It's All Fun At the Carnival
"The Dancing Fools"
Dave was grateful he was at LEAST put on music detail again, even if everything Gamzee set out on the 'approved' list WAS the weirdo shit he listened to. Seriously, half this stuff didn't even make sense! It was just random scratchy music with no lyrics. And if it wasn't that, it was some stuff only an epileptic monkey could dance to. But he put on the music and tried not to complain.
Gamzee kicked back on a large black throne on a pedestal that had probably been alchemized earlier, looking over everything with a manic grin on his face. "I wanna see some motherfuckin' dancing goin' on!" he called out. "Everybody motherfuckin' DANCE for me!"
Most everyone looked at each other in awkward confusion. This particular track wasn't exactly something one COULD dance to… The delay had Gamzee growling loud enough to be heard over the music.
"I SAID, EVERYBODY MOTHERFUCKIN' DANCE!"
Mostly out of panic—but with some small measure of cruelty—Vriska shoved Jake out of the tight-knit group and onto the dance space in front of Gamzee's pedestal. Jake yelped, almost falling down, but he managed to right himself, almost shaking when he looked up to see Gamzee staring down at him expectantly.
"You gonna be the first t' motherfuckin' dance for me, Hopeful brother?" Gamzee asked, looking amused as he leaned his head on one hand. "Go on then. Dance for this motherfucker. Let's see you do a GOOD motherfuckin' job."
Jake bit back a whimper, feeling twice as idiotic and foolish having to dance in front of everybody, and in his God Tier outfit. All this time had YET to get him used to the speedo look. But right now, his fear of ticking Gamzee off overrode his discomfort, and he started trying to find some semblance of a beat to dance to.
Oh, how STUPID he must look right now. He could even hear Vriska giggling back in the group. Spider-faced harpy! He'd show her how well Jake English could dance, by golly!
Jake picked up the pace a little, swinging his hips side-to-side, making Dirk snort soda out of his nose.
"Whoo! Go Jake, rock that shit!" Terezi called out, not even really seeing what he was doing but figuring whatever he WAS doing to make Dirk snort soda was good enough to warrant some encouragement.
Jake's face was red, but he figured if Gamzee wasn't complaining, his pride was worth the price of not having something broken by the juggalo's displeasure.
Gamzee was honestly impressed Jake had taken to dancing. Little fucker was getting into it too. Plus, he figured he'd cut the Page some slack, considering how much bullying the spider-bitch gave him. "Nice job, motherfucker," he said, flicking his eyes to the group. "WHY THE FUCK AINT Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKIN' DANCING!? DANCE, MOTHERFUCKERS!"
Jake suddenly didn't feel the fool anymore when everyone else started dancing too. He shot Vriska a middle finger with a 'sit and swivel' look, sticking close to Gamzee's pedestal to keep her from coming too close to him.
GOG, this was humiliating, Vriska thought, doing the bare minimum with dancing. At least she wasn't as idiotic-looking as Jake, who was dancing close to Gamzee with a superior look on his face. FIRST chance she got, his face was going in the punch bowl!
Karkat was doing more foot-shuffling than dancing, praying this day would be OVER already. He was looking around, making mental note of escape routes and hiding places, his eyes settling on Gamzee up on that throne, watching them all like some king watching his fools dance. Standing next to him was John, smiling at everything like some demented cultist second-in-command.
….oh GOG. What if that's EXACTLY what this was? What if this WAS some Subjugglator initiation shit?! WHAT IF GAMZEE GOT TO JOHN AND CONVERTED HIM TO WHATEVERTHEFUCK HE CALLED HIS GOGDAMN RELIGION!? OH GOG OH FUCK OH JEGUS—
"Hi Karkat!"
Karkat TOTALLY didn't just shriek, looking up and seeing John standing next to him. When the fuck did he even MOVE!? "….hi," Karkat replied, incredibly uncomfortable right now. "…is…there any REAL reason for…ALL this?" he asked, gesturing around. John tipped his head to the side, looking curiously.
"…Of course there is," he replied, smiling in that really unnerving way. "It's Gamzee's special day. It can be a special day for EVERYONE." He reached over, holding Karkat's shoulders in his hands. "Just open up to the possibilities, brother. It'll be ALL you hoped it would be."
