Karkat= Be Gamzee.
I woke up to Karkat sleeping. My head was in his lap and the voices in my head were being louder than normal. I covered my ears, even though I knew it wouldn't help. They kept me drugged with sopor slime so that this wouldn't happen. Shut up shut up shut up! I stood up, careful not to touch my horns anywhere near Karkat, and hit my head against the wall. My head cracked and I saw purple on the wall. I hit my head again and fell unconscious. When I woke up, there were handcuffs on my hands, holding me to the bed. There were also motherfucking bandages on my head. The voices were quiet, but still there. Karkat's eyes were open and bloodshot. Damn, I motherfucking made Karbro motherfucking worry. I smiled and he shook his head.
"What were you thinking?"
"I just wanted some motherfucking silence. It got too motherfucking loud."
"What do you mean? It's quiet in here. We were both asleep."
"Not in the motherfucking room, Karbro. In my motherfucking think pan." I pointed to my forehead.
Karbro just looked worried. "Are you fucking sure you aren't crazy?"
"Bro, I'm a motherfucking subjugglator. I'm motherfucking sure I'm not motherfucking crazy."
He smiled and I laughed. John was all up and sitting in a chair. His friend with the sunglasses was there too. I stared at him for a second but didn't give it much thought. He looks like… But he's not. That's motherfucking weird. Sunglasses stared at me with a perfect poker face. I glared at him for a second before slipping my hands out of the handcuffs and sitting up. I rubbed my wrists absently and Sunglasses gave the smallest hint of a smile. What are you all up and looking at? Paint the walls, Gamzee. You know they are all beneath you. They should be put in their place. Shut up shut up shut up! I felt Karkat's hand on my arm and I flinched. John papped my shoulder comfortingly and I pushed his hand away. Sunglasses brought his hand across my face and I put a hand up to touch where he hit me. I knew it was probably bright purple. I buried my face in my knees and covered my ears with my hands. The one with the sunglasses. Make the others watch as you rip him limb from limb and paint the walls with his blood. You know that it is owed, he insulted you. He dared to touch your skin. He should be first. Shut up! What the motherfucking hell do you motherfucking know? Nothing! You know motherfucking nothing! I felt someone shoosh pap my head. I shook my head and faintly heard people arguing over the rushing of blood in my ears. I felt someone sit next to me and the next thing I knew I was in someone's arms. I looked up.
"Karbro, it's really motherfucking loud."
Karbro looked worried. I felt him pap my hair and closed my reddening eyes. He dares lay a finger on the high subjugglator? I told you wrong, Gamzee! This one goes first! Paint the most beautiful miraculous pictures on the wall! Do it. I flinched and held my ears tighter. Shut up! Stop putting thoughts in my head! Karbro papped my head again. I pushed him off of me.
"Karbro, you need to all up and motherfucking get out."
"What-"
I stared at him. My eyes locked with his. "Get the motherfucking hell out of here, Karbro!" I snapped.
I saw him tense with fear before running out. I walked over to the door and tried the handle. It didn't budge. Good. I heard arguing outside and noticed that there was an indigo splatter on the wall. I dipped my finger into it and drew it across the wall. I drew a smiling face with a clown nose on the wall, wrote "HoNk" next to it, and sat back down. I saw John staring at me through the window and smiled. I saw Sunglasses talking to Karbro and frowned. I wonder what they're talking about… It would be so easy to step right through the glass, break their heads off their shoulders- I said shut up! I am motherfucking above you! Shut up!
Gamzee= Be Karkat.
I ran out of the room. My muscles were tense and Gamzee could probably see it. I got out of there as fast as physically possible. Having a crazy juggalo kill me when he wasn't in his right mind was definitely not on my to-do list. Dave and John were sitting outside. John was staring at Karkat. Dave helped me shove a chair under the handle of the door.
"So what the hell is going on, bro? Your totally lame friend in there going crazy?"
