Gamzee sighed, moving his hair out of his face. Blinking slowly, he looked at his digital black and purple clock. The clown sticker that he had put on a few months ago was starting to peel off and fade. Swiftly moving out from under his covers, he curled his toes under the dark violet carpeting that lay all over his floor. He frowned, something was out of place.
As he passed the cracked mirror that was hanging on his wardrobe, he realized what it was, and he felt the blood drain to his feet.
Motherfuck.
He half-ran-half-staggered to hid bathroom, throwing open the door and started searching for paint, make-up, powder, what-ever would cover his face. He snatched at his pale snow-coloured paints, unscrewing the lid and throwing it away. Nothing inside. He had finished. Taking shaky breaths, Gamzee ran out his room, and smashed into Feferi's. He clawed at it feebly, hoping she would answer.
A few moments later, she opened the door, and met eyes with Gamzee.
"Oh my glub, Gamzee!" Feferi swung her door open fully, trying to pull Gamzee in the best she could. Her apartment was more complex than Gamzee's, from her having fuchsia blood, the highest kind, signalizing her royalty. She dragged Gamzee somewhat into a comfy fuchsia coloured beanie bag, which he sunk into, shooting panicked looks at her. She cast a look over him.
No face paint.
A relaxed look fashioned over Feferi's face as she realized what he needed. She went into her restroom, and after a minute or so, came out with a palm-sized bottle, a mirror, and a small paintbrush. She handed them to him. "I think you can do this part on your own." she smiled, and Gamzee took the items from, her screwing off the lid and dunking the paint-brush inside, and began to plaster the paint onto his face with his eyes closed, not needing the mirror.
Feferi watched with a smiling face, as Gamzee opened his eyes, blinking slowly as he handed back the paint and brush to Feferi. A lazy smile draped itself luxuriously over his face, and he got up. "Motherfucking mirthful miracles, sis."
"I'm glad you're feeling better now Gamzee." Feferi answered, taking a few steps back as the taller troll went over to the door. "Would you like me to accompany you to your apartment, or would you like to go alone?"
"...I'm motherfuckin' cool, sis." Gamzee loped on, leaving the apartment. "Thanks the mirthful messiahs."
"Um... Alright?" Feferi gave a wobbly smile, not quite sure to say. "Stay safe, I guess."
Gamzee re-entered his apartment, and closed the door behind him, and went to his fridge, pulling out a bottle of cherry Faygo. He only had three bottles left, he would have to go back to the shop soon.
Seemingly having nothing else to do, Gamzee took a quick chug of his drink, then pulled out a sopor slime pie, and took a bite out of it.
There we motherfucking go. Gamzee smiled as everything started to change, and the mirthful messiahs let him see through their eyes. Motherfucking miracles every-fucking-where.
He then moved to his present he had gotten from Kanaya a few... few... somethings ago, and logged onto Trollian.
terminallyCapricious (TC) has logged on.
Time to see who was online.
carcinoGeneticist (CG) is online.
adiosToreador is online.
arachnidsGrip (AG) is online.
arsenicCatnip (AC) is online.
cuttlefishCuller (CC) is online.
Before Gamzee could choose, he found himself chatting to Feferi.
-cuttlefishCuller (CC) began trolling terminallyCapricious (TC)-
CC: glub glub glub! )(ow are you gamzee?
TC: hEy FiSh-SiS. i'M mOtHeRfUcKiNg FiNe NoW.
CC: glad to )(ear it! }8D
TC: nO pRoBlEm FiSh-SiS. hOnK! :o)
CC: )(a )(a, alrig)(t. GLUB GLUB S-E-E YOU LAT-ER!
TC: lAtEr?
CC: kanaya's party, remember?
TC: Oh, ThAt PaRty WaS tOdAy? :o(
CC: yes, w)(y so sad?
TC: I dIdN't GeT a MoThErFuCkInG mIrThFuL pReSeNt FoR cHaIn-CuLl-SiS. :o(
CC: O)()()()()()()()(... Welllll, if I were you, I would make one up or buy one right now.
