Gamzee woke up in his cell. He almost had forgotten where he was, until he remembered last night. His headache may have been gone, but the terrible memories were not, and visions of Nepeta's dead body were certainly not helping. He wondered how the rest of his friends were doing. Probably hating his guts, he'd imagine. He sighed sadly and got up off the uncomfortable bed. There was no use in sulking now. He did the crime, and he'd face the time. He thought about it a little more as he realized he didn't even know how much time he'd have to face...
10 years. He'd have to spend the next 10 years of his life in holed up in this dark and creepy place. The news came as kind of a shock, but only because he expected WAY more than ten years in prison. He expected a life sentence for what he had done, but the court system in his area seemed to be a lot more gentle than most court systems, recognized the murder as an accident, and just gave him double the five years he was supposed to get for possession of the drugs. He didn't say anything though, 10 years was good enough for him. But walking away from the court, with all those judges dressed in teal garments staring him down, he couldn't help but feel that every single one of them were wondering the same thing: Why hadn't his dad showed up for the trial? Gamzee already knew the cold, hard truth of why. His dad just simply didn't care for him. Gamzee could hardly recall a time when his dad was around. And when he was, he acted cold toward his son. The juggalo didn't know why his dad had to act mean around him, but he was glad that at least his dad didn't abuse him. Well, that wasn't entirely true either...
Stop. Gamzee couldn't stand to think of his father anymore. He cleared the thoughts out of his head and got up. He walked out of his cell and stretched, only to find that the cafeteria was open. Even though the food looked disgusting, his stomach growled from the scent of greasy bacon. He started to walk forward, noticing the nasty warden giving him a suspicious look. In his head, Gamzee had flipped the warden off. But in real life, he gave a cheerful wave in his direction, like a happy school girl would do. That seemed to make him angrier, and Gamzee had to turn away because he couldn't hold back his snicker. He finally got to the front of the line, now starving, when he noticed the person in front of him was the nerdy kid that called him an asshole from yesterday. Gamzee decided that he'd follow this dude to his table and see how many friends he could make. Gamzee hadn't been to prison before, but he knew one thing: In order to make it, you gotta have allies. They had to be people that'd back you up when you get your ass handed to you on a silver platter. Once Gamzee had gotten his food, or what was almost considered food, he tapped the weird 3D glasses wearing guy.e turned around, recognizing his face immediately, and smirking.
"Hey you're that juggalo asshole I met yesterday, aren't you? Gamzee nodded, and the young man motioned for the stoner to follow him over to the table he sat at. It was noticed that this guy had a lisp, but Gamzee didn't say a word about it. Once they reached the table, introductions were made. "I'm Sollux, this is Vriska, and that is Kanaya. Any more questions?" Sollux said motioning toward the two ladies that sat before him. Vriska sneered while Kanaya quietly sipped her tea. Gamzee did have one more question.
"How did all of you motherfuckers get in here in the first place? Gamzee asked as he took a bite of pancake.
"Well I pushed somebody off a cliff and paralyzed him. Since I did it on purpose, I got five years in this godforsaken place." Vriska practically bragged.
"I'm in here for sawing a man in half." Kanaya stated simply. Gamzee nearly choked on his pancake upon hearing Kanaya's crime.
"Dare I ask how many years you got in this place?" Gamzee asked her cautiously.
"A life sentence." Kanaya stated simply, as if almost bored with the conversation. Gamzee nodded slowly, taking a mental note that he really should not get on her bad side. However, there was a question still weighing on his mind.
"How did you two end up in an all men's prison anyway?" he asked.
"Well some dumbass thought we were guys, so they placed us here. By the time they discovered we were chicks, they were too lazy to send us back." Vriska said rolling her eyes. Gamzee nodded, also mentally noting how messed up the system here was.
Night time approached fast, and the four had became good friends over the day. Even when Vriska threw a bitch fit at Gamzee beating her in Uno, the four still kept each other in check. When the time to go back to their cells came, Kanaya found herself asking how Gamzee got his scars. To be honest, it had totally slipped his mind that he was trying to remember where these came from. He told her as they were walking away from each other that he'd try to remember over night. As he lay in cell, sleep refused to come to him. It probably didn't help that there was quite a ruckus coming from outside. He groaned and got up to see what the hell was going on. As far as he could tell, there were new recruits coming in to guard since a major group of old jail guards had quit recently. The story was that 10 of them had been brutally assaulted by some tough inmates. They had promptly quit when they discovered that their insurance would not pay for their injuries unless they got a new job. It was truly ridiculous, but they did it, leaving the prison security under staffed. Gamzee peered at each one of the new recruits as Karkat yelled at them and told them not to be pussies. There were only two interesting ones in his mind. One was a tall, lanky girl, with extremely curly hair. She didn't look like she could defend anything, but as Gamzee had learned with Kanaya and Karkat, looks can be deceiving. She also had a slight, dark aura about her, and that must've been why Gamzee was drawn to her. He shuddered at that thought and focused on the second person. The second one was a boy. He wasn't spooky like the girl, but what intrigued Gamzee was that he had robotic legs. Also, his eyes. Gamzee couldn't get over his big, chocolate brown eyes. If that wasn't enough, he also looked almost afraid to be there. Gamzee almost didn't want this poor stranger to be scared, but shook his head at those thoughts. Why would he be interested in a person he hardly knew? He decided that going to bed and trying to remember the events that took place a night before would help clear his head.