I do not own Homestuck. . .

I see a forsaken amusement park across the street from me. Screams of glee and laughter of children of the past echoes through the air and the smell of funnel cake fills my nose. As I enter into the carnival. In front of me, stands what I presume was once a magnificent ferris wheel. It's streaked with the colours of the rainbow; they dribble to the dead grass and I start to back up, terror clasps my throat. Turning around I am met with a bright purple text.

DO YOU WANT TO PLAY HIDE AND SEEK? My think pan starts to pulse and I let out a low hiss. I hear a soft honk and my head snaps in that direction. Chocolate words are splayed across the lunch table.
IM IT YOU BEST MOTHERFUCKING WANT TO HIDE BEST FRIEND. My legs go numb for a moment before I sprint in a random direction. A soft gurgled choke rings out to my right. Equius lies in a heap with his shattered shades several feet away. Sapphire blue tears leak down his bruised cheeks. He starts to write in his own blood.

Run, he is near. I stifle a shriek as he suddenly disappears. I take off and I don't stop even when I see Nepeta's destroyed and lifeless body. Bright red tears pour down my face, this can't be happening! Why didn't I pay more attention to Gamzee? There is another honk, louder this time. I dig my sharp teeth into my bottom lip and charge faster if that's even possible.

I dive into a small opening in a wall and clamp my hand over my bleeding mouth. Dark laughter approaches my hiding place and his purple clown shoes stop right in front of me. My heart batters against my chest, my ears are on full alert as I stare at his shoes as they slowly walk away from me. I let out a hushed exhale of relief and I let my shoulders relax, somehow I managed to hide from the subjugglator. I take my hand away from my mouth and see that my pale grey skin is doused in my vermillion blood. I sit huddled into the furthest corner of my little piece of haven and wait a few long and silent minutes. Finally, I feel safe and I venture out and take a tentative step onto the purple tainted ground. I quickly start to walk in the direction of the exit when I feel ragged breathing against my neck. Panic blasts through my spine and I slowly turn around and see Gamzee's bloodshot eyes stare down into mine. His clown paint is smeared and he wears a wide grin stretched ear to ear, his own blood stains his skinny face. Gamzee's hair gathers in clumps and stands in every direction. I am left paralyzed as he leans forward and whispers coarsely into my ear.

"I found you." He drones out in a low and raspy voice. Gamzee yanks me up by the collar and drags me off of my feet. Standing up, my feet dangle in the air and he starts to shake me, my head bounces around against my shoulders. He starts to cackle, Gamzee's spittle lands on me and he screams at me.
"I MOTHER FUCKING FOUND YOU! YOU MOTHER FUCKING LOST! NOW IT'S TIME TO FUCKING PAY!"

Gamzee sits on the ground humming in an old melody to himself as his hands fly across the canvas; painting with his newest colour, candy red. He stops and stares at his blood stained hands, Gamzee starts to chuckle to himself and smears the blood across his face. What a motherfucking miracle he thinks to himself. He hears a faint gasp somewhere in the abandoned carnival. A smile flickers across his face as he stands up. It's time to play a motherfucking game.

Author's Note

I do not exactly know if I particularly enjoy this story :/ but some of my friends said I should post this, so why not? Gah, actually I don't like this story very much. . . I hope maybe that you guys like it. Anywho, I apologise but Memories will not be up today, it will be up tomorrow! I pinky promise! I couldn't do Equius' bow thing because for some reason my computer won't let me? Anyway, I don't really know if he would include that as part of his dying last words? Eh, maybe.