~GAMZEE POV~
Months after Y/N's arrest, right after receiving custody of their child...
A knock at my door interrupted my furious masturbation session, putting me in a bit of a bad mood. I head over to the door and angrily open it.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT" I said, my hand still glistening with semen.
There was nobody at the door. Peering down, I noticed a deformed looking grub at the doorstep.
"da fuck is dis?" I said while holding the thing.
Alas, nobody answered my question. I decided 'eh, fuck it' and took it inside. I threw it on the couch and went back to tenderizing my meat. The grub begins screaming in agony, probably because its ugly. I thought it would be a good idea to cover up God's mistakes, and tossed a blanket over the abomination. That didn't solve the problem, as it kept screaming. Maybe it's hungry.
Digging through the trash, I found Chinese take-out from three days ago. I ripped off the blanket and shoved the food in its face. The thing begins eating it, I think. Feeling proud of myself for my wicked parenting skillz, I started going back to my masturbation station. Just as I was about to whip it out, I felt something wet and chunky spit at me from a few feet away. My head does a 360 degree turn as I find the culprit. I immediately stood up, grabbed the empty bottle of Faygo next to me and smacked that lil fucker. Its screaming intensified. In that moment, I realized. The grub doesn't have a lusus. I put down the bottle and picked up the thing. Looking somewhere, anywhere, for a possible lusus. I remembered. The neighbors have one. I bolted out the door and climbed over the fence into the backyard, with the thing still in my hands. I saw the lusus. Throwing the grub at the dog, I retreated back home. I heard laughs, screams, and cries for nights at a time. Eventually the neighbors left it at my doorstep again with an angry letter. I can't read. I just picked up the grub and took the responsibility of being its lusus. I give it protein from my man milk. I give it warmth from its dope swagalicious clothing. I give it shelter in the cardboard box outside. This thing... I think I'll name them...
Xtra Kromosome.
[5 years later]
Things were going smoothly. I just gave Xtra Kromosome a dope haircut, spider legs style. I even sat them down and taught them about the way the world works.
"Fuckin' Magnets, how do they work?" I rhetorically asked.
"So magnets are made by putting a magnetic object under a magnetic field, this makes all the domains spin in the same direct-"
I stopped them.
"Fuckin' Magnets, how do they work?" I repeated in a more angered tone.
Xtra Kromosome refused to reply and starts shaking. I slapped them across their face and yelled "MOTHER FUCKING MIRACLES YOU FUCKING BIGOT". They start crying and begging me to stop hurting them, what a fucking pussy.
"PLEASE DADDY, JUST LET ME BE LIKE A NORMAL KID, I DON'T WANT TO WEAR FACE PAINT AND DRINK FAYGO. MY PEE IS THE COLOR OF RED POP. I WANNA GO TO SCHOOL LIKE THE OTHER KIDS. I DON'T WANNA LEARN ABOUT THE DARK CARNIVAL! PLEASE DADDY!" they bitched.
"IF YOURE GONNA DISS THE WICKED CLOWNS, YOURE NOT HAVING DINNER FOR 3 WEEKS" I hissed.
"Dad, I'm still grounded from dinner from last time" they whined.
"Well, no lunch either" I said.
Hearing a ring at the door, I instantly knew who it was. I told Xtra Kromosome to fuck off and study the Dark Carnival. They will be quizzed on this. I answered the door and greeted the prostitute:
"hey babe"
"You wanna have a fun time sweetie?" she asked seductively.
"ya" I replied.
~Xtra Kromosome POV~
Wiping away my tears, I sat at the edge of my bed. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw a crusty old man comforting me. I began backing away, afraid of the stranger. These kinds of people were in my room all the time. They must be Daddy's friends or something.
"It's okay, baby." The old guy said softly.
He smelled like weed and smoke. I felt extremely uncomfortable and just got on the computer instead.
I joined my only friends, the pretty ladies on my screen. My favorite was Naomi, the one with the large chest and pretty eyes. Smiling tiredly at my friends, I played some Minecraft while they watched. I even recorded some of it and put it on my YouTube channel. The old guy just kind of sat there, saying random stuff to me while I played. Oh man, my 8 subscribers will love this.
[Days passed]
~gamzees POV~
QUIZ DAY
I hand Xtra Kromosome their test and ask them to review the answers.
q. wats the nxt part 2 ths song:we will nvr die alone
a. We will carry on and on.
q. wats ths nxt part 2 ths song:mask murder makes me happy deady bodys make me happy
a. Say what you will of me, ill always have juggalo family.
q. wats the nxt part of this song: chip chip evry body evry body run
a. Murdering, murdering, murdering fun swing, swing, swing, chop, chop, chop.
q. wats the nxt part 2 ths song:what bout wen the carnival comes 2 your town
a. Im gonna be down with the clown.
? wen was icp formed
a. 1990.
