Gamzee awoken a few hours later to find that it was night. Dè ja vu hit him like a wave as he recalled the time in prison when this exact thing happened. He was back in his cell, thank God. But his head still hurt like hell, and he decided rest would be nice, although it was hard getting to sleep with the constant screaming and laughing of his fellow inmates. Sadly, he was starting to get used to it. He lay down on his miserable excuse for a bed and shut his eyes, just barely beginning to drift off.

Wow, you almost had them put you in the fourth level. Congratulations. Gamzee decided this time, he would ignore the voice. All it did was cause trouble. It worked for a few minutes until it spoke up again.

Hey! I'm talking to you! I know you're not completely asleep yet, you can't fool me! Heeeellllooo? Answer me you asshat juggalo trash!

For the love of motherfucking Messiahs, what the fuck do you want?! Gamzee answered, not being able to take it anymore.

Were you not just listening to me? I told you how-

Yeah I was listening. I don't care anymore. And suddenly, the voice just vanished. Gamzee was confused. Grateful, but confused. So, if all he did was say he didn't care, it'd stop bothering him? He got excited for a little bit, until he realized it'd probably come back eventually. But for now, it was time to enjoy sweet, sweet restful sleep...

God. Fucking. Dammit.

Am I ever gonna get any motherfuckin' sleep?...

Gamzee groaned and woke up for what seemed like the millionth time that night, but this time it was for a different reason. A voice of what appeared to be a young woman came from out of the hallway, making all the other inmates stir. She was begging to be set free, and claiming that she wasn't insane. Then, the voice on the outside suddenly changed. It was now an evil sounding young man's voice, telling the guards he'd kill them all. However, his sentences were choppy and ended abruptly in awkward places.

This is pretty much how. He talked. Awkward right? Gamzee sure thought so. Suddenly, the voice turned back into the girl's, now crying and pleading to be let free. He almost felt bad for her. Or him. Whatever it was. The guard told her/him to calm down as he threw her/him in the cell next to Gamzee's, the cell that used to belong to that big creepy guy with the rainbow trim jacket. There were muffled sobs as the door closed behind the guards. Just as the foot steps began to get more silent, Gmazee discovered a vent that he hadn't noticed before in his room. This vent connected straight to the new inmate's room. She/he was still sobbing.

Maybe, I could calm the motherfucker down...?

He crawled to the vent on all fours and put his mouth to it.

"Hey motherfucker, are you ok? You sound really scared. Just let me know if you all up in need someone to calm you down, ok?" Gamzee said quietly. He was about to start crawling back to bed when a small voice emitted from the vent. He quickly crawled back.

"Didn't quite catch that motherfucker." he said after a few seconds of waiting.

"Um, I said that I would appreciate your help. W-what's your name?" asked the girl.

"Gamzee Makara." he answered with a grin on his face. Maybe she wouldn't be so-

"Well fuck off Gamzee. I don't need. Your stupid counseling. I'll kill all of you. I swear." It was the boy voice this time.

Damn... This person has a real bad identity crisis on their motherfuckin' hands... and it's really hard to all up and take the boy seriously. he thought. He honestly didn't know what to do with the boy side. There was just no point in communicating with him if he wouldn't listen. But suddenly the voice turned back into the girl's.

"Terribly sorry Gamzee, that was my other side talking. His name is Caliborn. My name is Calliope." she said sweetly. Gamzee responded.

"It's ok sis. I have another nasty side too. Maybe we could both try and help each other get better." he said.

"That would be wonderful! Now if you don't mind, I really want to get some sleep. I'll talk to you in the morning. Or, hopefully I'll be the one talking, and not Caliborn." she said. Gamzee bid her a good night and got to sleep himself. He dreamt of Tavros and the life they'd live after he got out of here. He couldn't wait to be done with this whole situation.