This is my first fanfic, and my first writing in Gamzee's point of view so i may not be spot on with his personality and reactions/ way he talks. I hope you enjoy my very first chapter of my very first fanfic submission! This is rated M for all the lood language these Homestuck characters speak with! Also, smut/violence/alcohol/drugs in future chapters. So if you have a problem with that, please don't read this.
There was a distant beeping, it echoed and then it hit me, right in that spot where it counts. My alarm was going off next to me. My eyes open wide when I jumped from realization; I groaned and slammed my fist on the top of the old alarm clock, but no luck. I suddenly remembered I had to get a new one because I broke my old one from throwing across the room... I hated that damned thing. I cursed to myself rolling onto my belly, not daring to get up and let the cozy warmth of my bed escape form me, no way I haven't had my coffee yet. I grabbed my still screaming alarm clock and shut the alarm off and switch alarm to stereo on the back to listen to some morning tunes. I rolled onto my back, stiff as hell, but well rested. I actually managed to have a good night's sleep; I haven't had It In months. Now that Tavbro was back from his vacation visiting his family, I feel relief. The song Californication was playing.
Perfect stoner music y'know, I don't know what's about It, it must be that smooth beat. I honked to that thought a little. I finally bitched myself to motherfucking get up. I need coffee, I just bought a new can of it and It's been a week since I've had some. I need it badly. I haul myself up wrapped up in my grayish-purple comforter making myself look like a caterpillar. I slam myself a nice big cup of dark coffee, and my all time favorite, why the hell not. I pour some Faygo right in it. I hear Tinkerbull, come running through the hall. That name, Tinkerbull. Where the hell did he get that name? It's seems to fit him, he's a motherfucking miracle. He makes my roommate, Tavros, so happy. I flop myself onto the couch still cocooned in my thick comforter, I closed my lids, still a bit groggy.
Coffee filled my nostrils when I shriek in panic when my roommate's fatass bull terrier Tinkerbull jumped onto my stomach, forcing the wind out of me, I sit up and catch my breath as I scold him. He dropped his head in response, he crawled onto my chest and licked my chin and whimpered.
"Yeah, I'll feed ya. You're such a cow Tinker…"He huffed at me, then jumped off of my chest causing me to cough again. I chuckled softly when the little dog, spun around in circles leaping and yapping at me as I made my way to the cabinet to pour him some food. Right as I was pouring dog food, I heard the door slam from the living room and a familiar squeaky voice calls my name, "Uhh, Gamzee are you home?"