Don't read this unless you have read the first bit (And We Will Fall Together). It will make no sense. By the way, sorry about the formatting. My computer won't change it no matter what I do. Also, do you know how much of a pain it is to type in Gamzee's quirk? I'm getting it more quickly now, but it's soooooooo annoying (eight 'o's). I kind of altered Gamzee's personality...again, but only because he's in a peculiar state...again. Okay fine, I just don't like high Gamzee. Sorry, but he's annoying, like his quirk. He is in a different state of mind, which you'll find out about if you pay attention as you read. Oh, and I don't own anything but my own thoughts...maybe. How would I know if I owned my thoughts? For all I know, I could be an invention of Hussie myself, making all of this technically canon. Unfortunately, the odds say that I own my own thoughts. Sorry about the length, I had to write everything.
Karkat: Stop Screaming
His scream, mingled with a squeaky trill, finally ended as his pain and despair decided it had been vented enough. Karkat started controlling his breathing, balancing between keeping his chest still and getting enough oxygen. His arm still lie draped across his stomach. Karkat was certain that the upper portion of his right arm was practically shattered from Gamzee hitting it. Biting his lip in preparation, Karkat finally looked at the arm. 'Oh,' Karkat thought, 'it actually doesn't look that bad.' He had been prepared to see his arm in a twisted, unrecognizable shape, but it just had a bit of a...dent. There was a dent in his arm. It hurt like hell, but not nearly as much as it did when it had been broken. His pain was bearable now, thank gog. He stood slowly, walking to the bathroom so he could check his face. The tears had stopped falling from his eyes, but the majority of his face was tinted red and pink. Yeah, there was no way he was coming out with his face looking like that. There would just be more questions...not that the others wouldn't question as to why his arm was broken and why he was covered in blood.
"OH SHIT!" he shouted as he realized that he was still bleeding profusely. He rummaged through drawers and cabinets with shaking hands, searching for anything that would stop the blood flow. After a long while of muttering curses as one room after another gave no results, his search yielded nothing. Karkat, starting to feel dizzy and unattached, made his way to the transportalizer. He needed help. However, as he placed his left foot on the disc, his vision blacked out. He didn't fall, didn't lose consciousness. He just momentarily went blind. Karkat assumed that the blood loss was finally taking its toll, but his vision did creep back. He blinked rapidly, about to move his now leaden limbs, bu then someone transportalized into his block. He flew backwards to land on his back, his injured arm jostling enough to where he grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut. He hissed with pain through his teeth as he heard the intruder come closer. 'How did they even get in here?' Karkat groaned inwardly.
"I'M MoThErFuKiN SoRrY KaRkAt. I DiDn't tHiNk i WoUlD HuRt yOu," Gamzee's deep gravelly voice spoke, filled with regret. Nonetheless, Karkat's eyes snapped wide open in fear that the voice did indeed belong to Gamzee. It did, naturally.
"NO NO NO NO NO! FUCK STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Karkat scrambled to his feet so he could back away, ignoring all pain, "I CAN'T CONTROL YOU GAMZEE DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?! YOU'VE GOT TO STAY AWAY FROM EVERYONE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT THEM!"
Gamzee's eyes shifted over Karkat once, taking in what he did. He sighed, "yOu nEeD SoMeOnE To HeLp yOu rIgHt mOtHeRfUkInG NoW. bUt i'd bE WiLlInG To bEt tHaT YoU DoN'T WaNt aNyOnE SeEiNg yOu rIgHt nOw." Karkat felt tears threatening again. He'd failed Gamzee as a moirail, and Karkat knew that Gamzee thought that he was the one who had failed. But Karkat thought that of Gamzee's rage self as a separate person. That Gamzee would never be Karkat's moirail. It was this Gamzee, the one standing before him, who filled that quadrant. So he nodded, not trusting his voice. Gamzee hesitantly sat down next to him. Karkat's eyes wandered to the medical supplies Gamzee was carrying...he blushed as he hadn't seen them through his terror. Karkat knew he needed somewhat serious medical attention, but Gamzee seemed to have been prepared for him to be dying.
"DID YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU WERE YOU DOING?" he asked. Gamzee shook his head.
"I JuSt kNeW YoU WeRe hUrT BaD WhEn i wOkE Up aNd sAw yOuR SiCkLe iN ThE VeNt. ThE MoThErFuCkInG RoPe wAsN'T StRoNg eNoUgH To kEeP Me iN," Gamzee pulled out the necessary items needed to construct a splint "I...ErM, rEmEmBeReD BrEaKiNg yOuR ArM ThOuGh. I'M ReAlLy fUcKiNg sOrRy."
Karkat sighed, "IT'S FINE."
"ReAlLy?" Gamzee cocked his head.
"NO, IT FUCKING HURTS AS THOUGH SOMEONE SURGICALLY REMOVED MY BONE WHILE I WAS AWAKE AND REPLACED IT WITH NEARLY MOLTEN METAL. I JUST DON'T HOLD IT AGAINST YOU. BY THEY WAY...HOW'D YOU GET IN HERE?"
"SoLluX sHoWeD Me hOw tO HaCk tHe sYsTeM."
