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Karkat croons over the tank making sure each of his beloved fiddler crabs gets the same amount of meat. Chuckling as they wave their little claws up eagerly in the air at him begging for more. He smiles and reaches down into the tank to dangle another piece of meat in front of the smallest of the crabs. A loud crack fills the air an the floor shakes causing Karkat to tumble and almost pull the tank down.

"WHAT IN THE HOLIEST OF FUCKS!?" he screeches out dropping the meat and righting his tank before running to the window. His eyes widen as he leans out over the street below. Horns echo through the air and cracks spread across the street. A gangly mess of tangled hair and tall horn walks casually through the street leaving nothing but destruction in his wake. "Gamzee?"

Karkat jerks up smacking the back of his head into the window. Cursing he grabs his keys and rushes out his chipped red door slamming and locking it behind him. He rushes down the street and through the stopped traffic following the maniacal honks of his old best friend. "GAMZEE!?"

Gamzee walks on unable to hear Karkat's shouting as he tosses his juggling pin in the air walking casually on his too long legs into the park. Karkat curses to himself as he runs into the park after the clown. He knew from the tone of the honks that he had branched into insane territory and was on the hunt, prepared to kill something. Karkat just hoped it was something that actually deserved the horrible painful death in it's near future.

Karkat stops when Gamzee does and leans against a tree to catch his breath. He follows the solid purple gaze locking on to the mess of blonde hair as it lunges from one tree to another. Karkat's eyes widen in recognition as the blonde dives into another tree. Gamzee laughs and starts running pushing himself into the tree next to Dave.

"Fuck!" Karkat hisses running to catch up with him. Watching in horror as Gamzee's arm swings narrowly missing Dave's skull and shattering the tree they stood in. Karkat flinches at the sound of splintering wood. A sigh of relief escapes as he watches Dave dive down from a high branch and run into the thick brush of trees in the distance. Karkat's legs start to burn as he watches Gamzee hop down from the tree and take long casual strides after the blonde.

"Hey Dave! I was having a picnic with Rose and Jade when we saw you run by so I thought I'd come over and invite you to join us!" Karkat recognizes the voice immediately, remembering just that morning when John text him inviting him to join him on a picnic with his step sister and friend. He pushes himself to run faster in hopes of somehow making it there in time to save his new friend.

"Dave! What the hell? What's going on? Why are you tackling me like this? And what the fuck just happened to that tree!?" Karkat sighs with relief as John's voice fills the air after an exceptionally loud crack. Pushing through the brush his eyes lock on to the vision of the red clad blonde pinning John to the ground. Gamzee steps over to them and with a confident honk swings his juggling pin down. Karkat rushes forward knowing he's too late but hoping and praying something will save his new friend and the Strider boy. A bright light flashes blinding Karkat and causing him to stop and rub at his eyes.

When he's able to see again Karkat saw only Gamzee standing with empty hands looking around with crazed eyes solid with anger. Powerless red eyes meet with psychotic purple ones. "Karbro?" The purple eyes shrink back to normal as the clown turns taking slow disbelieving steps towards the shorter boy.

"Gamzee..." Karkat walks confidently forward towards the clown. A rare smile spreading across his lips as he draws closer.

Gamzee runs forward scooping up the smaller boy causing him to screech and cling to him as he spins around. "Karbro it's you! It's REALLY you! My wish came true! It's a motherfucking miracle!"

Karkat squeaks and squirms out of the taller god's grip flopping to the ground with a sigh. "What wish Gamzee? What are you talking about?"

Gamzee smiles flashing his fierce fangs as he flops down onto the ground next to the tiny ex-god. "The Grand Condense said whichever Motherfucker kills the boy who caused Death to abandon his post would get one wish! And I did it! I killed that red motherfucker and wished for you to come back Karbro." Gamzee rolls over wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's waist and snuggling into his stomach like a giant pet.

Karkat stares in horror at the messy head in his lap. He carefully places his hand in the untamed mop of hair and pets it softly. A clicking sound fills the air, sounding almost like a cat's purr and Karkat sighs. "He's not dead Gamzee."

The taller god shoots up to stare at Karkat, purple eyes slowly bleeding in rage again. "What was that my motherfucking best friend?"

Karkat gulps. "You didn't kill him. I saw you and came running after you. You don't need to kill him Gamzee. I'm right fucking here. I promise... I'll never leave you again." Karkat sighs, knowing he's lying and he'll be dying in just a short time due to his drastically shortened human lifespan. But, he could still keep his best bro sane during the time he had left.

Rose raises a curious brow as she watches the two boys snuggling in the grass. She could clearly see the candy corn like horns protruding from their heads. A skill she's had since birth. She's seen creatures like this all over town, befriended a few, even gotten intimate with one. She saw the taller one chasing after Dave when he ran past them at their picnic and chose to make chase when John jumped up in excitement to invite him to join them.

What Rose didn't understand is where it was that the one armed female had taken her two friends. Why she even bothered to save them. And why the other two did not seem to see her. Having much to think about Rose turns to leave the two to their cuddling. Stopping only when she felt something under her foot. She moves her foot back and crouches down to look at the pair of blue dice in the grass, a light glow and hum coming from them. They blink up at her with only one dot on each of them greeting her.

Rose scoops up the dice feeling the power within them as she holds them in the palm of her hand. From what she's learned of dice games two ones was called snake eyes. And it was the unluckiest of all the rolls you could get. An instant loose.

Next chapters:
John: wake up to nothing, literally

Rose: ask your girlfriend about the dice