==== Gamzee paint Tavros a picture
"Why did you have to die''
These words keep repeating in the back of a certain clowns head, though the clown will not
acknowledge it.
"You're gone now? You can't be gone, you're right here with me, aren't you", The clown Whispered to
the severed head.
He dipped his fingers into a small, cold puddle of brown. Carefully dragging his fingers, to paint
on the wall.
"You see what I am motherfucking making for you tavbro? Can you see what I am motherfucking
making for us? I really motherfucking pity you, even though you are a low blood, but you can't
motherfucking help that," He continued to say to the head. "Could you find it in your heart to be
able to pity a fucker like me? Tavbro, answer me? Tavbro, motherfucking answer me, I'm serious,
answer me!
He continued to try to get the head to talk, though the person who the head once belonged to, is
long gone. Our clown friend never will admit it, he wants to believe the low blood is alive, that
he is with him, to rap with, to hang out with, to pity. He looks down at the head with sorrow behind
his eyes of insanity. Would anything ever be the same to him? With one last stroke of his fingers,
against the wall, he finished his drawing.
"I finally motherfucking finished bro", he said, as he lifted the head up to see the painting.
"Do you like it? Its motherfucking us on that wall"
The clown continued to wait for an answer to his question, but never got one. As he looked once
more at his drawing, he started to acknowledge the fact that is best bro was gone, and never
coming back. He started to remember any, all the times they were together. If he didn't start eating
those pies, would it be different then how it is now? Most likely, everyone would be alive, he would
possibly have tavbro as his matesprit. All that's left if for him to die alone, on a meteor, surrounded
by his dead friends and all the pictures he drew on the wall with their blood. With one last word he left the room.
Honk
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A/N : Yeah I have no idea. Just a dabble for a friend . . . . . . . I suck at trying to write angst and sober Gamzee. . . *sits in sad corner eating cookies and going back to Tumblr*