This is the first chapter of Pull The Trigger, it's a sadstuck. I hope ya'll like it. It's got GamzeeKarkat and SolKat. It's very different from my usual stuff but still pretty good in my opinion. Enjoy!
Gun in my hand, I was ready to set it off with a quick swipe of the trigger. My hand shakes as I pull it to my temple. What's the point in living anymore? I'm tired of these motherfucking hallucinations, the racing thoughts, the motherfucking VOICES IN MY HEAD!
A knock from the front door rolls through the living room into the kitchen where Karkat is making lunch. I get up to answer the door. "Hey motherfucker, how are you this mighty motherfucking day?" Sollux, Karkat's boyfriend, walks through the threshold and gives me a go to hell look from under his red and blue glasses. He says he wears the glasses because it fits his state of duality, whatever the motherfuck that means. He also wears two different motherfucking shoes, he's odd. I walk back over to the couch and plant my ass back in the middle seat and grab the remote off the coffee table. Turn it to comedy central, kill yourself Gamzee, turn it to tlc, kill your friends Gamzee, turn it to cartoon network, kill yourself Gamzee. The voices rang like chimes through my head telling me what to do. I've thought to listen to them sometimes, and then I think what would that help? I pick up my warm beer and finish it off. Shits nasty warm; well it's pretty nasty in the first place. "Gamzee, get your ass in here! I need you to run to the store, are you sober enough to go?" I stumble up to my feet and saunter into the kitchen nearly tripping over my own two feet into the open refrigerator. "I guess not" he says face palming. "Sol, babe, will you run to the store and get a bottle of olive oil and a some basil? I'm making pizza and were out." He hands over a ten to Sollux as he's walking out the door to his car. "Gamzee, you're a fucking drunk and stoner. I hope you fucking know that. You reek and need a fucking bath. God, why do I put up with a slob such as you?" I shrug and step away and head towards the bathroom. Slowly but surely I reach the threshold of the bathroom. I walk in a shut the door. I turn to the mirror; the face looking at me isn't me. It's a hideous gruesome face covered in smeared clown makeup. Its eyes are red from hitting the bong one to many times. I speak to it "What have I become" It mimics my movement to every point. It is you, see what an animal you are? This is you now; you are this reflection, believe it or not. This thing is what you look like on the outside. Hehehe. The voices ring through my ears pissing me off. I punch the mirror. From the kitchen Karkat yells "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT YOU IDIOT?" I open the door and walk out dripping blood from my gashed hand on the floor. "Karkat, I think I need to go to the hospital" I fall over, out like a light.