BE GAMZEE ==
HoNk :O)
BE EREM ==
You wake up to insufferable cranial pain and restricted movement. You crack your mouth open for a small groan, but find that half of your lips are somewhat sealed by coagulated blood. From the feel of things, three quarters of your face and some of your hair are caked with blood. Did I mention the tremendous amount of skull excruciation you're in right now? Just in case you forgot, a new wave of OW floods your head, pounding with every beat of your heart pumping blood. You don't think you're bleeding anymore thanks to the giant scab you feel like your head has become. You lift one hand to instinctively touch your damage, but some sort of steel band has you trapped against…something breathing? And warm. And you're on a bed. And really what in the name of all fucks is happening.
You still can't see, and all you remember is some vague concept of you being bludgeoned into unconsciousness no doubt by Gamzee and his jokerkind. You can honestly say you're not surprised. He is hands down your favorite character in the comic, but in reality as a manic creature bent on the oppression of the lesser, your fondness of him drops dramatically. You have to escape your bondage somehow and get the fuck out of here record time. Your upper arms are both pinned by the band, but you can move everything from the elbow down. It's when you lift your hands to feebly struggle against the band, and when the band closes tighter in what appears to be a cuddling motion that you realize that the band isn't some strange troll-material restraining belt. It's an arm. And it just pulled you in closer against the someone it belongs to.
You hear a sleepy murmur and shudder with horror as a face nestles closer to the top of your head. You just had the worst break up in all of time-space paradox history and you are in absolutely no mood to rebound, especially when it feels like goblins are running around inside your head beating the insides of your skull joyfully with little clubs. You twist bodily around, giving yourself a grade F in a pitiful effort to get away. Whoever this is, they're too damn strong, and you are at the moment very weak. And very tired. In fact, your eyes are slowly beginning to close. The warmth and rhythmic breathing of the body next to you is comfortable, somewhat relieving the pain in your head. You're starting to get sleepy. Verrryyy sleeeppyyyyy…