September 17, 2218

Honk. Honk. Gamzee smiled happily as his horns tooted their song. Man, this was the wickedest shit! This was the reason he woke up and got on his feet. That, along with all the other motherfucking miraculous things that blessed his days. Oh look at that, someone was a knockin' on his door. That's chill. Putting down his horns, he pushed himself off his bed and went towards the noise. At least, he was until one of the most mind-boggling things stop him. It was this motherfucking lava-lamp, man. Wicked. He became memorized by the cycle of gel going up and down until the knocking got louder. Oh shit, he forgot. Tearing away from the lamp, he opened his door.

"Hey there Dad-bro. What's rocking all up in your neighborhood?" He asked causally.

His father shook his head. "Gamzee, you're suppose to be studying, yet all I hear is that annoying tooting from your horns. Care to explain?"

Gamzee smiled. "See, I was cracking those books when I got this urge to just honk away. Then I thought 'Yo, I gotta read these books', but I gave in. I'm sorry Pop."

"That's not enough this time. Do you know how expensive it is to keep you in college? Very. Now I know our family has money, but all you're doing is leeching with no sign of turning in- Are you paying attention?" He asked in an irritated tone.

"You're just saying so many words." He replied, confused.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about! I've worked very hard to build our family up to the status and class that it is and for what? A lazy son who does nothing but dazes off?" He exclaimed. "No. In fact, I've retracted you from the college attendance."

"That's chill yo."

"I haven't finished yet. There's a program with one of the companies that I've invested in and I demanded that you go along or I'd cease further funding. You're going to make this family proud, even if I have to drag you to do it."

Gamzee shrugged. "Ok man. Sounds pretty cool."

His father shook his head again as he sighed. "You're being sent into space. Please try not to screw up and get the other astronauts killed."

"Heh, gotcha Pop." He was good at not screwing up. Well, trying to, at least.

"Good. You leave for training tomorrow. Now then," He checked his watch, "I need to get back to work. Goodbye Son."

"Later yo."

His father left without another word, leaving Gamzee at his door. It was chill though. At least he could get back to watching his lava-lamp.

(AN: Hey guys; sorry this one's short; in return, I'm adding the next chapter on today too. It's mostly just because everyone has their unique and special story; Gamzee's happens to be him being kicked on board. It's much longer, I promise).