"FUCK CAPTOR. JUST FIX MY ARM." Gamzee began examining his arm. Karkat refrained from asking whether or not it would be smarter for someone else to take care of it. His moirail would need this to help him get over hurting him.
"KaRbRo, I'M GoNnA HaVe tO SeT ThIs MoThErFuCkInG ArM," Gamzee pointed out. Karkat bit his lip and nodded affirmation. Gamzee grabbed a pair of scissors and carefully cut away the sleeve on Karkat's sweater. He tugged the sleeve, now a tubular strip of cloth, off of Karkat's arm in one sharp movement. Karkat yelped softly, too shocked to feel much of the pain. He watched as Gamzee began to move slowly and gently towards his arm, but as soon as Gamzee touched him, he flinched in pain. That movement caused more pain, therefore causing him to cry out. "DoN'T WaTcH Me. LoOk sOmEwHeRe eLsE." Karkat reluctantly turned his face away, bracing himself for the inevitable. However, when it didn't come for a long while, Karkat frowned.
"GAMZEE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he asked without turning, "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE FIXI-ACK!" Karkat interrupted himself with a short squeak which was placed an octave above where his voice normally was. Then, after a moment of cringing, he groaned, "MAKARA, YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKASS." Karkat felt Gamzee tying something in place on his arm, but he didn't move or open his mouth again. Occasionally, he'd moan weakly before cursing himself in his head for the sound.
"DoNe," Gamzee scooted back a few inches, "iT'S MoThErFuCkInG DoNe." Karkat inspected his arm, now being held in place by a small splint. Thankfully, though the pain was still persistent in its existence, it had started to fade. Gamzee had actually done a decent job with the splint. Karkat looked to Gamzee with exhausted eyes as he grinned weakly. "NoW YoU'Ll nEeD To tAkE YoUr sHiRt oFf," Gamzee spoke casually.
"WHAT?" Karkat's eyes widened, "WE'RE PALE, DUMBASS. I DON'T TAKE MY FUCKING TOP OFF FOR YOU! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THINGS LIKE THAT? IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING HIGH, ISN'T IT? YOU HAVE NO FUCKING BOUNDARIES BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING HIGH!" Realization dawned on him, "WAIT, HOW ARE YOU NOT SOBER RIGHT NOW?"
Gamzee shrugged, "I ThInK I Am mOtHeRfUcKiNg sObEr...wItH A CoNcUsSiOn."
"OH...SORRY, BUT I HAVE TO ADMIT IT'S BETTER THAN YOU GOING AROUND AS A PSYCHOTIC KILLER BENT ON DESTROYING ALL OF US OUT OF A DARK, BLOOD POWERED RAGE."
"ShIrT. oFf. MoThErFuCkIn nOw, BrOtHeR. i nEeD To wRaP ThAt mOtHeRfUcKiNg gAsH."
"FINE," Karkat spat. He started to awkwardly tug at his sweater with one arm. While his right arm still functioned normally as long as he didn't move his shoulder and therefore his upper arm...he really didn't want to risk moving that arm. So, he somehow ended up with his twisted around and pulled over half of his face. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK," he complained. Then he heard Gamzee laughing. He flipped him off, which caused Gamzee to laugh harder.
"HeRe," Gamzee leaned forward with the scissors again, "tHaT ShIrT'S RuInEd aLrEaDy, So mIgHt aS WeLl sLiCe tHe mOtHeRfUcKiNg tHiNg tO ShReDs." Karkat stayed still as Gamzee cut away the rest of the shirt. However, when Gamzee tried to pull off the portion of his former shirt which was on his chest, Karkat lurched forward as the cloth came away with a harsh ripping sound. The shirt was sticky in some places, matted and crusty with dried blood in others. Gamzee frowned at it, giving Karkat a somewhat sheepish glance. Karkat, for once, didn't say anything on the matter. Gamzee grabbed a wash cloth and soaked it in the bathroom sink. He dabbed at the blood around the wound for about five minutes before Karkat sighed.
He pointed out, "YOU CAN APPLY PRESSURE AND ACTUALLY WIPE THE SHIT OFF, YOU KNOW. MY ENTIRE TORSO IS COVERED IN BLOOD WHILE ONE SPOT OVER MY HEART IS THE ONLY PART INJURED."
"AcTuAlLy, I'M PrEtTy sUrE YoU'Re sPeCkLeD WiTh mAsSiVe mOtHeRfUcKiNg bRuIsEs," Gamzee argued.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET THAT DISGUSTING FUCKING CHERRY BLOOD OFF OF MY FUCKING CHEST." Gamzee grinned, finally applying pressure and actually cleaning the wound. He wrapped it, then went to grab Karkat another shirt. Helping him put it on took around half an hour with all the awkwardness, general complaining, cursing, and flailing of limbs.
"OkAy, I ThInK We'vE KePt tHe rEsT Of oUr mOtHeRfUcKiN CrEw iN EnOuGh sUsPeNsE. tHeY'Ll bE ThInKiNg yOu'rE MoThErFuCkInG DeAd aT ThIs pOiNt."