"You could say that. More like he's going into the correct mindset. It's complicated. Blood color dictates rank. His blood is purple, meaning he's a highblood."
"Where are you in this ranking system?" John asked.
"None of your fucking business."
"Hey Karkat, Sollux said that you had the juggalo-" Kanaya said, swiftly walking over to where I was arguing with Dave.
"The fucking juggalo is in there going bat shit murderous."
Kanaya pulled out her lipstick chainsaw. "I believe we are overlooking a very simple solution to this problem."
"Kanaya, put the lipstick away. Karkitty wants to keep the juggalo alive and purring!" Nepeta smiled, making small paw movements with her hands.
The juggalo in question was writing on the glass in his own blood. It was creepy.
Karkat = Be the crazy ass juggalo.
Mirror writing in blood isn't motherfucking easy. At first, all I'd written was "HoNk". It was nice and simple. But then more people came. Droplets of blood were sliding down my face. I swiped them off and drew smiley faces all along the glass. Karkat's face was motherfucking funny- he looked like he might be sick. After that I started writing things like "Are you motherfucking next?" and Karkat turned his back on me. I kicked the door and the wood splintered. I smiled and kicked it again. My foot broke through the door and hit a chair. I frowned and punched the door until my fist broke through. I pushed the chair away and opened the door. I felt something hit my neck and stick, then I hit the floor and then motherfucking nothing.
When I woke up, my arms were pinned behind my back by a straightjacket and I was alone in a sterile room again. I looked down at the jacket before thinking back to my days in the carnival. I had once done an escape act. I knew how to get out of a straightjacket. I yanked my arms forward and felt one arm loosen. I slipped my arm out and reached around, pulling my other arm over my head as I went. I pulled the strings and felt the jacket loosen. It came off easily and I walked around the room, flexing my muscles. There was a hoop on a tightly-linked chain hanging from the ceiling, a recuperacoon in the back locked tightly shut, of course), and a steel door without a handle. I vaulted off of the recuperacoon and hung upside down on the hoop. How dare they lock me, a high subjugglator, up in a room? They are low-blooded, only fit for use as spray cans! I pushed the thoughts out of my head. The blood flow to my head helped. I heard the door open and flipped myself upward, sitting on top of the hoop. My legs were crossed in front of the chain firmly. I saw Karbro and someone with green lipstick walk in, followed by a doctor with horns like a bull. That toreador from the carnival… What was his name? It doesn't matter, his blood paints the best pictures! I closed my eyes and let my upper body fall. My legs uncrossed and I flipped so that I was hanging from my hands in the middle of the hoop. I dropped to the bottom and hung upside-down.
"H-He escaped again."
I opened my eyes. "You saw my motherfucking act. You know I can all up and escape a motherfucking straightjacket easily."
I felt the somewhat familiar feeling of a stun dart hit the small of my back and fell headfirst. When I woke up the second time, there was a lock on the back of the straightjacket. I sighed and vaulted off of the recuperacoon again. I almost missed, catching the indigo hoop with my toes. The recuperacoon was painted indigo as well, but still locked up tight. I rolled my eyes and just hung from the top of the hoop, giving myself another chance if I missed. I was facing the wall. I heard the door open.
"What do you all up and motherfucking want?"
"Just to talk, Gamzee. Jegus."
I carefully flipped around. "I'm listening."
"Well, they put you in here because-"
"Because I'm motherfucking crazy. Why the fuck else would I all up and motherfucking be here?"
Karkat rolled his eyes. "You could listen to me, fuckass."
"I could all up and motherfucking face the motherfucking wall. I'm motherfucking stuck in here and you can motherfucking come and motherfucking go as you motherfucking please."
Karkat shoosh-papped my face. I growled and he put his hands up. "What are you going to do, dumbass clown? Bite me to death?"
"Oh, you'd be motherfucking surprised."
Gamzee = Be the mutant.
