Hey people! Just a small reminder that if you haven't read The Tale of Gamzee the Prison Clown, go find my page and read it. Unless you like reading sequels before prequels. I don't judge. Also, I apologize in advance for the short chapter lengths.
Ten years have really taken a toll on Gamzee. Sure he doesn't smoke as much as he used to, and he no longer goes to crazy parties, but it does leave an empty feeling in his stomach. However, that emptiness is always replaced by his pride and joy, Tavros. He sighed as he thought of his lovely fiancé. They were getting married in a week, and all this crazy planning was definently getting to him. But he knew it would all be worth it in the end. A sound of keys jingling at the door brought him out of his thoughts as said fiancé stepped through the door, arms filled with this week's groceries. Gamzee smiled and walked over to him.
"Heey Tavbro. Need help with those groceries?" Gamzee drawled out as he took the bags anyway. Tavros blushed.
"Gamzee, you know I can carry those just fine." he said, kind of embarrassed. Gamzee just laughed and kissed his head.
"You're so motherfuckin' adorable, you know that?" Tavros still was kind of embarrassed, but smiled anyway. He acted all tough around his boyfriend, to prove that he wasn't "sweet", but in reality, he liked when Gamzee called him cute. They started un-packing the items and putting them away, when Tavros suddenly came to a realization.
"I forgot to get the Faygo! I'll be right back!" he said, getting his keys and his jacket and going out the door with a whoosh. Gamzee just laughed to himself about his frantic little buddy, and decided to watch some TV. He hadn't even gotten to watch TV for a minute before his doorbell rang. He muted the TV, got up, and growled as he walked to the door. He swore to God if it was those annoying neigh-
Oh. Oh shit.
Gamzee panicked as his heart raced at a million miles an hour. What were his old party buddies doing here? How did they even find this place? The worst part of the whole ordeal was that Equius was with them. Gamzee had NEVER, EVER wanted to see any of them again, especially Equius. Equius, who never got the chance to ask his potential girlfriend out because Gamzee killed her. Equius, who keeps grudges against people who have wronged him. Gamzee finally found his voice, and worked up the courage to speak.
"Heey guys. W-what are you all up and doin' h-here?" he said shakily. He mentally cursed himself for faltering in that sentence, because the whole point of talking to them was to not show weakness. Eridan looked at Gamzee with a stern look in his eyes.
"Hey Gam. We heard you were livin' here with someone else. Are you going to kill them too?" he asked, his voice full of venom. Gamzee was no longer afraid. Now he was just angry.
"Listen here motherfucker, that was one time, and it wasn't all my fault. What the fuck are you even here for?" he growled at them, which earned a glare from all of them.
"We're here to lock you up again, this time for good." said Feferi. "We don't want you terrorizing others." she said. Equius nodded in agreement.
"Mr. Makara, I think it is best if you stayed in a mental institution, to get you... in a more stable mental state." Equius said, pushing his glasses up. Gamzee couldn't believe what he was hearing. It made him ten times more angry.
"You little shits! If you cared about me that much, why didn't you put me in an asylum when I actually needed help?" he spat.
"Look Gam, if you're not going to willingly go, we're just going to have to force you to go. Your choice." Eridan said as the door was slammed. Gamzee just stood there, shocked at what he just heard. They didn't even answer his question. There had to be some other reason why they were suddenly taking drastic measures. Gamzee couldn't even concentrate anymore. He needed a cigarette. The only problem with that was he knew Tav was going to be home in about two minutes, and he knew Tavros hated coming home to a stressed out Gamzee. He walked into the bedroom and laid down, trying to collect his thoughts. The thing that bothered him the most was what Eridan said at the end.
Look Gam, if you're not going to willingly go, we're just going to have to force you to go. Your choice...
Were they serious? You can't force someone to 'go' to a mental hospital, can you? Gamzee was suddenly brought out of his thoughts by a door opening from out in the living room. He got up, took a deep breath, and walked out to greet Tavros. He grabbed a Faygo, hoping it would help calm him down like it usually did. However, he fumbled with the cap, which was an instant indicator for Tavros that something was wrong.
"Hey Gamzee,what happened? Are you ok?" Tavros asked.
"Yeah Tavbro, I'm cool. Just tired is all." Gamzee said, forcing a smile. This seemed to work for Tavros, who walked to the kitchen to get a snack. Gamzee looked back at his Faygo and left out a soft sigh. He sure hoped his wedding wouldn't have to take place in a mental asylum.
