I'm not dead! There's just a lot of exams I have to attend, so I can't write that much. However, sometimes I get some time to write in-between. Here's chapter 7 of Fear of Clowns. Things begin to get heated!

On with it!

You can't decide if you are falling or floating. Maybe you are doing both. You are in the dark but familiar darkness from your dream earlier this morning. Your clothes begin to wave a little, like there's a breeze somewhere. However, you feel nothing. You are now floating downwards. Your feet gently land on the invisible floor. You almost expect to hear the haunting cries of a little purple sausage this time, but you can only hear laughter. You follow it, but you still don't trust whatever creature there might be hiding somewhere in here. The laughter turns up in volume as you come closer. There he is. The little purple sausage from your last dream. He's not sad this time. Actually there's someone else with him. It's another sausage with legs. It's insect skin is a light brown color and also has a little tuft of black hair on it's head. Two candy corn horns stand proudly on the sides of it's head. They look like bull horns. Wow are those two cute or what. They are having some sort of conversation. It's sounds more like a lot of chirps, clicks and hisses than a normal conversation. They are clearly having a good time. They are finally noticing your presence. The purple one hastily crawls over to you, giving you a happy welcome chirp. His claws clack against the floor and the sound echoes gently around. You sit down so he can crawl into your lap. You look over at the brown one. He's frozen to the place and he just stares. His little brown orbs are focused on you and you alone. The purple bug-larvae thing chirps at his little friend, but when he doesn't react, he gives a loud honk. It startles the brown larvae and he begins to back away. The purple one huffs.

"Rrrriiirrr rpprr riipppp pprruu ii iprui cssc-ome on come on!" He says.

You're stunned. Did you just understand what it said? You continue to listen. The brown larvae yells at the purple one:

"Get away from him Gamz! He's not one of us! He's dangerous!"

Before he can say more, a white creature flies down from the darkness and grabs the brown thing and flies away with it. The white creature fairy? Says something but it doesn't say it to the larvae. He's talking to you. His voice is inside your head. It's surprisingly soothing and calm.

"Son, I've always said to you to keep away from those pesky highbloods. They are too capricious to be near."

The voice is familiar. You are 100% sure that you have heard it somewhere before. It's something from your childhood memories. No, before that. A period in your life that no normal human were expected to remember. From when you were...

You wake up with a thumping pain in your head. Everything is a blur. The only thing you can hear are muffled, quieted voices. One of them becomes more clear as they approach:

"Hey girls! He's awake!" A very familiar voice exclaims.

Oh yeah. She's that traitorous friend of yours. Great.

You blink a few times and you see a sneering face right before you. Vriska's grin grows bigger for every time you see her, you think.

"Where am I?" you groggily ask her.

"In your apartment you pathetic idiot!" She almost yells at you. Vriska had a tendency to call you degrading names at times. It really annoyed you. She reach out her hand for you to take. You do so and she pulls you up with her incredible girl-strength. You place a hand on the side of your head. You had stood up too fast and now you were dizzy as fuck. You almost fall again, but two pair of hands grab you from both sides. One is Vriska, but who is the other one? You look at her. Dark, short hair, feminine face and body and a pair of beautiful emerald eyes. You had never seen her before. Her emerald and flush lips part as she speaks to you:

"I believe that I haven't introduced me yet. I am Kanaya Maryam and I am a fellow patient of Rose Lalonde."

A fellow patient?

"Aaaaaaaand she's MY girlfriend, so no flirting with her Nitram!" Vriska says proudly while clenching the fist around your arm.

"I wouldn't say that we were girlfriends yet, but Vriska and I are in fact dating." Kanaya says to you in a tone that frighteningly resembled Rose's.

You groan. The headache was getting worse. The girls move you over to the couch and make you sit down. Kanaya hands you an aspirin and a glass of water. You down both things and lean back, trying to remember what happened. Your memory seems to be too fogged at the moment, like your head is filled to the brim with cotton.

"What happened exactly?" You look at the ladies before you.

"We kinda just barged in, the lock was easy to pick anyways." Vriska says. "We heard some mysterious growling from the other side of the door." Kanaya adds. "We thought you were keeping pets."

"And then that freak was laying on top of you. I was totally sure you two were going to fuc-OW!" Kanaya nudged Vriska with her arm, clearly not wanting that language in her presence.

"You were really out of yourself. Did he drug you?" Kanaya worriedly ask.

You really can't remember. Your memory has never been this bad. You feel a little ill actually. What had really happened?

"I case you wanna know, Rose and the weirdo are in the bathroom. He was really out of it afterwards."

You had to see him. You had to see him and get an explanation. You stand up, your headache not bothering you that much anymore. You stomp all the way to the bathroom door. Vriska and Kanaya just watch you, apparently too observant to say anything. You open the door a little too harsh and you meet the back of your therapist. She turns to you and gives you a little smile:

"Oh Tavros, you are awake-"

"I have to talk to him." You interrupt her quickly.

