Okay guys... I just recently learned of Homestuck from a friend of mine and... Well I'm utterly hooked... This is a story pretty much about Gamzee and my OC Harlow. There is going to be some interesting things happening... Please enjoy and sorry I didn't censor Gamzee's foul language. I do not swear in rl and I cringed every time I wrote a swear word.
DISCLAIMER: Duh. I do not own Homestuck or its characters in this story. Andrew Hussie owns it/them. I only own my OC and this developing plot.
Harlow stared at her computer in utter horror. Gamzee has... Gone off the deep end this time... She recalled what he had told her on her messenger.
terminallyCapricious: there's no one to save you now. I'M GOING TO MOTHERFLIPPING KILL YOU. i hope you're prepared now motherflipper. I'M COMING AFTER YOU. HONK. honk. HONK.
She shuddered, but she willed her fear to disappear. She'd just have to try and stop him. She knew that if she just stood by, he would be crushed when he calmed down to know that he killed her. She would save her own life for him. She turned off her computer and shot out the door, downstairs, and outside. She, being human, got light-headed when she ran out into the Alternian air. She still wasn't used to it, but she shoved that thought aside. There was no time for this! Gamzee was in trouble.
She reached his hive, and knew he was in there... Somewhere. "Okay... Here I come, Gamzee..." She began to take a step forward. "Wrong, motherflipper. Here I come." Her breath hitched, but it was abruptly cut off by his arm wrapping around her throat and she was thrown back. She skidded across the ground and choked, holding her throat. Her golden brown eyes stared up at Gamzee, who was smirking twistedly, face paint looking a bit faded, normally yellow eyes a strange orange red color. He raised one of his clubs to possibly bludgeon her to death. "It was nice knowing you, Harlow. Too bad it has to come to a motherflipping end." He murmured. She squeezed her eyes closed and waited for the crack of the club against her head.
There was nothing. She opened her eyes again and looked up. She gasped. Gamzee was clutching his head in pain, sharp teeth clenched. "Harlow... R-Run..." Her eyes widened. "G-Gamzee...?" He cried out and stumbled back a few inches, sinking to his knees. He manages to open his now yellow irises and look at her with a pained expression. "H-Harlow... Run! I can't hold it off much longer..." "But Gamzee-" He screamed at her frantically, making her flinch. "Harlow, Gog dammit, RUN!" She shot to her feet and took a few steps back. She heard him murmur in a gentler voice, filled with pain and... Sadness? "I want you... To live, Harlow... Don't let me get you... Go... Don't come back..." She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off. "GO!" She looked down and her eyes welled up with tears. "I... I will come back for you, Gamzee... I will..." She took off running as fast as she could. She had to find him some sopor slime at any cost.
She finally found sopor slime and stuffed as much of it into a bag as she could. She ran back to her house and stopped short, frozen. The door was open and there was a horn on the ground. 'Just like the ones Gamzee carries around.' She thought in dread. She walked in slowly and quietly shut the door behind her. She looked around and something caught her eye. She looked up and gasped, backing into the door.
There, standing at the top of the stairs, was a very sober Gamzee, looking at her with a smirk that seemed to glow in the dark. Suddenly, he wasn't there anymore, but in front of her, club held at her throat. She choked and her hand reached into the bag of sopor slime. His smirk widened and he raised his club above his head. She suddenly shoved a handful of sopor slime into his mouth and pushed him away, running for it. She heard a loud thud, and she assumed it was him. She bolted to her basement and shut the door, locking it. She heard a tumbling down the stairs into the door, a groan, and nothing more.
She panted as the adrenaline started to leave her body, and she slowly opened the door. She screamed as Gamzee, unconscious of course, tumbled onto his back on the floor. She picked him up by his arms and carefully began dragging him up the stairs and into her room. She finally got him there, and hoisted him up onto her bed. She then pulled her desk chair over to the bed and leaned her head on it by his arm, where she watched him until she could no longer keep her eyes open.