TC: HoNk! :o). GoOd IdEa FiSh-SiS! uHhHhHhH...
CC: yes gamzee?
TC: WhAt ShOuLd I gEt ChAiN-cUlL-sIs?
CC: )(mm... well, her clown )(unting streak has subsided, but could come back again, so definitely not t)(at... OOOOOO)( Y-ESSSSS! I KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO!
TC: hOnK? :o)
CC: you like to paint, riiiiiig)(t?
TC: yEaH?
CC: SOOOOO PAINT SOM-ET)(ING FOR H-ER! }8)
TC: :o). ThAt WaS tHe MoSt MiRtHfUl MoThErFuCkEr To SwIrL pAnS.
CC: )(ee )(ee. i'll take t)(at for a compliment. }8D
TC: fUcK yEaH, mOtHeRfUcKeR!
TC: sEe YoU lAtEr ThEn, FiSh-SiS! :o)
-terminallyCapricious (TC) stopped trolling cuttlefishCuller (CC)
"Motherfucking miracles will be on Kana-sis's face when she see's my painting." Gamzee said, and got up, closing his gift and placing it down wherever, and continued to his 'mirthful' room. It was near the end of the hallway in his apartment, and the door itself had splatters of paint here and there, and a small clown painting that looked like it was bleeding in a corner of the door.
He pulled open the door, and a smile streaked across his face as his eyes lit up to some extent. He turned on the pale light switch, and the light flickered on. Gamzee plopped down into a stool in the corner, and started searching for his paints.
"Hey Karrrrrkat." Terezi draped herself over Karkat with ease, then nuzzled him some-what on the cheek and licked him as per usual, and Karkat wished she wouldn't dismiss something like the level of skin-ship that they were currently on as something so. Especially now that she was 'dating' Dave.
Stupid-fucking-Strider.
With-his-stupid-fuckass-beats.
"Get off." Karkat growled, pushing Terezi away and rubbing his cheek with his sleeve, a scowl coming onto his face. "Shouldn't you be off screwing around with Strider filling some stupid fuckass buckets or something?" he found his insults had no effect however, when Terezi laughed and slumped down even closer to Karkat, her glasses tipping down a bit.
"Don't need to get all bitchy and jealous now." she laughed again, and Karkat bit his lower lip, pushing her face away with one hand. "You had your chance with Ter-ma-ma but you skipped out on it, so now you only have to pay for your sins." she patted her heart and made a face like she was praying to Gog or some shit like that. "It's alright. Many fall for Ter-ma-ma, but she declines them all anyways. She's broken many hearts all for one little cool kid." she snickered at the end of her sentence with the same laugh that Karkat had come to... like, and he felt a muscle in the left part of his chest clench tightly and painfully.
"Good for you." Karkat pushed off the sofa he had been sitting on, moving quickly to his room; slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. Falling against his door, Karkat wrung his hands through his short hair, growling under his breath insults at Dave, making sure to miss his horns so he wouldn't accidentally touch them and do something embarrassing like moaning.
And I have to see that fuckass today at Kanaya's wriggling day party... Just my Gog-damn luck. He went over to his Husktop9, deciding to try to get his mind off things, and logged onto Trollian.
carcinoGeneticist (CG) has logged on.
terminallyCapricious (TC) is online.
arachnidsGrip (AG) is online.
arsenicCatnip (AC) is online.
centaursTesticle (CT) is online.
Right. Of course. Only the weirdo's would be online.
-terminallyCapricious (TC) has started trolling carcinoGeneticist (CG)-
TC: hEy MoThErFuCkInG bEsTfRiEnD. :o)
CG: GAMZEE I DONT HAVE TIME TO DEAL WITH YOUR SHIT RIGHT NOW.
TC: AwWwWw. :o(
CG: YEAH, BOO HOO HOO AND SHIT. GOOD FOR YOU. NOW GO AWAY.