Every one of them were right. There's only one way this could happen.
That dirty fucker cheated.
I slapped them across the back of their head and told them that they cheated and were getting a zero on their assignment. I forced them to take a different one, and they did, making an almost perfect score. As a reward for their good score and non-cheating ways, I allow them their white privileges once more, along with dinner.I leave the ingredients for their meal with Xtra Kromosome and leave to go get... 'milk'.
~Xtra Kromosome's POV~
After Daddy left to get the milk I examined my dinner. Faygo, chips, and... an empty bag. There's still some green residue. I fix myself some dinner, Faygo mixed with crushed chips, Daddy's recipe. While eating my dinner, I come to the realization that since Daddy isn't home, I can make more videos than ever before. Maybe even do a face reveal?
[Two weeks later]
I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten in days.
I've been digging through the trash looking for something edible, but I think I already ate everything, so I've been gnawing at my sixth finger. I dont need it anyways. I've eaten a chunk of the flesh but I need more; I'm still hungry.
I hear the door swing open violently.
I'm scared.
A figure is in the doorway.
Cowering in fear, they step closer and I see who it is.
Daddy's home.
"d-da-daddy?" I shuddered. I see daddy standing over me, he looks tired. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and it looks greasy. His eyes have a red tint to them, and he seems angry.
"GET DRESSED WE'RE LEAVING" He shouted.
"w-w-why?" I asked.
"DO I NEED TO MOTHERFUCKING REPEAT MYSELF" He screeched.
I quickly ran into my room and got dressed. I came out with the only clean shirt I had left. It was a black T-shirt printed "I'm a juggalo, not a gang member" with the hatchet man on the back. Daddy gave me all of his T-shirts because he doesn't like clothes.
"ALRIGHT NOW STAY STILL I GOTTA PAINT YOUR FACE YOU STALE FUCK" Daddy ordered.
"Daddy, do I have to?"
He didn't say anything and continued to paint me up. It burned my nose and he got some in my eyes.
Once he was finished he dragged me to his car and shoved me inside. The ride took a long time, I didn't know where we were going. Whenever I tried to talk to Daddy about it, he would turn up his music louder.
"um dad?"
"its daddy..." Daddy corrected me.
"yeah um daddy?"
"yes?" Daddy repied.
"what was mom like?" I asked.
He takes a long pause before answering, staring blankly at the stretch of road ahead of him.
"uh-" I was cut off.
"SHE WAS A MOTHERFUCKING CUNT" Daddy yelled.
"w-why?" I asked, confused about what he said.
"don't worry about it, i wont go into that now. youre lucky to have me." He said sternly.
"so lucky, in fact, I got a new tattoo with your name on it (littery! XD)" Daddy pulled off his shirt to reveal the tattoo he was talking about. It was located under his crusty, hairy chest, it was my name scrawled across his beer gut in cursive writing.
"yall like et" Daddy asked.
"um y-yeah" I lied.
Daddy turned to me quickly with rage in his eyes.
"i waysted fifteen bucks 4 dis tat nd u com 2 me n u tell me it aint gud? u sayin what i think youse saying cuz that's fucked up"
"coulda spent thos dollas on a joint" Daddy said?
"w-what?" I couldn't understand him.
"whUT IM SAYIN IS U A BITCH"
"LICK MY NIPPLES BOI" Daddy screamed at me.
I reluctantly moved towards his hairy chest, afraid of what might happen if I didn't. I stuck out my tongue and grazed the skin of his large nipples. They were wet with milk. The taste is hard to describe. Try to imagine a bologna sandwich someone shoved up their anus and ripped out, leaving it caked with shit. And then try to imagine that very sandwich after sitting on the road for three days. That is the taste. The taste of my fathers nipples. As the taste hit me, I immediately recoiled. Daddy turned to me and began speaking in soft, yet scary tone:
"whats wrong, child?"
"don't you want some protein?" Daddy asked.
"n-no thanks, i-it doesn't taste that good. I'm sorry." I replied.
"but protein is good for you."
"why don't you try some of my protein?"
"no, i don't want any of your protein." I said.
"no, it's not protein, it's protein." Daddy corrected me.
"now be a good child and have some protein."
Being too scared to go against Daddy's wishes, I hesitantly sucked on his teat, tears streaming down my face. Almost immediately, I was shot in the face by his man milk. I swallowed the milk, more tears welling up inside of me. Daddy moaned in pleasure, but then realized that I had stopped.
"what's the matter? is my protein insufficient?" he asked.
"no no it's great" I lied.
"then why did you stop" Daddy asked.
I slowly went back to sucking his nipple, pain etched into my face. We must have hit a speed bump or something, because I ended up biting it a bit.
"hEY WATCH IT BITCH"
"IM SENSITIVE THERE" He screeched, swerving off the road.
A few hours later, we finally made it.
