Stopping dead in your tracks you notice a girl who was the mirror image of your ex-lover, jagged black curls and all except...something was off... Your girl never had any family, the only child of an only child.. there's no way these two could be related, maybe you're relapsing after all..Turning to Gamzee you noticed the heated glare he was burning into the back of the girl's skull as she failed again and again to open a jar of paint. Group was more like an indoor recess than therapy, it just sick people to interact with others to keep the normals from going crazy and the crazys calm. The whole of it was to relax as well as get used to meds or new wire and metal limbs but, with the hateful glare your clownish friend was tossing around made you fear everyone's safety. You knew for a fact that if his rage was anything his brother's it would get bloody and it would get bloody fast.

"Makara.."

"What the fuck is that motherfucking bitch doing here..." He growled shaking watching the girl with murderous intent, unsure of what to do you simply try to get Gamzee out of the area resulting in a feral growl from the pale teen. Whatever this girl did to warrant such aggression, you couldn't let Gamzee hurt her, not only would it cause him permanent placement if he seemed too violent for society but, it would force you to relive some memories you'd be happier forgetting.

"Gamzee. Come on leave her be!" You hissed and tugged your unwilling friend away and sat him down in a nearby chair, where he still glared at the girl.

"GODDAMNIT!" She shouted and threw something across the room startling some of the children who were musing about the area. On of the nurses on duty frowned and went to get the object while another one just scolded her.

"Ms. Serket! I know you are frustrated but, that arm cost alot of money and you lucky to get such a well made limb without paying for it."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! It suuuuuuuuks, it's some shitty piece of plastic someone threw out because they got a new one. It doesn't move and I'm better off without it." The nurse just sighed and laid the cracked arm on the table next to her, leaving the girl to struggle with the jar again. This time she grabbed a small butter knife (used for clay) and popped the seal on the lip, causing it to flip off flinging orange paint every where, not that she cared, she had won and that was that mattered.

"Looks like she up'nd got what she motherfuckin' deserved." Gamzee grinned and picking up some crayons and started drawing happy at her distress. Frowning you headed over to her, what harm could it do? After getting up close you noticed how bad her amputation was, she was missing her entire right arm as well as part of shoulder and half her face was bandaged. She hadn't noticed you yet as she pulled out more jars and popped each one with her knife before turning to you.

"P-pupa?" She asked staring wide eyed at you for a moment, casting a glance down at your legs before regaining her composer and letting a haughty smile spread across her face. "Stiiiiiiill having trouble with those new legs? Ha, how paaaaaaaathetic."

"I don't know who the hell Pupa is but, I know a certain blue eyed girl who just threw a really Pathetic temper tantrum over a jar." You say with a playful grin, waving the fake arm at her. Her blue painted lips drew up in a snarl and her deep blue eye narrowed.

"OH, you think you're soooooooo high and mighty now just because you got new legs!" She hissed and kicked you hard in your shin making you wince and grab the area. She may not be related to Marquise but, damn the too of them should've been twins. Both bold, violent and beautiful and had a nasty habit of kicking you. You laugh and wrap and arm around the one armed girl, causing her to flush and push you away. "Just who the hell are you? There is NO waaaaaaaaay you're Pupa. You look like him but, he's to much of a whimp to stand up to anyone."

"The names Rufio Nitram, lead guitar of Signless Murder." You grin.

"Never heard of them. So you're like what? Pupa's stupid imaginary friend? The freak talks about you aaaaaaaall the time." She asked rolling her eye and turning away from you and to the small canvas already set up and tried her best to paint and draw with her left hand.

"Nah, if Pupa's Tav we're cousins. What are you a friend of his or somethin'? because I know your not one oh his.." You tipped your head towards Gamzee who seemed to have befriended a young girl.

"Oh, crap."

Grinning at your drawing buddy you put the crayon you using aside and grab a pink one, smiling as the girl grabbed a bright purple. She kinda reminded you of your sister, if she had lived to be this old. Large moon shaped blue eyes, a soft round face, thin with a short black fuzz on her head. The two of you were drawing each other in bright bold colors giggling when her face got sad and serious looking.

"Gamzee...?"

"Yeah, lil' sis?"

"Do...are you..sick..?" She asked quietly, not looking at you.

"Yeah...up and been since I was little..."

"Are you...is your body sick...?"

"Nah...it's my pan, my head...it messes things up...makes everything loud and scary."

"Mine too...does it hurt...?"

"No.. I hurt people sometimes...and sometimes... They hurt me back...That's how I got these." You smile and felt the already familiar tugging of you scars stretching.

"So it doesn't hurt you but...it still hurts..." The girl said many to herself. "Are you going to die?" She asked turning her large eyes back to you.

"No...Are you scared sis?" She shook her head and smiled sadly.

"I've been suck for a long time too...You kinda get used to it...and you wonder if it wil be so bad...I've some friends here but a lot died before I got really sick. I just hope I get to see them when I leave..." You give her a glum and then she smiled brightly and looked up. "I wonder what it's like...heaven you know? Do you believe in heaven?"

"Wel.." You say sitting up and leaning your back against the wall. "I guess I do my wicked sis. I heard it's all up and changin' for everyone. But I guess I do...What do you think it's all up to being?" You grin thinking of your messiahs and bards.

"Well...I don't know... What's your heaven like?"You grin even wider and stood up.

" A circus!" You shout throwing out arms wide. "A gaint party of large green purple tents, with clowns and bards and messiahs. Wicked party with all my brother and sisters and all the Faygo you can drink." You smile giddy just thinking about such a wonderful place. The shimmer, the lights, faces full of paint and the music of bards. You really did believe that was what awaited you in the after life but, no need to hurry on your way there, the afterlife was good but, it's ment for the dead.

"Wow!" Your new friend jumped up just as excited as you. "That sounds so fun! Can I go to your heaven too?" She asked her deep blue eyes shining with hope. You grin and pick her up.

"I don't see why not? It'll wicked with me." You smile at her and honked her nose when idea popped into your noisey pan. "In fact I'll bring it here! In your excitment you nearly dropped the young girl causing her to squeal, you placed her down in a small chair and ran over to a nurse and as best as you could, explained your idea to her. She seemed worried and unnerved about giving a psych patient complete control of a such large project but, after pleading and explaining, or atempting to anyways, what you were trying to do she finally gave in as long you kept up on your meds. Agreeing you got some help from Rufio and begain setting up your surprise.

This is sort of a filler chp ^^; sorry but I hate doing soo many short chapters and there just wasn't anymore plot I could add in here with it being like 5,000 words. (Waay too long for one chp) OH! before I forget I'm going to start up a new story ^^ another homestuck one with trolls! ~-^ Check It out if you like and please reveiw! I love hearing from you guys! Well bye for now. ^=^