TC: I AlReAdY ToLd yOu mOtHeR FuCkInG No. I DoN'T ThInK I'M Up tO MaKiNg tHiS ShIt aNy mOrE MoThEr fUcKiNg cLeAr, So sToP BeInG A FuCkInG BiTcH, aNd gO Be wItH SoMeOnE WhO Is aLl uP AnD InTo wHeRe yOuR MoThEr fUcKiNg hEaRt iS, bEcAuSe tHaT AiN'T MoThEr fUcKiNg mE. bYe.
TC: :o(
terminallyCapriocious [TC] has blocked arachnidsGrip [AG]
You can't log out of your account fast enough. You shut your laptop, and shove it away on your messy desk. Your head hurts now, as you stare at the black laptop covered in scratches from where you were anything but gentle. You had probably gone through several of these things in the last few years, but you don't care. You could just get some money wired secretly from your grandfather and get a new one. Mother fucking easy enough.
You hear your phone buzz on the bed behind you, and you look to it. Mother fucking have to block her number to, shiiit bro. You get up, frowning and walk over, but the frown quickly fades to a smile.
From: Tav
uHH HEY GAMZEE, hOW ARE YOU,,,
You can't help but smile even more. What time is it? It's late, you know that much, so Tav probably wants you to talk him to sleep. You love to do that, makes you feel like a mother fucking sleep making miracle, or some shit like that. What the fuck were you thinking about again? Oh yeah, Tavros. You reply:
To: Tav
HeY MoThEr fUcKeR! i'm gOiNg oKaY I GuEsS, tHoUgH ThIs bItCh aLl uP AnD PiErCeD My cHiLl zOnE LiKe a nInJa oR SoMeThInG AnOtHeR.
From: Tav
oHH, uHH, cAN I ASK WHO IT IS,,,,
To: Tav
SuRe tAv, It wAs vRiSkA... :o( tHe bItCh jUsT, uGh, AiN'T GoT AnY SeNsE WhEn tO LeAvE A MoThEr fUcKeR AlOnE. i jUsT DoN'T LoVe hEr aNyMoRe, AnD ShE AiN'T Up tO MoThEr fUcKeR GeTtInG HeR ReAlIzAtIoN On aBoUt tHaT MoThEr fUcKiNg fAcT. i aLrEaDy gOt mOtHeR FuCkInG FeElInGs fOr sOmE OtHeR MoThEr fUcKeR.
From: Tav
uH,,, yEAH,,, i UMM,,,, dONT KNOW IF A SMILE WOULD BE, uH, aPPROPRIATE CONSIDERING THE, uM, cIRCUMSTANCES,,,
To: Tav
a MoThEr FuCkInG sMiLe WoUlD bE gReAt :o)
From: Tav
oH, wELL, tHEN :)
To: Tav
ThAnKs a mOtHeR FuCkInG ToN TaV. i lOvE YoU 3 hOnK :o)
From: Tav
oHH, i UH, lOVE YOU TO GAMZEE,, 3
To: Tav
GrEaT MoThEr fUcKeR, nOw wHy yOu aLl uP AnD MeSsAgInG Me sO MoThEr fUcKiNg lAtE? tHe sLeEp zOnE DoNe uP AnD RaN AwAy fRoM YoUr cUtE LiTtLe mOtHeR FuCkInG SeLf?
From: Tav
uH YEAH,,, i FINISHED RPING WITH NEPETA, tHEN WELL, mOM TOLD ME TO LAY DOWN, bUT I CANT REALLY SLEEP TOO WELL, aND WELL, YOURE UH, uSUALLY UP AT THIS TIME... sO I MESSAGED YOU, hOPING YOU WOULD REPLY AND WELL, uH, TALK TO ME UNTIL I FALL ASLEEP...
You smile lazily at the phone. You knew it, Tavros always messaged you this late when he couldn't sleep, and he was just so cute when he tried to explain things. The way he stuttered when he talked and you could picture him, thumbling with the buttons on his phone as he thought of the right words. This image quickly got taken over by faygo and miracles, and you finally shook your head to clear it. You had just wasted ten minutes pondering in pointless, miraculous thought. You looked to your phone and type quickly.
