S/O I DONT REGRET ANYTHING! ALSO THIS IS MY FRIST FANFIC SO SORRY IF IT KINDA SUCKS BUT HEY WHAT BETTER WAY TO START THEN WITH YOUR OTP :33 (also this may seem like a strange ass ship but trust me and read)
Night Whispers
Jeff sat alone on a curb, his night bloody from his midnight exercise, wondering who his next victim would be. He heard a rustling in the bushes, then a HoNk sounded from the neigboring bushes. Jeff whipped around ready for a new kill.
Gamzee sat in some bushes watching his prey turn to look at him and not see anything,
because he was so well hidden. He couldn't help but honk at his achievement. covering his mouth, he cursed himself from honking so loud. Peeking through the bushes, he saw that his prey was gone.
Jeff slowly crept on Gamzee, making sure he kept quiet, as he got close he whispered,"
Go to sleep." Before Gamzee could even react, Jeff slammed him down, forcing Gamzee to go under the street lights.
Blinking, Gamzee looked up wondering if he was dead before he noticed the
motherfucker that slammed him down.
" You- what the hell are are you?" Jeff asked in a voice that mace Gamzee's knees go
weak. he shook himself, trying not to look him in the eye.
" I'm Gamzee, not that it's any of your motherfucking business." He said trying not to
jeff saw his stalker, all he could do was blink with he could stop himself he started saying,
" You're beautiful." he desperately tried to think of something else to say. "What the hell
are you?" The words came out and Jeff flinched. He'd been too harsh. He was looking at him, wondering how a man, or demon, or troll, or whatever he was, could be so he realized that Gamzee was talking to him.
"I told you my name, now, what's yours?" Jeff could barely get the words out. They both
stood there in silence, staring at each other before bolting in different directions.
Gasping, Gamzee peeked from behind a tree, blushing. ' What the motherfucking hell
was that?' He wondered. He never felt that way about anyone before. He didn't want to have these feelings, but he couldn't help it. Sighing,he slumped down closing his eyes, trying to preserve the memories of Jeff's face.
Jeff sat in abandoned house of the family he murdered a few days ago, head buried in
his hands wondering what was happening. All he could think about was seeing Gamzee again, hearing him. He pictured them together, laughing, talking, and for a second, Jeff felt human again. Screaming, he smashed his fist into the wall. He would get rid of Gamzee. He would kill him, relish slicing his horns off, and watching his lovely face warp with agony, but that could wait until tomorrow night. At that, he slept, his dreams, about Gamzee.
The next night Gamzee went to the same place he was yesterday, waiting on the curb,
hoping that Jeff would come this way again, hoping to see his face again.
