A/N: I do apologize for the lack of updates, my laptop charger broke. But I got a new one and hopefully we'll return to daily updates.
His hand was grasped around a hammer. It's so fucking colorful, like a rainbows of colors to represent every flavor of Faygo he could imagine. It's a work of beauty, and he was fortunate to find it in a chest he stumbled upon.
No sooner did he held this precious, powerful weapon he stowed it away in his JOKERKIND strife specibus. Gamzee knew it's a special weapon, and he knew he should save it for something special. Already had he develop a plan in his mind, and he was smiling rather wickedly at the thought of it.
Sure, he was sore all over… Specifically in the place where Kanaya Maryam had kicked him and sent him flying over a cliff. How he managed to have survive the fall with only an aching back will be a mystery to him.
Cracking his knuckles with anticipation, he set off to seek for the others.
Along the way, he found the bodies of his fallen friend: Tavros Nitram. Gamzee stared at the body of his best friend. The one who understood him…
When he first discovered the body of Tavros -broken, cold, and oh my god WHY IS HE BLEEDING SO MUCH- of course Gamzee would be thrown into a huge fit of anger, then remorse.
This innocent troll, this troll who's been through so much. If being thrown off a cliff, crippled, and then eventually have his leg sawed off right in front of Gamzee's very eyes didn't seem to wipe off that beautiful smile off his face for long, then what will? Gamzee admired Tavros, the troll who's spirit didn't seem to break or even crack.
Even when he found the dead body, Tavros's face wasn't pulled into frown or a pained look. Really, it was more of a surprised look, as if Tavros wasn't expecting his death to come so quickly.
Gamzee already knew who killed Tavros. It was Vriska Serket, of course. He just knew that it was her.
That troll, the one who had Tavros wrapped around her finger.
That troll, who caused the death and grievance of many trolls with her devious mind. He knew she could even do it by accident.
And it was a moments like this where he wanted to snap her head off of her shoulders. Maybe it was the fact that he always seemed to hide from her for a couple of sweeps and he was finally fed up. Maybe it was the fact that she killed this beautiful soul, who's lifeless body was in his arms and pressed to his chest as he chocked back tears.
Or maybe it was the fact that he was downright crazy now, bloodthirsty even. He had his taste of killing trolls a little more than an hour ago, and frankly something sparked inside him.
Was it hidden feelings he forced back with soper pies? Or was it natural instincts, sick in every ways?
Gamzee wasn't sure what the answer was, but looking down at Tavros's dead body he couldn't help but feel some sort of pleasure. To see his blood dripping out of the hole in his chest - the hole Gamzee made when he pulled the lance out of the troll's body before captchaloguing it - and drenching his black shirt, it made Gamzee happy for some reason. He even felt disappointed that he wasn't the one who killed his troll, even if it was Tavros.
Oh wouldn't it be so wonderful, to just sit here and marvel at this work of art.
But he knew he couldn't. Gamzee knew he needed food and nutrition to keep himself alive. He needed to move, to keep himself strong. To keep him alive enough to find more of this art. Still, he knew that he couldn't simply drag a dead body with him.
A humored smile that pulled at his lips, making some dry indigo blood flake off of his skin, Gamzee tilted Tavros's head back to expose his neck.
And he tore at it with his sharp teeth, cutting through flesh, muscles, and veins until he fully decapitated the dead troll.
He held the precious treasure between his hands, staring at Tavros's eyes. Gamzee had the sense to kiss it, to try and bring life into Tavros, but he knew it was a ridiculous idea.
How can you bring back the life of a troll you just beheaded?