It is said that the ghost rumors are just riveting tales, but lately all of our nightmares have been becoming true.

"Haha, come on Gamzee you're just trying to scare us! No one would even believe this shit!" Vriska applauded Gamzee's attempt of trying to frighten the trolls. She clapped her hands and laughed in her sassy voice.
"Heh, this is no joke mother fucker. I tell you, I stay up throughout the nights. Just waiting for the mother fucking cackle to tell me exactly what's going on, what to do... how to breath..." the clown masked face smiling a big grin. A moment of silence stretched throughout the room as everyone just stared a Gamzee's ungleaming smile.
"Fuck, Gamzee! You're going to give everyone else fucking night terrors!" You, the short ninety percent nub troll screed. Terezi cackled.
"Look who's talking!"-whipes single happy tear off face-"Okay, yeah Gamzee you're scaring the nub of Karkles..." Terezi was cracking up, like a bowl of nuts.
"Shut the fuck up, Terezi" You screed again.
"hmm, oh I'm sorry best bro I wasn't trying to uhh mother fucking scare you or nothin'. I just thought all you mother fuckers would like to hear about this..." Gamzee flung one arm around your shoulder, not as much grinning but a smile now at the low bloods face.
"Oh fuck Gamzee! I'm not scared, all you assholes are the ones who are gritting around like a ton of mice near a lion resort!" You looked up at the taller troll, he had all his clown makeup on messily it was unlike him in normal circumstances he would always make sure it was perfectly on with practically no trouble at all, probably from all the years of putting it on making sure it was perfect everyday. But now it looked like he wore the exact same plate of color for a few days or so, it was washing away mostly at his eyes showing the gleaming purple glow in a different complexion partly. It was also messy around the corners of his mouth, it looked like dripping blood, like the ground was pulling it towards itself. Normally the makeup around his mouth was like a upside down triangle this is so unlike him...
But his makeup wasn't just it. His hair was super messy, not even his normal really insane messy even more messy it didn't seem it was even possible to be more messy and obnoxious then it's normal unfathomability. It's capacity looked like it could hold a whole city of water buffaloes in it, and it wasn't just that, it looked really knotty too. Usually Gamzee at least combed through it, well at least someone did, at least enough so it didn't look like it was mauled for a week in a vacuum anyways. He also smelt a little bit, like he hadn't showered in a few days...or even changed his clothes. There were stains all over his outfit of who knows what...
You snapped out of his trance of noticing all of these things about your best friend and realized that all your friends were making jokes about how scared you were.
"Fuck you guys! You know what I don't even care anymore, all you cactusforks can think I'm the scaredest scaredy fucknub you've ever seen!" Terezi cackled some more.
"Oh my gog Karkles do you even hear yourself! Shit!, cactusforks!? Oh gog this is priceless. I barely can breath!" Terezi cooled down, still grinning a lot though. "You also just called yourself a 'fucknub' Karkles."
Shit you can't think strait right now, there's something wrong with Gamzee you can tell. You needed to get him alone and ask if he was okay, this is a terrible environment to ask him in. You wish everyone just left or at least shut up about you being scared... but the truth is you are so freaking have no idea if Gamzee's about to have another panic attack and kill everyone or if he'll go insane and start trashing everything at any moment. But you don't think any of that will happen he doesn't have the same feel to him that he did before he did that before. This was different though, he just... doesn't have the same aura he did then. Just when he was telling that story before that had everyone at the edge of their seats he had a totally different aura, something so fucking... bad. You hated this.
"Are you okay best bro?" Gamzee was looking down at you worried and everyone was staring at you again. Fuck, you just wanted to scream out about how you're not at all okay! This whole thing is giving you a terrible headache and you think you're about to vomit now that you think of it.
"I'm fine, okay I am so fucking peachy here! In fact out of everyone I'm am the most peachy out of you all, I'm like a fine recently picked peach right out of this utopia of a peach garden!" You were cut off by Gamzee placing his hand on your forehead. Shit, you don't even know why you just said that whole thing you could have just answered that you were fine and you were just thinking of what to do later or something that fucking simple but no you had to say that whole fucking mash up of peach shit and know everyone thinks you're messed up or something.
Gamzee's hand was cool to the touch as it was placidly placed upon your head. You were going to push it away but fuck it feels really nice against your boiling body, so you let it just sit there acting like everything was fine.
"You're mother fucking burning up best bro, do you need a glass of water or something?" Everyone was beaming at you, and everything was turning fuzzy.
"I'm fine just tired as all now all of you grub snuffers can lay off." Your voice was weak and unsteady.
"Karkles I think you should go lay down or something you really don't look to good..." Terezi looked much more seriously now, it's funny how fast her expression changed after a matter of minutes.
"Fuck I really don't get why you're all so worried, I already told you I'm fi-" You were cut off by Gamzee halting you ever his shoulder.
"Gamzee what the fuck!" He was holding you by your dark red jeans, while the rest of your body flooded the scenery of his back with your overly sized black turtle neck. He was walking away out of the room somewhere.
"Don't worry mother fuckers I'll only be a minute." He said walking out of the room with you squirming in his hold. Ugh you have to admit you're glad to be out of that room though... you feel so much better as if you had just done some push ups with someone on your back and they just got off (not that you would ever be able to do that).
You continued to squirm in Gamzee's grasp, not that you really minded it much. He carried you out of the room and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him.
"What's wrong best bro?" he sat you on the closed toilet seat and he was leaning on his knees to get down to your height.
"Fuck... Gamzee I'm fine, really." Looking at him in the light now, you really could see something was wrong. He looked a lot worst than you thought he was. Not just his make up was wrong his eyes were droopy and almost sad looking. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days... you just, you can't stand looking at him like this. He needs someone and you know that has to be you.
"bro..." he was feeling your head again and again his hand was like an ice cube to you the oven turned to 450 degrees to bake a nice cake inside known as your organs.
"Please tell me what's wrong?" Your best friend in front of you who is obviously having trouble is asking how you're feeling? It was even obvious now in his voice that something was going on, his voice kept cracking up, more than usual which is pretty hard to beat and he just sounded like he was sick or something...
"Ga-Gamzee are you okay?" you stumbled your words out of your mouth. He looked puzzled like everything was fine and you can't think... the room started going more fuzzy then it was before, everything had a pink-ish fluff tone to it. Gamzee got up, and shit now that you don't have his hand on your head to support you more than you thought he was supporting you, you think you're about to fall even though you're just sitting. You were clinging your fingertips to the sides of the toilet trying not to fall. You started to glare up to see what Gamzee was getting out of the cabinet above the sink but the moment you turned your head you felt really nauseous, and you think you almost fell off the toilet if it wasn't for your best friend's hand catching you.
"Man, I'm just mother fucking fine but, I can't stand to see you like this is all..." At least you think that's what he said, you couldn't really tell everything was in slow motion. You think he picked you off the toilet and brought you to your room...
Tick
He was standing over you and you were tucked neatly in your bed... He stuck something in your mouth, it was cold and he held it there for a moment then he pulled it out
"Ah, mother fu-" he was looking at a thermometer you think...
"You -est - in b-" What? you couldn't understand anything right now... You saw the blur of Gamzee get up and you wanted to tell him to stay, you didn't want to be alone... but you couldn't speak it came out at a little high pitched moan.
Tock
The bed shift and Gamzee was now sitting next to you.
"I- be r-t b-" He leaned over and gave you a mini hug, still holding you he said something along the lines of "I -ee- -o -el- e-r-n- wh- -r-ng, -k-?" It was really getting hard to know what he was saying...