With a dark chuckle, Gamzee Makara advanced on his prey. Today it was his sweet, sweet matespirit. But he was a LOWBLOOD, and Gamzee knew just what needed to happen.

"Uh, Gamzee I don't, think,,," Tavros' wavering, pitiful voice annoyed the sober troll to no end. It was certainly time to stop playing with his prey. He had Tavros backed into a corner now.

The fear Gamzee saw in the troll before him was refreshing, and so lovely. The Capricorn felt a grin on his face. It was a twisted grin, one that spoke volumes. It meant death, pain, and torture. And it was all for the brown-blooded troll before him.

As he leapt forward, a piercing scream was heard.

His own.

Gamzee woke up screaming. He turned over in his 'bed' and sobbed silently, recurring images flashing in his mind. Every night it was a dream like this. It always ended with Tavros being dead.

A warm hand papped Gamzee on the cheek and he instantly turned, looking at his Moirail with wide eyes. Karkat put a finger up to his lips and cuddled closer, shooshing the scared Capricorn.

Ever since their ship had landed on Earth, the supply of sopor was short and night terrors were constant. There wasn't enough slime to fill recuperacoons for all the trolls that had landed, so it had been decided that no troll would get the luxury.

Karkat sighed softly, ignoring the urge to shout profanities at Gamzee for waking him up so early. Looking over at the alarm clock, which had various dents and scratches on it, it said 2: 08 A.M.

Gamzee had ceased being scared and now bathed in the warmth that was his Moirail. Eventually they both got up, knowing they wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a while.

Popcorn was made, fizzy drinks were opened, and the couch now had two residents, one grumpy at being woken up, and the other half-asleep, trying not to get caught in the tangles of his thinkpan.

A bright, colorful movie played. When Gamzee had nightmares or got riled up, it was always best to cuddle up to him and play something with splashes of colors, clowns, and fun noises.

No words were needed as the two snuggled together on the couch. Gamzee curled himself about the smaller troll with a little smile at the annoyed look his Morail got before soft purrs sounded. Gamzee stroked Karkat's hair and mumured,

"My best motherfucking Karbro."

Heh. I couldn't resist writing this little one shot.

-KillerAce