"Gamzee!" She calls out to you as you purposefully speed walk down the hall to your own respite block.
"Wait!" You do not wait. In fact, if anything you begin walking faster.
You hear her run up behind you. She grabs your sleeve but you wrench it out of her grasp. When you get to your door, you feel her hand on your shoulder.
"Gamzee stop! Let me explain."
You whip around to face her, brushing her hand off of your shoulder.
"I was all up and going to let you explain. I was motherfucking ready to believe anything that came out of your motherfucking mouth. I thought, you know, sometimes Karbro gets a little dramatic and blows things out of proportion. But now I see that he was motherfucking right."
You go into your room and slam the door in her face. You grab your desk chair and prop it under the handle since these motherfucking doors don't have any locks.
Terezi pounds on the door. She shouts, muffled by the walls.
"Please! Listen to me! It wasn't what it looked like!"
You sit down on the floor and rest your head in your hands, ignoring her voice as best as you can.
"Gamzee let me in!"
She pounds harder on the door. You can hear her sobbing through her words.
"Gamzee!" She screams.
The pounding stops. You can still hear her crying outside of your respite block. You also hear other doors opening and closing as people try to find out what all of the commotion is about.
"Is everything alright?" A voice asks. She does not answer, but keeps on crying.
"Terezi?"
"Leave me alone!" She yells. You hear her footsteps rain down the hallway as she absconds.
You sit cross-legged in the middle of your respite block, your head in your hands. A tear runs down your cheek. The crying has stopped. The pounding has stopped. Everyone has returned to their respite blocks. Everything is quiet. Peaceful even.
This is not what you want. You do not want peace. You want noise. You want destruction. You want chaos.
You want rage.
A shudder runs through your body as the overwhelming urge for pie hits you hard. You grit your teeth together and dig your overgrown fingernails into your hair, pulling at it.
You promised her you wouldn't do it. But why should you keep any promises you made to her?
You suddenly stand erect. You find yourself walking over to the closet and opening the door. You find yourself digging through it. You find yourself reaching out to take what you have found.
Your arm shakes as part of you refuses to touch the bloodstained juggling clubs. The other part of you tries it's hardest to have them close.
Eventually, you slam the closet door, hands empty.
Yes, you promised her you wouldn't, but you also promised yourself.
John, Abscond
As you can see, I realized how stupid my previous system of keeping the timeline manageable was and redid it. It is now much more confusing. You're welcome.