You look past her. He is sitting in your fucking bathtub. There's no water in it though. You walk over to it. He is sitting in a foetal position and talking nonsense to himself. From time to time he moves in little ticks. You place your hands on the edge of the tub and speak low:

"Gamzee...What's wrong?" You say. You suddenly realize the stupidness of your question. Everything could be wrong. He just kinda attacked you right?

He turns his head and looks you in the eyes. The whole eye is changing between deep purple and light purple. There is no sclera, iris or pupil. Just purple. It's quite a hypnotizing look.

"I hurt tav." He mumbles. It looks like he doesn't even know that you are here with him.

The room suddenly turns white and hazy like someone has just taken a bath. Rose is not here anymore. Nothing is here. It's only him and you. He's still sitting in tub. There's something in it now. You focus your eyes and try to look through the fog. Yes, you can see it now. It's...it's. Holy shit is that blood?!

The deep crimson liquid is in perfect contrast with Gamzee's skin. The red moves gently like satin against Gamzee's slender arm's and legs and again at his hips. You can feel your cheeks turning warm, despite the gore of the scene before you. Your shirt is sticking to your skin. Gamzee smiles and flash those sharp teeth. He moves his hand from beside yours to your shoulder. He pulls himself up to your level. He plants his mouth by your collarbone. His tongue, that purple tentacle, slips out and slides slowly along the bone, up your throat and to your ear. His breath touch the sensitive skin of your ear before he talks:

"I lUsT fOr YoUr FeElInGs BrOtHeR. ScArEd Or FiLled WiTh NeEd, DoEsN't MaTtEr. YoUrS aRe ThE bEsT i'Ve EvEr TaStEd. SoOoOoO dElIcIoUs moThErFuCkEr."

He gives your ear a little lick before he nips on it. He begins to gnaw and suck on it. You begin panting. Oh god not again. This is wrong. You shouldn't feel like this when he does that. But hell does it feel good. You never had a person to do this to you. You had actually never had a real sexual experience before. You don't think that pleasuring yourself counts. Not that you do that often either. No matter how much you want to stop this, you can't do it. Your body knows what it want's. Your breath is uneven, forehead damp, cheeks red and that little shit you call your dick is beginning to move down there. You can't take this.

"S-shit Gamzee. Oh god. I can't-"

"Tavros, you okay?"

You are literally ripped out of your erotic fantasy. A fucking fantasy. Rose sounds worried. You beg to all the gods in existence that she didn't hear what you just said. Gamzee quits the stare and moves his head down again.

Your name is Tavros Nitram and you are currently sitting on your bed. It's already dark outside. The girls have left. Despite Rose's expertise with other people, she still couldn't bring Gamzee back to his senses. He probably still in the tub and saying god knows what to himself. You just can't sit here. You stand up, goes into you fused kitchen-living room area to gather some stuff and walk over to the bathroom door. You knock three times before entering. He is still sitting there. He must be cold. That's why you brought a blanket. It's quite a fluffy one you must admit. Perfect for cold winter nights, or nights where you've been having horrible nightmares about your accident. You walk over to him and wraps the blanket around his shoulders. You give him a few claps on his arms before you place your hand firmly on his shoulder.

"Gamzee? U-um. Are you thirsty? Do you want something to drink? I brought a glass of milk." You ask him.

He doesn't answer. He doesn't even acknowledge your presence. Lucky that you got a spoon with you. You take the glass of milk, climb into the tub and sit in front of Gamzee. You bring your hand to his chin and lift his head up. His eyes are unfocused and still.

"He looks like a puppet." You think.

The spoon, now filled with milk, is placed on Gamzee's bottom lip. Gamzee give a loud, startled sniff, his tongue slits out and reach for the warm substance. When he has tasted it he finally let's the spoon enter his mouth. He get's a good taste of it before swallowing it slowly. He looks so surreal, and so unnatural like this. With his grey skin and horns and everything. A skin and lips is tinted a faint purple. Is that how his kind blush?

Now you are suddenly thinking of him as a different being. Is he a monster, an alien or a mutated human kid? You really don't know. You aren't an expert in biology (or in alienology? Monsterology?)

He can't be a mutated kid. His whole body is different from yours. You don't think that a little mutated gene can have such a big effect. The monster part isn't really believable either. He COULD be an alien. No other being like him has been mentioned in the news or newspapers. A new race of animal can't exist with only one individual in existence. Unless his race can reproduce alone. No, you know what? Forget everything mentioned above. This guy can only be a fucking alien. But how did he get here? Ugh it's too late for this shit. You help drink the rest of the milk and you climb out the tub when you two are done. You look back at him. You wish that you could do something, anything to turn him back to the real Gamzee. Later you are in your bed again, your eyelids drooping from time to time. Before you really fall asleep a final thought enters your head:

If there just was something, SOMETHING you could do to help him. No, both of you, so you didn't have to fear anything anymore and him just as.

But when did you begin to care about clowns?

You can hear something moving in the bathroom. You finally fall asleep and you are brought into a world filled with laughter and good memories of an old friend.