OKAY, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC. All kinds of criticism is WANTED. Seriously. Criticize me. I want it. ALSO. THIS IS GOING TO BE THE SHORTEST CHAPTER. It's kinda like a prologue, in a way. Other chapters WILL be long. Sorry about non-canon personalities.
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BANG! The sound echoed through the halls, as Nepeta looked down at the man laying on the floor, lifeless, with a hole in his head, blood coating his face and areas on the floor around him.
"...Sollux Captor, huh?" She said, searching his body for anything he stole.
"It'd be wise not to steal again, 'Sollux Captor'... But I don't think you'll be doing any stealing for a while." She grinned at her comment and took his jacket, stuffing it into her bag for later use.
She threw her bag around her back and pulled open a nearby door, trudging out and heading for an exit.
"EH!?" She jumped, startled at the yell, and looked around, silently stalking towards it with her claws withdrawn. She saw a guy about her age, around 17 or 18, he looked odd, tangled and blood matter blonde hair, with fairly pail skin.
He was currently wearing a black t-shirt, covered in dirt and blood, with a pair of ripped pajama pants.
There were several bodies around him and he was crouched over, breathing heavily with two metal circus clubs in his hands.
She hid behind a crate nearby and tried to deepen her voice as much as possible "Hello?" She said, her voice cracking.
His head shot up and he looked around. "Who's there?"
"Tell me you name and I'll tell you mine"
"...Gamzee. Gamzee Makara."
She stopped with the deepening of her voice.
"I'm Nepeta. Nepeta Leijon."
"Where are you"
"Put down your weapons, and I'll come out."
He set down his clubs slowly.
"Kick them away."
He reluctantly kicked them backwards, out of his reach.
She stepped out from behind the crate and examined his face closer, he had a plethora of scratches and blood all over him, his expression looked rather confused at the small girl in front of him.
"What are you doing here, 'Gamzee'?" "Was lookin' for a friend... Karkat Vantas, you seen him?" He grunted.
"Seen him? No. Heard about him? Yes." "Wadd'ya mean?"
"Few guys came by earlier, talking about this 'Karkat Vantas'." "...They must be his mother fuckin' scouts." "Possibly..." "Anyways, Nepetuh, care to accompany me on this shitty journey?" "Depends... What's in it for me?" She drawled, picking at her claws. "Shelter, food, basic shit for survival." "Sure, I'll come."
