How to write Gamzee:

-Go to Itunes

-Find Colors and Mayhem

-Play Purple Bard on repeat

-Start Writing

Your name is Gamzee Makara, and you are leaving the base where you've spent the past five months. You've got some people you need to meet, and a best motherfucking friend/guy you are completely flushed for, to save.

It's been a long month of agony for you, as you felt the sopor slime that kept you contained draining from your body, and you slipped closer to insanity. Each time you used the load gaper, each time you woke up in the middle of the night heaving blood and bile, each time you dug your claws into your skin so deep they came away drenched in purple, you felt yourself slip a little more.

You don't know if that's how it really works, but it's how you perceived it, so it's motherfucking gospel as far as you're concerned. The miracles you used to believe in are nothing compared to the gospel of pain.

You are Gamzee Makara, and last night your friends abandoned you to the whims of humans. They ran away, and left you behind to rot with Tavros. You don't think that was very motherfucking cool of them.

Even more uncool is the torture though. Since they dragged Tavros away the humans have busied themselves beating you to a pulp. At first you tried to fight back, managing to stick your horns into one of them, but then they told you "try that again and we'll kill your friend." You've not been fighting back since then.

Instead you sit strapped to a chair, as they continue to beat you. It's not enough to do permanent damage, but damned if it doesn't hurt. And when you feel so weary that you want to pass out they stick drugs in you. Not the good kind though. All these drugs do is keep you awake, so that you can't even sleep the pain away, and you really wish you had some sopor to take the edge off of your mind, and all of this feeling.

You are Gamzee Makara, and you are following your best motherfucking friends to a shuttle. Karkat is ushering everyone along, and while he looks pretty motherfuckin' worried, he's also looking pretty relieved. He's taking you all away from Alternia, or as he calls it: "The biggest fucking shithole of a planet in the goddamn universe." You don't think your home is that bad, but Karbro has always been smarter than you, so you suppose there must be a reason to leave. Besides, it wouldn't be right to abandon your best motherfucking friend in his time of need. Even if his blood is complete fucking garbage.

You are Gamzee Makara, and you are being dragged to a cell in chains. Unlike the room they kept you in before though, this one is small and cold and empty. The humans throw you to the ground and laugh. One of them spits on you. You think you'd like to tear his lips off. Though that seems like a bit of a motherfucking overreaction.

Two hours ago your friends ran away through the hole in the wall, and left you and Tavros to fend for yourselves. At first you though Equius would come for you like he's motherfucking supposed to, but it doesn't seem likely anymore. And if he isn't coming for you the others sure as fuck aren't either. You'll have to figure out what to do on your own.

Your thoughts are disrupted when Doctor Scratch strolls into the room, and pulls something long and black out of his suit. "I want you to know before I do this that your friends forced me into this position," he states calmly, "normally I would never resort to such unrefined measures." He presses a button on the thing he's holding and it crackles to life with electricity. When he jabs you with it your body alights with agony. You feel, more than hear, yourself scream as your body crackles from the voltage.

"It would seem that 5 million volts is painful no matter what species you are." Scratch says calmly. "We seem to be learning something already. And we will have plenty of time to learn more in the future."

"Best not get too motherfucking complacent. My friends will save me." you choke out, trying to get your limbs to work correctly again. "And the mirthful messiahs wouldn't let something this unmiraculous go down."

Scratch stares blankly at you for several seconds, and then bursts into laughter. "A Juggalo troll! Will wonders never cease?" You feel your lips curl back into a feral snarl as this motherfucking worm laughs at your faith. Unfortunately for you he notices, and drives the electric prod into your side again, this time holding it there as you thrash about in agony. His face is impassive, but his eyes, bright green and cruel, linger in your mind as everything goes black.

When you wake up again Dr. Scratch is still there, facing the opening to your cell. You struggle to sit up, but find that your body is still unresponsive. Your foot barely twitches when you try to move it, and you're not even sure if you made that happen.

"I have no patience for religion." You look up at Dr. Scratch. He hasn't moved an inch, and deigns not to so much as glance in your direction. "Religion is a crutch for the weak, a feeble support to carry the hopeless through their lives. And you are not allowed to be feeble or weak or hopeless."

"You are going to be strong. You are going to be deadly. It is not I who will make you that way though. No, you will be deadly because you wish to be. You will kill because you are a killer. It is written in your eyes, you see. When I look at you I see a vast wealth of untapped potential. We'll have to see what we can do to reach into it."

"First thing's first: you will no longer be a Juggalo. We will stamp that out and replace it with something you can use. Pain." You hiss as he approaches you again, but with all these chains you can't smash his skull in like you want to do. All you can do is lie on the ground helplessly, as Doctor Scratch steps over you and pulls out a knife.

