HumanStuck, just like the summary said. Note that here the Ancestors are the Guardians, or single parents if you want to use that silly human term. And that this was basically a roleplay that I copy pasted from trollmegle and skype and edited a little, so don't be amused by mistakes here and there.

CHAPTER 1 - Unfortunate Nights and Alleyway Murders

It is already past midnight, but you decided to go and take a walk in the cold night. While you were walking somehow you end up in the not nicest part of town, and suddenly someone runs past you, hooded, kind of tall but couldn't be over 16, smelled like... smoke and blood?

"Oh fuck, oh fuck... that motherfucker is going to die.." His voice was raspy, and it fluctuated with each syllable, it was panicked.

You narrow your eyes, absolutely torn about what to do. You turn and watch him leave, not really sure what else to do but run after him. You have no idea if he's running towards the person that's going to die, or away, but there is no way you're going to go through this without more information.

"Hey what are you talking about?" you say, after you catch up to him, expression concerned. He jumps when he hears you talk, taking a stop and looking at you.

"..." He was looking around, and while he does that you notice that he has some blood on his hoodie and face, explaining the smell. "I.. I can't tell you sister. He'll kill me too..." He gestures with his hands as if that helped him focus on the words.

She shook her head a bit. "I wont let that happen, now just tell me who is he going to kill or at least where so I can try to stop him." She saw the blood, and was slightly disconcerted by it, but she wasn't going to comment on it right away, even though she did end up reaching towards him to try to wipe the blood off. She was very concerned, but really, she couldn't just let this stand. "I swear I wont tell him even if he does catch me I wont doom anyone but I just cant let this happen without at least trying to do something."

He calms down a bit, breathing a little bit more steadily. "A guy... he didn't pay in motherfucking time, so he's going to kill him..." He doesn't mind you trying to sweep it off, but when you retreat your hand you notice it is covered in facepaint. He looks around a bit more.

You look at your hand, rather confused about it because it didn't register immediately what it was. You figured it out after a moment, and shook your head. If you had time for it, you would ask about it later. You let out a slightly shaky sigh, trying to steady yourself. Your heart was pounding as you said, "Just tell me where he is or something please I don't want anyone to die..."

"Its probably too late any motherfucking way, my dad does this motherfucking stuff... a lot isn't enough to describe it..." He lets it slip that it was his dad doing this.

But he nods... "But yeah motherfucker I can show you..." His voice was starting to shake slightly. He starts walking without notice, looking for something in his pockets. He finds it, it is from what you can see, a joint and a lighter.

You are a step behind him when he starts, but you soon catch back up. You're processing that it's apparently his dad that is doing this, but that seems absolutely terrible. Why would he kill his own son if he told someone? You sigh, noticing the joint, but you don't say anything about that either. It's not legal, but you weren't exactly going to start smoking it.

"You said your dad does this and its too late, but that's just terrible I mean, I just am sorry about this but I cant believe you would have to put up with this." She was rather concerned about what she would end up actually seeing, but she wasn't going to back out now.

"'I've seen that motherfucker do worse just because he could." He lights the joint and takes a drag out of it, this explains why he smelled of smoke and missed details, you guess. You walk back you were you first saw him, and he walks a little more slowly here.

"I mean I'm kinda used to it, but that guy scares the shit out of fear... Once the cops almost found evidence, but he had proof he was at a party with that one rich woman, and believe me, they hauled ass as soon as they could away from him." He shrugs nervously, but a lot more calmer.

You approach a dark alleyway and he stops. You follow him, listening silently while he was speaking, not wanting to interrupt. You realized randomly you hadn't even exchanged names, but that was an extraneous detail at the moment. This father of his concerned you, but there was absolutely nothing you could do about that.

"What is he in that he ends up doing all of this?" You said, looking rather curiously into the alleyway. You were concerned as to what you would find, and you almost ended up hanging back, but that just wasn't an option.

The alleyway is "empty" from what you could see, but there is blood smeared on the walls and spreading on the floor, Gamzee sighs and walks into it, trying to see if he found the poor guy.

"Well... he says its a job... and he is kinda forcing me to help him with his job, but killing people ain't motherfucking cool. Remember that rich woman? He works for her most of the time..." He gives out a sigh when he finds the body, and hurries back to you. "Yeah... you.. you better not see that shit.." He takes another drag from the joint, walking away from the alleyway and leaning on a wall.

You look at him, surprised by his reaction to it. "How bad is it?" You can't help but feel morbidly curious as you take a step towards it. You made sure to file away the information that he works for that one woman, but you can't really concentrate on it. You take another step, resolving to at least look at the body. "He isn't still in there right?" You say, slowly inching your way into the alley. The blood on the walls is almost decorative looking, but you know that was way too much blood.

"... Pretty bad..." He walks back to the alleyway, waiting for your reaction. "Really sister, you shouldn't look at it. I didn't say you couldn't but still..."

You turned caught a glimpse of the grotesque form, heavily shadowed, and blanched just a bit as you take several hurried steps backwards. You shake your head as if trying to deny what you have seen, and you wish that you had listened to the boy. You turn towards him, eyes rather wide, still seeing that misshapen shape.

"That really is bad." You say, lacking any better words to describe it. Really, lacking any words at all. Whoever had done that would have had to have been a monster...and this boy was the monster's son. You can't speak as you gather your thoughts, absently rubbing the fingers with his facepaint on them together.

It is several long moments before you make yourself smile as if nothing is the matter, even though your eyes tell how disturbed you are. "You were right..."

His face shows worry, once, his best friend caught a glimpse of his dad's work and didn't talk for a week, Gamzee tough he lost him, but he recovered, and "forgot" about that ever happening. He was kinda at unease because of the way you looked at him and how long it took you to respond, but at least you talked.

"We better get out of here sis, he usually calls the cops on purpose so that they can see the body..." He puts one hand in his pocket while the other brought the joint to his lips. You notice he is calling you "sis" or "sister".

You fought with keeping your smile, as your mind embellished the scene slowly. You felt rather cold, but had been fine before this, so you weren't sure why. You run through his words, the conversation, everything that has happened before now, and discover that he has been calling you sister. You had just met him, though, so you narrowed your eyes a bit, glad to have anything to distract you from that horrific image in your mind.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" You say as you start to walk back in the direction he had been running before, not feeling the need to clarify what you're asking, because it makes perfect sense to you in your mind. You really didn't want to get caught by the police at this place, so you just headed in the most logical direction to you.

"Well I got nothing else to call you do I?" He says, following you. "I mean I don't even know your name motherfucker." He reminds you as he looks around calmly and as you two kept walking. Distant siren sounds are heard, but you are quite a bit away now. He sighs and looks at the sky, the dark, cold night over his head. "I'm Gamzee. Gamzee Makara."

That's right, you had realized earlier that you hadn't told each other your names. You sigh as he said his name, and look over at him, finally wiping the face paint off your fingers onto the bottom of your shirt. "My name's Aradia Megido." You said, running a hand through your thick, curly black hair and tucking it behind a tanned ear.