A 17 year old boy wakes up in a place that is unfamiliar to him. It is dark, cold, and he is outside. There's a green dumpster by the young man's side. He then sits up, with a terrible headache beginning to form. He feels so sick that he can't stand the stomach pain, and proceeds to vomit up the contents of his stomach, which isn't much. Once his stomach is empty, he tries to remember the events that happened only hours earlier. All he knows is that he was at an awesome party, and there were LOTS of drugs involved. He remembers making a combination of highly toxic, not to mention illegal drugs, and everyone liked it, so the 17 year old charged them double the price of a normal bag of weed. He doesn't remember anything else however. He shakily gets up, noticing that he was passed out in the glass of his own broken Faygo. He mumbles to himself about how his friends are a bunch of no good assholes for leaving him behind like this. But before he can continue to walk back home, wherever that was, he hears a car and stops dead in his tracks. The car, which is a police cruiser, parks in front of the open alleyway. This boy knows at this point that he is beyond screwed, but doesn't make a move to try to escape. He would try, but his vision is still blurry, and he just wants to go home anyway. A figure gets out of the car and moves toward him, silently, like a cat stalking its prey. When the figure is illuminated by the street light overhead, it is revealed to be a woman with a walking stick, and strange red glasses. This man had seen some pretty strange things while he was on drugs, but this was definitely not the drugs talking this time.
"H-hello?" the boy rasps out, not realizing he was almost not able to talk.
"Gamzee Makara." the police woman says, as if she expects him to confirm that this was in fact his name. Gamzee shakes his head yes, then coughs a couple times. He must've smoked more than he thought last night. The lady nods quickly and asks him to step forward. He obeys, and she hand cuffs him, telling him he's under arrest for possession of narcotics. The word 'narcotics' brings back some of his memory. A flash back of two of his friends Nepeta and Eridan taking a hit from his rainbow colored bong take over his mind. He then remembers that somebody started a game of truth or dare, but he still can't remember the rest. If only he could concentrate...
"Answer me when I'm asking you a question, Mr. Makara!" the cop lady says while whacking Gamzee in the head with her cane. Gamzee rubs where she hit him and apologizes. He then asks her to repeat the question. She groans in frustration. "I asked you who else was involved in this party." she says irritably. Gamzee tells her that there were only five other people involved. However, he can only recall the names of three.
"Eridan, Feferi, and Nepeta were involved, but I don't know the rest of the motherfuckers that were there." Gamzee says with a shrug. When the lady hears the name Nepeta, she freezes. Gamzee suspects something is terribly wrong. She takes a deep breath and delivers the news.
"Gamzee, your friend Nepeta died of cardiac arrest from the drugs." the cop says. She then forces Gamzee into the car, which isn't that hard considering the 17 year old is shocked beyond words. Nepeta... dead? Tears sting at the corners of his eyes, and his breathing slows down. How could he do this to his friend? Furthermore, what is Equius going to think about this? Equius was Nepeta's closest friend. Not only that, but he was planning to ask her out the following day. And it was all Gamzee's fault that he ruined it. Gamzee doesn't say a word as the two make their way to the prison grounds.
...
Once they arrived, the lady let the young man out of the car. Gamzee was still too shocked to react like a normal prisoner would, so this was easy to handle for the cop. She placed him in line with hundreds of other inmates, and they all shuffled slowly away from the entrance of the place. Each one of them was evaluated slowly, until it was Gamzee's turn. Evaluation was over faster than he initially thought, and before he knew it, he had his mug shot developed. In it, his hair was messier than it usually was, his clown make up was smudged, and he had three long scars that stretched diagonally across his face. He didn't remember how he got the scars, but they were there. He looked at his mug shot for a long time until a stranger came up and told him he looked like an asshole. He turned to the stranger and was about to tell him the same, but decided that he didn't want to get in trouble immediately. But this guy seriously had no room to talk. He wore 3D glasses and different colored shoes for god sake, how hypocritical can you get? Gamzee wondered how a scrawny little nerd like him even got into jail anyway. Motherfucker probably hacked his way in here. Gamzee thought bitterly as he moved to the bathroom to change into his jumpsuit. When he emerged out of the disgusting smelling bathroom, he thought of how freaking uncomfortable his orange jumpsuit was. It itched in places where the sun isn't supposed to shine, and it was still smelly and dirty from whoever was unfortunate enough to use it last. Once that was over with, he walked to where his cell was supposed to be. He scoffed at all of the guards that were stationed there too. They all looked pathetic and small compared to him, considering he was over six feet, and kind of strong for his age. But the person he really couldn't help snickering at was the warden. He was just barely five feet, and looked like he had no muscle on his scrawny figure at all. Unfortunately for Gamzee though, the warden caught his small snicker.
"Hey! You with the stupid clown make up! Get the fuck over here now!" Gamzee rolled his eyes and made his way over to the angry man. As soon as Gamzee stopped in front of him, the nasty warden told him to get down lower so he was face to face with him. Gamzee almost snickered again, but obeyed anyway. Without any warning or hesitation, the warden slapped him in the face. "Listen shitstain! I am Karkat Vantas, and I run shit around here. It's my job to make sure you cock suckers don't fuck around in get your selves more in trouble than you already are. So I suggest you respect me as you would your parents, or there will be consequences. Got it?" Karkat yelled. Gamzee nodded, acting cool, but not feeling it. His face hurt like a bitch, and Karkat had brought up a sore subject. His good for nothing parents. He remained bitter as he made it to his cell. There was nothing much else to do besides fall asleep at this point. So that's exactly what he did. This day was going to be a long one.
