The waves lap at the shore, slow and smooth. You're sitting cross-legged, staring dazedly at the horizon. Twin moons rise in your vision, one by one. The dim light is welcomed. Can't see things without light, right? And you had to watch for when your father comes back. He's going to come back someday. Your bones flow with hope emptying itself from the river of sopor and Faygo, and you smile. You feel your dry make-up wrinkle, and crack around your mouth. You blink. How long have you been sitting here? Squinting at the moons, you realize that they were setting, not rising. Motherfuck, how much sopor have you ingested? You look down at the sand. Empty aluminum pie tins everywhere.

"Motherfuck…" you utter slowly. You should get back to your hive, wash up, and get ready for the day. You look wistfully at the peaceful waters. Your father would return whether you kept watch or not, right? He'd go up to your hive and greet you with a nice, healthy bleat. Yeah, that's what's gonna up and motherfucking happen.

You stand stiffly, wriggling your toes inside your clown shoes. You smack your lips, and, with one last look at the ocean, you trudge towards the exit of the beach.

A/N Just something I imagine Gamzee doing. *cries forever*