With a loud ‘thwack’, the tube of jade green lipstick morphed into a whip, which Aradia grasped hesitantly, gazing at the mutantblooded troll on the ground before her. She didn’t want to hurt Vriska; she didn’t want to hurt any of her friends at all. She wasn’t a fighter; hell, she was as deadly as a teaspoon! But then again, a teaspoon killed the growlbeast on her lawnring. Aradia swallowed the bile rising up her throat, raising the whip above the troll, her grip somewhat tight, and her arm shaking.
"Vriska, I…" Aradia’s voice quavered as she closed her eyes, unable to bear seeing Vriska’s face before she… "… I am so sorry…"
The whip wrapped around Vriska’s neck, and Aradia pulled, pulling the troll closer to her. "Goodbye." were her last words to the troll before she thrashed the whip forward, sending Vriska down into one of her old abandoned excavation sites. I say abandoned because now, all it had were sharp stalagmites sticking out of it.
The sickening crack Vriska’s spine made as a stalagmite pierced through it made Aradia collapse to her knees, sobbing.
I never wanted this… I never wanted this… I’m sorry…