"Where are your miracles now, bro?" A low, throaty voice spoke, sending tremors down Gamzee's frame. The teen stood- or, maybe sat, he couldn't really tell- in what seemed to be an infinite depth of darkness.

Gamzee looked down to where his hands should've been, where his whole body should've been, but saw nothing. No matter where he turned his head, or how he Thrashed his body, he didn't move, nor did he see anything. The teen could feel a burn crawl up his legs, as if fire had caught on his pant legs. His painted mouth fell open, harsh breathes falling out, but no sound. Gamzee continued screaming helplessly; desperately screeching and violently twisting. The burn was creeping up his sides, quickly spreading.

"Stop fighting it, motherfucker." Thin, searing pain ran courses over Gamzee's arms, throat and chest, as if knives were slicing into him. When he turned his head to where he thought was downwards, he saw purple drops slowly fall upward. As his head shot up with the drops, he saw a large pool of amethyst.

Gamzee began thrashing harder now, his body slowly coming into his vision. He looked around as black slowly bled out of his vision, replaced with concrete floors and walls.

"Honk honk, motherfucker." As Gamzee looked to his left, the urge to gag tore at his throat. An image of himself was projected in front of him. Behind him, a half painted rainbow lay on the wall.

Gamzee's screaming slowed as he gasped for breath, his own voice bleeding into his ears, as well as blood-curdling screeches of another teen.

Suddenly, whatever had been holding him upside down released, dropping him to the hard concrete floor. The teen groaned in pain, feeling the burn and stinging pains crawl up his back and neck.

"What, you can't handle your own punishment?" A foot stomped harshly onto the center of Gamzee's back, pressing him down into the cold floor. Purple clouded the corners of Gamzee's vision, his blood splattered all over the room.

"G-Gamzee…Why?!" The projection of himself laughed wickedly, stepping off of Gamzee to return to his previous victim.

"I just can't let you go, Karkles." Gamzee watched as his projection tore open the throat of his own friend. Red poured over, mixing with purple.

"Only one more color to go, mothered." The projection smirked wildly, leaning down to dip his hands in Karkat's blood, before spreading it in an arch, finishing the second-to-last part of the rainbow.

Karkat's body had fallen limply forward, a loud thud resounding in the room.

"Just need…one more…" The simulated boy stalked forward, twitching slightly and raggedly as he moved, his red stained hands reaching out to grab at Gamzee's face.

"Are you next?"

So...I have returned. I've been having a lot of writer's block whenever I try to tend to Complicated Lines..and any of my other stories.

UGH.

But alas, I have returned. With a morbid, fucked up Gamzee.

I promise, this story won't be like this, xD You'll understand.

-AU- Humanstuck. (All trolls will keep canon blood colors though.)-