The first cut isn't so terrible; you were ready for it beforehand. The knife drags from the top of your forehead down, splitting your head all the way to the tip of your nose. Not terrible, but it still hurts like a bitch. The second is worse though; as you still try to recover from the first cut he slices into your left eyebrow and drags the knife slowly, curving over the bridge of your nose and cutting through to the right eyebrow. The blood rushes into your eyes and blinds you, and so you don't know where the third cut is coming from until the knife is in your cheek. This last cut loops around your cheek, curving your jawline, and repeats the pattern on the opposite side of your face.

"While you are under my supervision, there will be no messiah to save you. Your friends will not find you. And nothing will exist for you except for pain." Scratch whispers lowly into your ear. "While you are here in my domain, I am your God."

He leaves the room, and you lay on the ground bleeding on the floor. It's funny though, now that the cutting is done, you feel… refreshed. Really, that wasn't so motherfucking bad at all!

You are Gamzee Makara, and after weeks of torture they are finally letting you see Tavros again. You've been worried sick about him, stuck in this place with no friends, no legs, and no confidence. You hope he's endured everything as well as you've managed to, because you don't know what you would do if your only remaining friend was to go through the pain you have and come out different. Really though, as a bronze-blood his mind is supposed to be weak anyways.

When you see him however, you're surprised to see that he's more or less the same as ever. He's still looking well fed, he's got a wheelchair now so he's not immobile, and he doesn't look like he's been tortured at all. Pity.

"Gamzee, it's uhh, really good to umm, see you again!" Tavros says with a grin, wheeling forward to meet you. "I was, well, worried about you!"

"I'm fine, Tavbro." you're unable to help the smile creeping across your face, and while your eye is nearly swollen shut seeing him makes it all worth it. "These motherfuckers have been hurting me plenty, but it's nothing I can't handle."

Tavros stops smiling at that, and you see him look you over with worry. "Well, uhh, if you're sure about that, then I uhh, I guess that's okay?" It's not motherfucking okay. But you don't want Tavros to worry. You care about him too fucking much.

You are Gamzee Makara, and you just confessed to your flushcrush in the most embarrassingly clumsy way possible. You're staring at a row of commas stretching across your trollian window and wondering what you were motherfucking thinking. 'Make out a little'? You don't just ask somebody as shy as Tavbro to make out at the drop of a hat! You have to order him.

But you don't want to go and make a bro up and have feelings for somebody against his will. Unfortunately for you though it doesn't look like Tavros is feeling particularly concupiscent towards you. He's logged off of Trollian completely now. You grab a pie and consider trolling Karkat. He watches a lot of rom-coms; maybe he'll know what you should do.

You are Gamzee Makara, and you've beaten the drugs. They beat you mercilessly, but now you don't feel it. You've let your mind go blank, and shut the pain out of your head. Eventually they toss you in with Tavros, and he's looking more worried than usual.

"Gamzee, uhh, why are you going through all this?" You take note slowly, staring over at him blankly. "You could have just, uhh, left me behind and escaped, but you, uhh, stayed with me…"

You force yourself to sit up properly. "I couldn't just motherfucking abandon a good fucking friend like you to these worms. I love you too motherfucking much to do that."

You need him to say he loves you as well. After everything you've gone through, you need to hear that he knows what that means. That it means something to him too. If you can just hear him say he loves you, you know they'll never break you.

Tavros looks uncomfortable. He seems unsure of what to say, for some reason. Even though there's only one answer that you need… he's hesitating. "I, uhh, well, I really appreciate it Gamzee, and uhh, I think that you're a really, umm, a really good, uh, friend as well."

The next time they hit you the pain is worse than ever.

You are Gamzee Makara, and you are leaving the base where you've spent the past five months. You've got some people you need to meet, and a best motherfucking friend/guy you are completely flushed for, to save.

You have a job now. Doctor Scratch has sworn to let you save Tavros if you bring him the heads of the other trolls. Well actually, he just wants proof they're dead, but you think heads will do the trick just motherfucking fine for that. Maybe wipe that smug grin off of his bald head. And if it doesn't, you'll just tear that grin off his head yourself. Or even better, tear his head off of that grin.

You don't want to wait to kill Scratch, but you have no choice. A motherfucker like that, so convinced he's got you under his control; you need to kill him when the moment's right. When he's got your friends at his feet, when he thinks he's bought you off, when he gives you Tavros and things your deal is done. That's when you'll do it. You'll stab him through the motherfucking heart with Tavros' own horns.

If they try to kill you then you won't be worried. Your traitorous, cowardly fellow trolls will be dead. Your tormentor will be dead. You'll be free. And when you're free you know these human fuckers won't be hurting you. You'll be hurting them. You won't let yourself die until you've stopped every fucking one of them.

Notes:

Gamzee is psychotic. Tavros is cowardly. Writing Gamzee is difficult because nobody knows what the fuck's going on in his head. Writing Tavros is easy because I just write lot's of uhhs and umms, and have him say whatever people don't want to hear.