She was awoken by movement on the bed and she opened her eyes. Gamzee was beginning to stir. She grabbed the bag of sopor slime and scooped some up in her hand, ready to shove it into his mouth when she got the chance. He yawned and she took that opportunity, shoving her sopor slime covered hand against his mouth, the sopor slime going in. She leaned back as he began coughing while trying to swallow it. He did, and when he stopped coughing, he looked around in panic. When his eyes landed on her, they widened and she suddenly found herself wrapped in the tall troll's arms.
"Gog, Harlow... I thought I killed you... Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay..." She murmured into his shoulder. "I-I'm okay, Gamzee... It's okay now..." His arms tightened around her. "No... No it motherflipping isn't... I could have killed you..." Her heart just about stopped. "No Gamzee, stop... It's okay, I'm alive and nobody else got hurt... But I'm afraid you would have found my dead body downstairs if I hadn't found sopor slime." He flinched and his rather deep voice thundered in her ear shakily. "N-No don't... Don't say that... I don't want to think about what might have happened... Not to you..." She clenched the back of his black shirt. They only held each other for a few minutes. He let her go and she passes him the bag of sopor slime. He took it and blinked at it, then he looked over at her. "You gathered all this, sis? Wow. That's a motherflipping miracle."
At that, she laughed, and she could have sworn she heard his breath catch. "It wasn't easy to look for it, trust me." He started scooping it up, and after he was done, he seemed to be himself, and he didn't make a mess at all, surprisingly. "Wow, Gamzee. Feeling better?" She chuckled. "Yeah, sis. Thanks..." She nodded and walked to the door to give him some privacy. before she could pass the door frame though, her wrist was seized and she was pulled back into a hard chest.
"G-Gamzee...?" She could smell the sopor slime on him. It had a tangy, sort of putty smell to it. "I know Karkat has feelings for you, Harlow." Her breath caught. What? Karkat? "Gamzee, I... How do you know?" She felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. "I've been watching you both. He always blushes like a mothergrubbing earth fruit when he's around you. I think you're his Kismesis." His hand tightened around her wrist.
"I won't stand for it." She felt herself whipped around and shoved into the wall on the opposite side of her bedroom doorway. "Gamzee?" She squeaked. His yellow eyes narrowed as they bore into hers fiercely. She couldn't read the emotion in his eyes. "I don't like the way that motherflipper looks at you. It makes me wanna pound his grouchy face in. I also know that Tavbro has flushed feelings for you too. He's one shy motherflipper, but I'm grateful for that. He doesn't have the guts to approach you." She furrowed her brows in confusion and looked up at him.
"Gamzee, what's this about? They're our friends, even if this is true. What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" He bared his teeth in a smile and his breath fanned her face. Sopor slime actually smelled nice on him. "I'm just trying to protect you... And I guess I'll let this slip..." He leaned in and put his mouth to her ear. "I suppose I'm all up and jealous of those motherflippers..." She gasped and blushed. "J-Jealous? Why would you be jealous? We're friends too..."
He breathed a soft chuckles into her ear, making her shudder. He must have felt it, because his hands left her wrists, grasping her hips, making her breath catch. She could hear the smile in his voice. "Maybe because I feel the same as they do about you..." She felt like she was going to pass out. "G-Gamzee..." He lingered by her ear before he pulled back, yellow eyes unreadable. "I should go. I'll see you later, sis." He walked downstairs and before he reached the door, he felt arms wrap around his torso. Harlow buried her face into his shirt.
"Come back soon, Gamzee... I'm really lonely around here..." He felt as if he was in heaven, whatever that is, and he fought the urge to just sweep her into his arms and convey his feelings for her that he'd been harboring pretty much since he met her. "Count on it, sis." She let him go, and he walked out, her shutting the door behind him. She walked upstairs and collapsed on her bed. She couldn't believe it... Gamzee had... What was it they called it... Flushed feelings for her? This was an interesting development...