TC:...Oh YeAh, I nEaRlY uP aNd FoRgOt. ;o)
CG: WHAT
TC: WhAt YoU gEtTiNg FoR KaNaYa?
CG:... WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I TELL YOU.
TC: AwWwW cOmE-oN mOtHeR-fUcKeRrRrRrRrRr :o(
CG: WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO INTERESTED ANYWAYS.
CG: ARE YOU SUDDENLY FLUSHED FOR HER NOW OR SOMETHING.
TC: No BrO, i WaS jUsT cHeCkInG. :o)
CG: FUCKASS. ANYWAYS, I'M BUSY RIGHT NOW.
TC: AwW, mE tOo BrO! :o) aLl Up AnD mAkInG tHiS pReSeNt FoR KaNa-SiS, yOu KnOw?
CG:...IS IT A PAINTING
TC: hOw DiD yOu KnOw?
CG:...SHE LIKES CHAINSAWS. YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT.
TC: YeAh MoThErFuCkEr, I kNoW tHaT. :o) sHe LiKeS fLoWeR-sIs ToO rIgHt?
CG: WHO THE FLYING FUCK IS 'FLOWER-SIS.'
TC: UhHhHhHhH :o\ I tHinK hEr NaMe iS RoSe Or SoMetHiNg.
CG: NO FUCKING SHIT SHERLOCK
TC: HoNk. :o)
CG: IM JUST GOING TO GO SUFFER NOW.
TC: HoNk?
CG: WHAT. NO.
TC: Ho-
CG: NO. STOP IT. SHUT UP.
TC: AwWwW. :o( Oh NeEd MoRe PuRpLe...
CG: USE YOUR BLOOD
TC: AwWwWwW kArBrO tHaT iS oNe MiRtHfUl BiTcHtItS oF An IdEa.
CG: WAIT. YOURE GONNA ACTUALLY DO THAT.
TC: :o)
CG: FUCK NO. DONT FUCKING DO IT.
TC: oKaY, cAlM dOwN bRo. :o)
CG: IM NOT GONNA CALM DOWN.
CG: IM IN A REALLY FUCKING PISSED OFF MOOD RIGHT NOW.
CG: DONT YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN.
CG: GAMZEE
CG: GAMZEE
CG: WHAT THE FUCK GAMZEE.
CG: ARE YOU EVEN ONLINE
CG: GAM-FUCKING-ZEE.
-terminallyCapricious (TC) ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist (CG)-
CG: SHIT SHIT SHIT
Karkat slammed his Husktop down, breathing heavily. Gamzee was stupid, but he wasn't that stupid... was he? No, he definitely was... crap. Crap crap crap. Karkat got up, and threw his door open, slipping his feet in his shoes as he ran out of his apartment, making for where Gamzee's apartment, somewhere on the tenth floor of the 'Sanctuary' Hotel.
"I'm going out to Gamzee's, I'll be back later." Karkat yelled at Terezi before he ran out of his door. "Close the door and bolt it while I'm gone."
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.
He slammed his hand down on the elevator button, doing some sort of tap-dance while waiting for the escalator.
Pretty fucking Earth please don't be cutting yourself.
Karkat practically flung himself into the elevator, smashing his index finger down on the 10th floor button, eyes wild as he pressed the close door button. At the last moment, two gray hands held the elevator doors in place, and they retracted as Eridan Amphora made his way into the elevator carrying a plastic bag. Karkat felt an awkward silence fall over them as Eridan pressed the close door button, and the lift started to move.
I don't have time for this shit. Gamzee could be sober right now and-
"Um, hey." Eridan said awkwardly, his accent as thick as ever. "Wwhats up Karkat?"
"Nothing much." Karkat tried to keep his voice as neutral as possible. "Just checking on Gamzee."
"Oh." Eridan said, and Karkat saw him squeeze the plastic bag in his hand. "Just checking on your moirail. Of course."