"YEAH, BUT HOW DO WE EXPLAIN THIS TO THEM? IF THEY KNOW, WHICH I'M CERTAIN THEY'VE CORRECTLY ASSUMED WHAT HAPPENED MINUS MY POSSIBLE DEATH, I WON'T BE ABLE TO STOP THEM FROM EXECUTING YOU. THEY'LL JUST WRITE MY OBJECTIONS OFF AS BEING THE RANTINGS OF YOUR MOIRAIL. PLUS, I FEEL LIKE SHIT AND PROBABLY WON'T BE ABLE TO TRICK TEREZI INTO SMELLING MY VIEW," Karkat reasoned.
Gamzee smiled widely, "YoU'Ll tHiNk oF SoMeThInG KaRbRo."
"WELL, FUCK."
Karkat: Confront the others with Gamzee
"just don't say a fucking word. if they ask you anything, just say honk," Karkat whispered. Gamzee nodded vigorously. They rounded the last corner, where the others were still banging away at the door. "WELL I SUPPOSE YOU'RE CONCERN IS TOUCHING, BUT YOU REALLY COULD HAVE TRIED SOMETHING ELSE," Karkat sneered. Everyone, minus Dave, jumped in shock.
"You're Alive," Kanaya smiled in relief, but then scowled at Gamzee, "What Did You Do To Him? What Was That Godawful Screaming? I Swear, If It Was Karkat, I'll Cut You Into More Pieces Than I Did Eridan."
"HoNk," Gamzee...honked.
"IT WAS ME SCREAMING, BUT IT WASN'T HIS FAULT KANAYA," Karkat put in, "I FUCKING FELL, OKAY?"
"what?" Dave laughed, "what is that supposed to mean?"
"IT MEANS I FELL, DUMBASS. ACTUALLY, GAMZEE AND I BOTH FELL, BUT HE WASN'T HURT AS BADLY DUE TO HIS BLOOD COLOR AND DUE TO THE FACT THAT HE FUCKING LANDED ON ME. OKAY, SO MAYBE IT WAS HIS FAULT, BECAUSE I THINK THAT'S WHAT BROKE MY FUCKING ARM. AND I KNOW FOR SURE THAT ONE OF HIS STUPID FUCKING HORNS NEARLY IMPALED ME," Karkat glared at Gamzee before continuing, "AND BY NEARLY IMPALE I MEAN HE FUCKING TORE MY FUCKING CHEST OPEN, BUT HE TOOK CARE OF IT. I INSISTED THAT WE GET SOMEONE MORE QUALIFIED TO SET MY FUCKING ARM, BUT I WAS SEVERELY INJURED WHILE HE HAD A MILD CONCUSSION. I COULD NOT EFFECTIVELY FIGHT HIM OFF."
"HoNk."
"Where did yous fall frm?" Rose asked.
"WE'RE NOT SURE. I PASSED OUT AFTER AN ETERNITY OF SCREAMING IN UNFATHOMABLE AGONY WHICH BURNED ACROSS MY FLESH AFTER I HAD MY FUCKING ARM SHATTERED AND MY CHEST RIPPED OPEN. GAMZEE STAYED AWAKE, BUT HE DOESN'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED SINCE HE'S FUCKING CONCUSSED," Karkat answered.
"OK4Y," Terezi stepped forward, then sniffed at his arm before licking it. Karkat winced. "SORRY," she chirped, then smiled that smile that drove Karkat insane, "YOU SM3LL L1K3 CH3RR13 C4NDY MOR3 SO TH4N NORM4L. 1 H4D TO H4VE 4 T4ST3."
"THAT WOULD BE MY FUCKING BLOOD, TEREZI. I WAS COVERED IN BLOOD, WHICH IS THE MAIN REASON WE TOOK SO LONG. IT'S NICE TO KNOW THAT DESPITE OUR EFFORTS, I SMELL STRONGLY OF MY OWN FUCKING BLOOD," Karkat said irritably.
"so you're fine," Dave stated.
Karkat snorted, "TECHNICALLY, STRIDER, YES. I AM FINE. HOWEVER, WE DON'T SEEM TO HAVE ANY PAIN MEDICATION, SO I'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH MY FUCKING ARM ALWAYS FEELING AS THOUGH SOMEONE BASHED IT IN WITH A CLUB. I'LL ALSO HAVE DIFFICULTY BREATHING AROUND THE AGONY IN MY CHEST."
"maybe it'll make you quieter and therefore more pleasing to the ear," Dave suggested.
"FUCK YOU," Karkat replied, "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS IS GOING TO FUCKING SUCK BULGE."
"HoNk," Gamzee put in.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, MAKARA."
Well, they bought it. Karkat is an amazing actor when he wants to be (in my head canon). All he really has to do is rant and everyone takes his word as law. The story is now complete, but the series is not. Life will continue, Dave and Karkat will have an incident with the broken arm (grins evilly in preparation), Rose will be sober and regret it, dream bubble shenanigans, among other things. Oh, yes, and Gamzee's dark thoughts (evil grin becomes manic). I might add an OC as a separate series. May.
And thus the story concludes.
