(Author's note:Hello! I just wanted to apologize for the worst transition of chapters in the history of mankind. I am very sorry. Carry on.)
You decide to walk to Gamzee's house. Even though you know where it is, you have never been in his house. You knew it was on the beach which was a couple blocks away near where Feferi and Eridan lived. Mr. Makara worked for Feferi's mother, Candace Peixes. Since Mrs. Peixes owned a very popular baking goods company, this meant that since Gamzee's father helped her with this business, he is also very rich. You do not know, however, exactly what his job is. You find your way to his house. The outside looked normal enough. It was simply a large house, that did not look near as fancy as its neighbors.
You make your way to the front door and knock three times. The door opened, revealing a figure much taller than you. He had long, messy hair like Gamzee, and wore a sweatshirt that was the design of a skeleton. He wore clown makeup, much like how Gamzee did when he wasn't in school. You assumed that this was Gamzee's older brother, Kurloz.
"Hey...can I come in, I'm here to hang out with Gamzee." Kurloz simply smiles and steps to the side to let you in. You walk in and take your first glance of what appears to be the living room. The television is turned on to an odd show where some clown is preaching something loudly to an audience. The walls were painted dark, however it seemed as though the two boys went a little crazy in spray painting these walls with various smiley faces and other things. The floor was littered in different colored blankets, as well as the couch. Kurloz returns to where he was sitting in front of the television before you had arrived.
"Er...where's Gamzee?" You ask. He says nothing, he just points down a hallway. Cautiously, you follow down to the door at the very end. You can see that this one is his, because in purple paint he had written his name sloppily. You walk in to see him laying on his bed. The room looked messier than the living room. Posters of clowns hung around the room, juggling clubs and horns scattered across the floor, however he strangely had his bed made.
"Did a hurricane go through here, or is your house usually this fucked up?" You scold. He sat up and grinned, now wearing his makeup.
"Nah, bro. This is just how we like it. We think the house should represent our hearts, you know?" You grimace a little. Your father would not stand for a house this messy, neither would Kankri. He sees your disapproval and simply shrugs it off with a casual smile.
"You have any news on your dad?" He asked. You sit next to him and sigh.
"No. Officer Pyrope acts like she knows something, but she won't tell any of us about it for some reason. I've been having non-stop dreams about how he went missing. It's stupid though. Dreams won't help shit, they're fucking useless." Gamzee shook his head and touched your brown hair.
"It could be a motherfucking sign. A miracle waiting to happen. Your pa'll come home soon."
"Miracles are total bullshit. Nothing like that happens in the real world. Bad things happen and it sucks, there's nothing out there saying: 'Hey! Look, you've got enough to deal with, so I'll let this one go.' " you growl.
"Hear me out, man. Like last week, I barely see my dad, and when I do he's always motuerfuckin' busy. But he came home and watched t.v. with us. That was a miracle."
"That Peixes chick must've just let him off work. That's not a miracle, it's a day off."
"Haha, okay bro, whatever you say." He laughed you off and stood up. Gamzee walked to his messy desk on the other side of the room and pulled a bag of this slimey green stuff. You raise an eyebrow.
"What the hell his that?" You question. With a grin, he looks at you and opens his bag.
"My dad brings this stuff home. It all up and calms your mind, chills you out. Gets rid of all that wicked stress that bothers yah. People're arguin' over of they can sell this shit to people who got nightmares. Dad calls it Sopor." Gamzee sticks his pointer and ring finger into the bag and puts them in his mouth.
"So...they're drugs. Illegal drugs. And your dad gives you these illegal drugs?" You say with an abhorred look on your face. He looks away, however not shamefully.
"You've been havin' nightmares about your dad. If you need to shred that motherfucking stress up, I can share. 'Cause you know you're my best friend." You grumble a little bit at his offer.
"I wouldn't eat that shit if my life depended on it. I-"
"Oh, I don't think they made it to motherfuckin' eat. I do, but you kinda just soak yourself in it, like your face."
"Then why do you eat it? There has to be some serious side effects for that."