"What does that mean?" Karkat arched an eyebrow, fingers clenching and un-clenching. "Do you have anything against Gamzee?"
"Apart from the fact that he killed me, Fef, Nepeta and Equius, no, I don't." Eridan's voice had turned cold, his eyes dark as his glasses glinted somewhat in the lazy elevator lights. "I don't trust that troll, and I certainly vvouch for the fact that I don't believve I can trust him evver again."
"Coming from the fucking Prince of Hope, I'm sure that reassures me so much more now." Karkat replied, voice dry and full of sarcasm. "Listen Eri, could you honestly just please shut the fuck up? Fef has already forgiven Gamzee, and so has Nepeta and Equius." his eyes narrowed, as his tone became what Terezi liked to call 'spicy.' "So stop being such a mother fucking drama fucking queen you shit head, just because Feferi and I aren't giving you attention. And for the count, you killed her first." the lift dinged as the doors opened, and Karkat stepped out in one fluid movement, over-flowing it pissed-off-ess, and the next thing he knew, he heard Eridan make a sort-of-growl sound, the kind that Gamzee made, and the Aquarius had Karkat pinned against the wall, something in his eyes that creeped Karkat the freaking fuck out.
"I'm not a fucking drama queen!" Eridan muttered, eyes flashing, and the next thing Karkat knew, Eridan was leaning way too close to him.
Karkat brought his knee up quickly, eyes wild, as he shoved Eridan away, ignoring the whimpers of pain from the higher blood, dashing straight towards Gamzee's apartment.
BAM.
BAM.
BAM.
"Gamzee, open the door!" Karkat pounded on the door as hard as he could, looking over his shoulder at the injured sea-dweller who was slowly getting up, and his frenzy continued with a more mad rate. "GAMZEE! LET ME THE FUCK IN!" Eridan re-adjusted his glasses, and started walking towards Karkat staggeringly. "GAMZEE!"
"Hey motherfucker." the door opened, and there Gamzee stood, smothered in paints, his make-up somewhat smudged so he looked sober, but Karkat knew from the dreamy voice he heard that his moirail was indeed stoned. But that was the least of his worries at the moment. Flinging himself in, Karkat slammed the door shut behind him, locking the door up as he slid down to his knees against the solid, somewhat musky-smelling wood, breathing in and out rapidly.
The fact that he was now eye-level with his moirail's bone bulge did not help this situation whatsoever.
"...Oh my gog." Karkat said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, sending a quick text message to Kanaya.
To: Kanaya Maryam
From: Karkat Vantas
GOGDAMMIT KANAYA, ERIDAN JUST TRIED TO MAKE OUT WITH ME.
ERIDAN. ERIDAN AMPHORA. TEREZI WILL GIVE YOU MY WRIGGLING
DAY PRESENT, I'M NOT GOING BACK DOWN THERE BY MYSELF.
CURRENTLY AT GAMZEE'S COMPLEX, WILL INFORM YOU IF ANYTHING
ELSE HAPPENS.
-SENT FROM MY PHONE-
And then, "Bro, you motherfucking all up and okay?" Gamzee knelt down, a look somewhat in-between a grimace and a worried smile came onto his face, and Karkat glared back into a set of bright purple irises, setting his eyebrows into a stubborn frown. He shook his head, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he pulled himself closer, burying his face in his knees.
"Shoosh." he heard Gamzee say, and felt him papping him on the arm with one hand while the other brushed away the hair covering his fore-head, and something that was soft, warm, and sent shivers all over his body pressed against his skin. Something that made his face flush red as he realized what it was from his memories of his mass of romcoms. The feeling of warmth retreated, and Karkat looked up, to see the door at the end of his hallway with the clown on it closing, and Karkat wondered how he moved so fast for a moment before he reached up his hand to brush his forehead lightly with his fingers red all over his face now as he let the realization sink in.
Gamzee just kissed me on the forehead.