And here he’d though the bite was just that, a bite. All at once the poison hit and it was like every muscle in Karkat’s body just locked up and forgot how to work. He collapsed, his body jerking in a very odd way as he writhed against the ground, suddenly aware of a burning pain spreading from the fang marks. His eyes went wide, pupils blowing up to nearly overtake his irises completely as his vision blanked out. He tried to breathe, only to find that he was instead throwing up, a thick white foam building up in his stomach, in his lungs, bubbling out and around his lips, forming a small, slimy pile on the floor that got about an inch wide before the foam began to come out tinted with bright red blood. The blood drained from his skin, leaving him damn near fucking white with the dark circles around his eyes, which were rapidly becoming blood shot, to stand out. There was no chance to fight back, this wasn’t a spell, not a physical injury to be ignored with sheer force of will. Poison didn’t give a shit how strong or weak you were. He was rolled under in a matter of fucking seconds and he never saw it coming. The last coherent thought that ran through his mind was simple. ‘Was this it?’. After that, his body succumbed to the poison, his seizure continuing as more bloody foam poured from his mouth, his eyes rolling in their sockets.