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Our Scars Remind Us
Welp, Gamzee oneshot for no reason. Woot! I still exist! Gog, it's been 5EVER since I've put anything up... The last thing was my Christmas stories actually, so... Never mind. It hasn't been that long. Well, I was listening to the song Scars by Papa Roach and I thought of the scars Gamzee has when he's God Tier (even if that's an alternate world or something, it obviously still happened) So, inspiration! :D Anyway, this is a Gamzee oneshot 2 Sweeps after his little Sobor Slime incident. MAYBE it could be interpreted as a sadstuck. Whatever, please R&R!
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Gamzee Makara sat at his computer, flipping through boring shit on the Internet. His horn pile had sat untouched for almost three weeks now and he was beginning to wonder what he was going to do with it. It wasn't very practical anymore and he figured he should clean it up, or at least move it somewhere else.
The sobor slime was also beginning to be quite a problem. He got rid of as much as he could when he realized what he had done and did everything he could to avoid eating it again. But still, sometimes there would be a pie tin sitting on the counter and somewhere deep in his mind he remembered where there was more, hidden somewhere in the structure of his Hive. But, then he thought about what happened that day. It was still clearly imprinted on the now-God Tier Trolls brain. Every. Motherfucking. Second.
But now, (it had been almost two sweeps since the incident) it didn't really seem... real. It was, obviously, but to him, it... wasn't. It was just a nightmare that still haunted him when he closed his eyes and fell asleep each night. Nepeta and Equius were, like him, God Tier now, and that was the only way he could look upon the situation positively. The Rouge of Heart and Heir of Void were happily continuing on their Moirallegiance somewhere in the Veil and the Rouge was probably off stalking his Moirail, desperately scratching for a Matespritship that would never be hers.
He rubbed his eye with his fist. His hand withdrew and he examined the gray and white makeup that now covered his hand.
"WeLl FuCk," he said, wiping his hand on his polka-dot pants and realizing he had no idea how to clean that off, AND that there was a spot on his face where there wasn't any makeup now. Just a big huge blotch of his regular skin, probably with a big purple vein running under his eyelid. He looked down at the clock. The time was around the time where he'd usually get to sleep, so he stood up and walked into his bathroom.
The bathroom was dark and quite, just like the rest of his Hive. It was the way it was since Goat-Dad left and after he went crazy and after his transition to God Tier. He flicked the switch that turned on the light and turned on the water in the sink. He splashed the freezing cold liquid on his face and rubbed as much off as he could with his hands, turning to a towel when that wasn't enough.
Once he was sure it was all gone, he threw the towel on the floor along with the rest of them. He just had piles all over the Hive that he really needed to clean up. He made a mental note and looked in the mirror, squeezing some water out of his hair. Plainly shown on his face where the only things that proved to him that his past was real and not some terrifying nightmare. The three, huge, ugly scars that brandished his face. The only reason he really wore the makeup now. To hide them. To hide his past. To hide what he did.
He ran his fingers along the marks, recreating in his head what had happened. Nepeta had jumped out of the grate and at him, brandishing her claws. He reached out his hand, the same as he did that day, and grabbed at the air. But, he could very clearly hear the bone break. He put out his fingers like claws and pulled them closer and closer to his face until they touched, dragging his fingers across his face slowly. He could still feel the numbed pain and could hear the screams from what had once been his friend. Now, she was more like the best contender for Kismesis ever. He could feel the blood dripping down his face.
He stopped, shaking his head.
"No, No, No, MoThErFuCkInG nO!" He hung his head, turning around. He didn't even want to look at himself sometimes. He walked back out into his living room which connected to his room.
"tHaT's MoThErFuCkInG eNoUgH fOr ToDaY," he said, slipping into his Recupercoon and shutting his eyes and forcing himself to relive the horror he caused all over again.
This was my first Gamzee story, I hope it turned out okay! I'm just going to slap a 100 Theme thingy on here at the bottom I guess. Theme: No Way Out Please R&R whether you liked it or not!- Sakura :)