(A/N:
Caliah: Ayo! This is a little VrisGam drabble for someone on Tumblr. Enjoy~)
The moment you walked in the door you knew something was wrong. The room was dark, save for pieces of glittering glass scattered about the carpet. The room was chilly, and and on a whim you looked over to the windows. The curtains fluttered gently, and just as you suspected the window was broken.
You sat down on your partially torn couch and flicked a tuft of stuffing peaking out of it. With a heavy sigh and a determined nod, you tied your hair up in a ponytail and set your half darkened glasses next to you. The last time this happened he had managed to shatter them, and you do not have the money to replace another pair.
"Honk."
Speak of the devil. You turned your head towards the darkened doorway that lead to you and your matesprits bedroom and narrowed your eyes. It's hard to see it, but you can just make out the dark silhouette of a tall lanky man.
"Gamzee, come out so I can see you."
"Don't tell me what to do, spider bitch," came a gravelly drawl.
"What happened to the window?"
A dark chuckle came from the doorway, and Gamzee stepped out. Cuts covered his left arm and dark drops of indigo quietly slipped down his fingertips and onto the floor. He trudged towards you, and light coming in from the window revealed his face. It was makeupless and three jagged scars ran across his face.
After the game all of you were left with your marks and maladies. You were still missing an eye and an arm, he was still missing part of his sanity. When the two of you had gotten together he had admitted that he was trying to wean himself off of his sopor slime. You couldn't have been more proud of your matesprit, and you told him so with warm kisses and long fiery nights.
Then things started to go down hill. He'd started reverting to his sober self, and even your red ties couldn't protect you. When he snapped out of it you could see the crushing sorrow in his eyes. You pitied him, and would often reassure him that everything was fine.
Gamzee was standing next to the couch now, swaying on his feet. His eyes were dark as he leaned down to rest his elbows on the couch's arm.
"I motherfucking broke it Vriska."
"Is that what happened to your arm?"
He let out a harsh honking laugh and held up his arm in the dim light, the congealed blood glistening like jewels.
"You fucking bet."
"You should let me clean that up."
Gamzee suddenly straightened up, and swung around so he was kneeling in front of you. He gripped your calfs with clawed nails and looked up with wild eyes.
"I don't need you. HE DOES NOT NEED YOU. Why do you stay? WHY DO YOU TRY TO FUCKING HELP?!"
You could feel his claws breaking your skin, and a stinging sensation told you that Gamzee was now not the only one bleeding. You bit down on your cheek, trying not to let a hiss of pain escape. He didn't mean it. He never does.
"I stay because I pity you. I pity him."
He started to drag his claws down to your ankles and then dropped them in favor of holding his head. It hurt to see your matesprit curled up before you like that, and you dropped to your knees next to him.
"Gam? You okay?"
He slowly lifted his head to stare at you, purple tinted tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry , it happened again."
Your Gamzee was back. You let a comforting smile form, and gathered him in your arms.
"I know babe. I think it wasn't as long this time though."
"How much motherfucking damage did I do?"
You smoothed back his dark curly hair, and avoided looking at the streaks of cerulean blood on your legs.
"Just a window. Don't worry about it."