Karkat felt the blood drain from his face, but couldn't find any words to convey the absolute terror he was experiencing right now. John just smiled and gave his shoulders a pat before heading off to mingle around doing some weird spinny-dance moves as he did so.
Dave slipped up, nudging Karkat's shoulder. "….Hey, are you alright?" he asked, seeing the expression on Karkat's face.
"…..Dave….." Karkat's voice was almost a squeak. "….we have to get the fuck out of here."
Before Dave could reply, Gamzee stood up.
"ENOUGH MOTHERFUCKING DANCING!" he shouted, making everyone jump. "Ya'll aint gettin' into it at ALL, motherfuckers! So we're gonna make it motherfuckin' INTERESTING." He grinned, holding up a CD.
"We're gonna hold a little motherfuckin' dance contest, my brothers an' sisters. Th' motherfuckin' winner gets a VERY special prize at th' end of th' party. An' trust me, it's a motherfuckin' prize ALL you motherfuckers are gonna want." He handed the CD to John, who headed over to the stereo and slipped it in.
Dave's musical ear immediately coined this in as 'Psychedelic Acid Trance', the kind of shit that made you trip out even completely sober if you listened to it long enough. Really popular at raves…not that he would ever admit to going to one. *shifty side glance*
Gamzee sat back down. "One by one, motherfuckers, ya'll get five minutes to impress this motherfucker. Who's first?"
Cue the revenge. Jake subtly shoved Vriska forward with a foot to the ass before ducking behind Terezi. Vriska growled at the crowd behind her, vowing Revengex8 before dancing awkwardly to the beat the music had. GUH, this shut was giving her a migraine, and she SWORE she was starting to see colors that weren't there…
Gamzee stopped her two minutes in. "You're motherfuckin' OUT, spider-sister," he growled. "C'mon, this motherfucker wants some motherfuckin' ENTERTAINMENT!" He slammed his fist down on the arm of the throne. "ENTERTAIN THIS MOTHERFUCKER!"
"Man, I've seen less drama from 16-year-old rich white girls on their birthdays..." Dave muttered, watching Jane go up to try her hand at it.
One by one, everyone took their turns, the dance moves getting wilder and risqué as time went on, which everyone attributed to the music's effects. Terezi especially, who was tripping out on 'all the air-colors' and trying to lick at the air. Jake was in the zone again, having apparently won Gamzee's contest by bringing a red-faced Dirk into it, though Dirk was much less enthusiastic about it.
"Now THIS is a motherfucker who knows how to make a motherfuckin' PARTY go right!" Gamzee laughed, watching Jake half-tango, half-grind with Dirk, who looked torn between arousal and absolute humiliation by this point, which was only peaked when Dave dipped him down almost to the floor. "PRIZE TO TH' YELLOW BROTHER!"
John clapped, glad his face paint was hiding his blushing at seeing his alternate-ectobiological father so….RAUNCHY with alternate-Bro. It was still pretty impressive to see the much-shorter Jake take the lead.
Dirk stood up straight, stepping back from Jake, SO glad his God Tier pants were poofy.
Gamzee walked over and picked Jake up over his head, making the Page yelp and flail. "THIS IS A MOTHERFUCKER WHO KNOWS HOW TO MOTHERFUCKIN' PARTY!" He held Jake eye-level like someone would hold up a cat. "You're motherfuckin' ripe for th' motherfuckin' pick, yellow brother." He set Jake down.
Jake numbly walked over to the couch and sat down, wondering just what the shit THAT meant, only to cringe away when Vriska flopped onto the couch next to him, slinging her arm around his shoulders.
"Jaaaaaaaake, you didn't tell me you could dance like THAT," she purred, smirking, her eyes practically in Spades. "Looks like I found myself someone who knows how to use his hips…"
Jake was thankfully saved by Dirk, who grabbed his hand and gave Vriska a look that could melt iron. "Go take a cold shower, Spadeslut," he growled, dragging a very thankful Jake off.
John was almost giddy, whispering softly so only Gamzee could hear. "This is going GREAT!" he said. Gamzee nodded, grinning.
"Sure 'nuff is, motherfucker," he replied. "I think it's time we up th' motherfuckin' ante a little."
"Showtime?"
"Showtime."