To: Tav
WoAh mOtHeR FuCkEr, SoRrY! i dRiFtEd tHe fUcK OfF InTo tHoUgHt! JuSt gOt tO ImAgInInG YoUr cUtE LiTtLe fAcE AnD I'M AlL Up aNd fLuStErEd nOw, HeH :o)
You waited about 20 minutes or so, but there was no reply. Tavros has probably fallen asleep. You smile at the thought of that cute mother fucker, curled up in bed with that tiny dog, Tinkerbell, or whatever Tav named him. Pretty sure he named her after that fairy thing from...Purple Pan? Potter? Wait fuck, no that's the wizard... Uh...Peter? Yeah, you're pretty sure that's it. Like the peanut butter. You love peanut butter, and all it's miraculous brown gooey goodness. You can feel your stomach rumble, and you stop, getting up. You're mother fucking hungry, so you might as well up and all get your eat on.
You exit the door, having to duck some on your way out. You're awful tall. You get that from your father's side of the family. You were all tall and lanky. You were easily 6 and half foot, maybe more. You never bothered checking your height, but you knew your father was taller, and your grandfather would be if he wasn't hunched over like he was. Your grandfather was one of the coolest mother fuckers you've ever met. He's just so chill and knows what he's up into and all about, like a mother fucker should. He's all into clowns and horns and the internet and just chilling, sitting back, slamming a Faygo and being who you're all up and wanting to be. He's your idol, and you can't picture anyone you'd rather be more like.
Now your father on the other hand... Talk about a mother fucker whose got his panties all up in a mother fucking bunch. He's such a business man, so serious. You don't even know where the fuck he works, he's a CEO or some shit. He was supposed to take over the family business with grandpa goes, but he won't do it. You don't see why, clown colleges, and hotels, endless, really big hotels. The Makaray was like the mother fucking Hilton. Why the mother fuck did he not want it? You would take this shit in a heart beat when you're old enough. The money to do whatever the fuck you want, and give Tav whatever the fuck he wanted to make him all up and happy and take him places and shit. You could buy his mom stuff to.
You love Tavros' mom. Mr. Nitram, which you preferred to call, "Momma" was like the mother you've never had. Since yours died when you were only 5 years old, you raised yourself mostly on your own. You loved going to Tav's house and just walking in, and having someone call you "Gam" or "Sweetie" and asking if you were hungry or cold or needed your clothes cleaned or wanted a shower, or just anything a mom would really care about. While you and Tav would chill in his room, throwing sick fires or talking about findul...spawn? You think that's it, you never were good at the game, and you sometimes ended up just making the cards into paper airplanes, which normally upset Tavros, so he really didn't play it much with you anymore, but back to topic, she'd just come in and totally all up and bring you and Tav snacks and drinks and smile and just be all mommy-like. You wish you had a mother, someone who would look out for you like that.
You are now in the kitchen, ducked in the fridge, looking over the flavors of Faygo. You hear the something drop on the counter behind you, and you jump, hitting your head on the top of the fridge.
"MOTHER FUCK!" You yelp, rubbing your head.
"Watch your language." Your father's stern voice sounds in your ringing ears.
"Yo sorry dad." You mutter, leaning down and grabbing a grape Faygo, standing and cracking it open, and long drink.
"Don't chug it down. That stuff is nothing but sugar, and it's late. Don't you have school tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow's Sunday dad."
"Oh... Well... You shouldn't stay up so late..."
"Why not? I'm just all up and chilling and stuff, ain't no mother fu- freaking problem dad."
Your dad looked at you a long moment and sighed. "Boy, I will wash your mouth out with soap. Now go take off that make up and put some clothes on. You can lounge about naked if you want, when I'm not here, but I'm here, so put some pants on."
"But dad, pants don't like this mother... Yeah, like, they'll all up and like, "Let's make him feel trapped." and shi- stuff." You hated having to watch your language. It just wasn't natural for you, and you were all used to doing what all up and felt natural and what your heart told you to, and if your heart wanted you to say mother fucker, then mother fucker you would say.
"Ugh, nevermind Gamzee. Just go to bed."
"But I'm hungry."
"That's not my fault. Go to sleep."
"Not chill dad, not chill at mother fucking all." You sigh and screw the cap on the Faygo, putting it back in the fridge for later.
"I told you to watch your language young man."
"What the mother fuck ever." You walk out, now in a sour mood. Thanks a ton dad.