Your mind keep fleeing. You don't know what it is fleeing from, but it always leaves you behind. You always just sit there and wonder where it went, feeling scared without it. Scared of the emptiness. Scared of your power. Scared of your body. You never really seem to remember that much from it though. You just really sit there afterwards and try to straighten your head. It's like having a hangover. You wake up full of questions that sometimes never have an answer. You hate it. You hate how it makes you vulnerable and exposed for everyone's advantage. You hate how everyone knows about it, but you still wake up with a gun to your head most of the time. You hate how they hate you. No one trusts you anymore and you get why. You would not hang out with yourself either. You are just trouble. Everyone's trouble.
That is why you are sitting there again. Sitting on the ground by your normal little back ally. This is where you normally wake up. The gray brick walls framed you in to your little box and purple paintings where tagged over the walls making words like "honk" and "welcome to the dark carnival" plus a little, creepy smiley that looked like a clown face. Rats fled across the floor and black trash bags was spread through the corners making a small "arena" in the middle. An arena that where now hosting you and him.
Your best bro. He is the one that constantly finds you. And as normal he has a gun pointed straight in to your forehead. You can't help but to grind at the situation.

"I was expectin' to see ya'r motherfuckin' face when I woke up from ma' beauty sleep," You muttered in as you started stretching your long body, flexing like a cat. "How's the motherfuck'r been?"

Karkats red eyes was filled with both hate and disappointment as well as some pity as he looked in to your purple ones. "Get your ass off the ground before I make a peeking hole through your head," he sneer while giving his gun a little shake upwards to show he was serious.

"Aw'right, aw'right, motherfuck'r! Calm ya'r bitchtits down! I'm all motherfucki'n calm." You get to your feet, but stumbling from the harsh night. His eyes narrowed in as he inspected your body to check if you were telling the truth.

"Ok, it looks like you are back to normal, but I can never be safe enough," It looks like he calmed down. He louvered the gun, but did not put it away. Not just yet.

"So, Karbro, how long were I gone?" You stumble closer to him while you keep stretching your back.

"Just a couple of days, but still you keep fucking up the whole town you shithead!" You can't help but to grind at Karkat as you walk out of the ally. You don't know if he noticed as he kept his eyes stiff in front of him, but you are sure he felt your love and miracles. He knew you liked him, well not in that quadrant, but as a morail. You have always been morails. Even though he never admitted it nor called you his morail, he usually just called you "fuckass" or "shithead" and sometimes a "god damned fucking clown", but you still know he only means good. You know he doesn't hate you. He must like you. At least enough to be there when you wake up. And to try to keep control while you aren't there. In a way he is your little guardian. Your little, angry pixy that follows you everywhere and holds your shirt when you say let go, I'm just going to beat the shit out of that motherfucker.

"GOD DAMN IT, FUCKASS! Listen up when I'm talking to you!" You snap out of your thoughts and look down at the little guy.

"Wat is it, motherfucker?" You can't help but to smirk of his dark, angry voice not fitting his tiny body.

"Listen up, shithead! Don't go swimming in your disgusting thoughts! I'm trying to give you your little report over the past few days!" He stops and stare in to your eyes before pointing two fingers at you then up in to his own eyes. "Tune in on me." You turn around and face him with your whole body to try to keep more focus. "You did not hurt anyone or anything this time, but you were screaming some pretty nasty shit all over the town, but I gotcha before they beat your skinny little ass!" You smile over the good results. You have heard worse. A lot worse.

Karkat snap his finger in front of your face and drag you out before you get in to your thoughts again. "Focus, fuckass!" he got that normal little angry face on, but you have no chance in taking him seriously when he is so little so you can't help but to start laughing instead. "My god, Gamzee! Quit it!" He rise up on his toes and grab your color to push his face closer to yours. He snarled and pushed you back up as he wisped "You're like a fucking baby," before he kept on walking. You take a moment to get your head straight before you stumble after him.

You got to the end of the ally and once again Karbro turns around facing you, straitening up a little to get a little taller, even though he is far from your height. "I have to go check on some shit Terezi's got, so don't go get your fucking ass stuck in the toilet. Ok?" You put on a straight face and get up in a salute to him. "Ya'h can motherfucki'n count on me." you say in a harsh voice as if you were in the military. Karkat just sights and turn giving you a low "Bye," and a tiny wink, but that aren't enough for you. You leap over and wrap your long arms around him in a hug.

"See ya later, best frien'!" You push down your cheek and rub it against the top of his head. His short, ash colored hair is soooo sooooft...

"GOD DAMN IT, GAMZEE! LET ME GO!" Karkat was struggling to even breathe through your tight grip. His tiny arms and legs where doing everything they could to try to separate you, but you just hugged him tighter. "FUCKASS! I SAID LET GO!" he kept on struggling until he got tired and gave up and hugged you back instead. "Fine, bye fucker." he muttered in to your chest. "Bye, Karbro. T'anks for the motherfucki'n good hug," You grind as you slowly let go of him. "Didn't have a choice." He mumbled through his teeth.

You stand there and wave while he walks away. Now you really did not have anything to do, did you? You lift your shirt up to your nose and take a deep sniff. It stank of sweat, garbage and dirt just like you thought. You did have a habit of not showering when you were "him". Well you should shower. Still feeling a bit sore from the bad night you start strolling home.