"'Cause that's what causes the miracles to happen." He grins with his usual whimsicality and sits back down with you. "Sometimes I bake it into some mighty fine pies." You sigh and lay back with arms behind your head.
"Let's talk about something else. What's up with your brother?" You inquire. The teen scratches his neck and messes his dark hair.
"What about him?"
"Well, he didn't say a single word to me when I came in, it was a little weird."
"Oh, my bro didn't talk in over four years. Had somethin' to do with Sollux's bro, Mituna. No one really knows what went down, we just know it was something bad." He explained it so casually.
"Oh...That's-" you are interrupted by a knock on the door. Gamzee tells his brother to come in, which he does. Standing behind him is a familiar sight for you. A tall man with slicked back black hair and an eyepatch over his right eye. After catching a glimpse, you shoot up.
"Jack?" You are surprised, Jack didn't usually come looking for you. He glares at you slightly and jerks his head over his shoulder slightly, motioning you to come with him.
"We gotta go, kid. " says the man, turning on his heel. You quickly get up.
"Uhm...I'll see you tomorrow, Gamzee." You dither before following after yous guardian. You can see Kurloz gives you a smile and a wave before you go.
Once out of the house and into the car, you cross your arms and glare at Jack.
"What's your problem? I was just hanging out with Gamzee." You scowl at him.
"You didn't tell me where you were goin' kid. We've got enough to worry about, now if you were to disappear too, that would leave me in an awkward position. You don't want me in an awkward position, do you Karkat?" Jack chides while putting the key into the ignition and stepping on the gas pedal. "It's a fucked up world out there, your pop was smart to trust you with someone like me. You need to tell me when you leave the fuckin' house!"
"I find it hard to believe you're all of a sudden acting like you're the parent of the year. I mean where the hell do you go out all night with that stupid hat on?" You retort with a roll of your eyes. He clenches his teeth furiously.
"It's none of your business, kid." Jack hisses. You don't respond to him, looking out the window at the passing ocean instead. After a moment of silence, he speaks.
"What do you want me to do? I didn't sign up for this, that Libra Pyrope chick just called me up one day and said I had to look after you two idiots." You act like you aren't paying attention. He grumbles out a terse "whatever" and continues driving until you both arrive home.
Once through the door, you see that your brother is already waiting for you in the foyer. Kankri looks at you disapprovingly.
"What's the look for? You never tell him where you're going."
"Yes, but I at least act like-"
"Shut up. Both of you. I'm having my friends over, so stay away from us while we do our adult things. Alright? Go to bed or something." He snarls. Without a word, the two of you retreat upstairs, Kankri muttering to himself.
After two hours pass, you decide you are tired of wondering what he does with his friends all the time. If you can't have your freedom, why should he? You quietly open the door to the now dark upstairs hallway. After making your way downstairs, you find the basement door and press your ear against the door. It's a little muffled, however you can make out the voices clear enough.
"Felt's got our hideout's location. I saw Snowman through the window with Crowbar. What should we do about that, Slick?" Said a dark voice.
"We'll deal with that. The faster we kill 'em all, the better. When we kill 'em, we can get close to Snowman, and when we get close to snowman, we can figure out where Kankri went." It was Jack Noir's voice. Kankri is a family name. Your grandfather had it, your father has it, and your brother has it. With a raised eyebrow, you press your ear closer to the door, anxious to hear more.
"Why're you so sure Snowman has something to do with that guy?" Said a voice that was a little higher than the others.
"She likes to screw with me. She knows me, she knows he was my friend. It's exactly something Snowman would do. Besides, the sooner Kankri's back, the sooner I can go back and live at the hideout with you guys. One of you had to do something stupid to give out our location to the Felt. Until then, we'll plan here. Boxcars, you're in charge of getting as much guns and ammo as you can and stashing it down here. Droog, make sure none of those green bastards are around when you do it. If you see one, shoot them. Unless it's Snowman." A chair slides across the concrete. You were caught off guard when the door suddenly opened and you fell into the knees of a tall, brutish looking man.
"Hey boss, which one's this?" His voice was very deep. Jack rushed to the door and furiously.
"How much of that did you hear?"
"Enough to know that you where dad was this entire time."