He stands before you.
As usual he has that stupid grin on his face.
You hate that fucking face of him.
Yet, you're happy to see him again.
You have so much to tell him.
So much to ask him.
You stand there saying nothing for five minutes.
Even tought you want to talk with him about a lot of things.
Its imposible for you to actualy say it.
And then,
he breaks the silence.
Gamzee: ArE yOu ReAlY nOt GoInG tO sAy AnYtHiNg, BrO?
Karkat: DONT...
Gamzee: WhAt?
Karkat: DONT YOU EVER FUCKING CALL ME BRO AGAIN AFTER EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE.
Gamzee: WhOa, MoThErFuCkInG cHiLl BrO-
Uh, I mEaN, kArKaT.
You cant stand him.
You cant stand the fact that he still has that stupid grin on his face.
Within a second you are on top of him.
Your hands are wrapped around his neck.
The clown's face is filled with shock for a second.
His mouth moves, wanting to tell you something, but nothing of what he says reaches your ears.
Your ears are filled with loud screams.
It hurts.
Who's screaming?
Is it Gamzee?
No.
He's still looking at you like he always does.
Light red tears drop onto the clown's face.
Whose tears?
It cant be his.
The screaming stops.
Gamzee: YoU sUrE yOu WaNt To Do ThIs,
BrO? :o(
Karkat: Finish him.