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Karkat blunk, holding in his scream. A scream of pain, and of fear. His leg was throbbing, and he was so lightheaded. Gamzee's grip on him was so firm, tight, and warm.. But his hands.. His fucking hands were covered in blood of greens, blues, and purples.. Some of his stupid fucking clown makeup.. He wanted to squirm away, to abscond, flee, whatever the hell you'd want to call it, and the the hell out of there! But.. HE CAN'T.
Gamzee sat up, and started to pet Karkat's face, "shoosh, motherfucker. IT'S ALL MOTHERFUCKING chill now." Karkat stared at him, using his fucking moriailing techniques. Karkat spoke, hoping his voice wouldn't crack, "GAMZEE..WHY..WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?" Gamzee smiled darkly, and put his hand on Karkat's wound, and poked at it, causing Karkat start to whimper and wriggle in pain. "hmmm, LET ME MOTHERFUCKING think... KANAYA MOTHERFUCKING CHAINSAWED YOUR MOTHERFUCKING LEG... and i all up and motherfucking saved you LIKE A MORIAIL MOTHERFUCKING SHOULD."
Saved?..Saved? Karkat growled in pain, and in anger- What the literal fuck was Gamzee thinking? He wants to save him from Kanaya and Sollux while he himself is the biggest threat to him physically, mentally, and emotionally. It's just not fucking right. Karkat was snapped from ranting in his head, by a sudden release from pain. Karkat looked to the scarred clown, and he wasn't smiling anymore...That couldn't be a good fucking sign.
"you look all up and MOTHERFUCKING ANGRY, BROTHER. did you want TO MOTHERFUCKING DIE AND LET THE MOTHERFUCKING WALLS BE PAINTED? painted with your motherfucking MIRACULOUS BLOOD?" Gamzee grabbed Karkat's collar, and shoved him down into the horns. Karkat let out a yelp of pain and surprise, instinctively grabbing Gamzee's blood-caked hands. Gamzee sat ontop of the angry troll and glared down at him. How DARE Karkat not even motherfucking thank Gamzee? It's not how a lowblood should be.
"G-GAMZEE..FUCK..GET OFF...DAMMIT.." Gamzee smiled at him. "brother, you should motherfucking learn to say thank you." Gamzee pulled himself off of him, and poked at Karkat's wound again, getting blood on his fingers. "YOU KNOW.. this is a motherfucking mirthful way to paint. KEEPING MY MOTHERFUCKING BEST BRO WITH ME. maybe even more than bros... AND BEING ABLE TO MOTHERFUCKING PAINT THE PICTURES WITH HIS BLOOD!" Gamzee started laughing, a few honks hiding in his bloodthirsty cackle.
He stood up, and started to draw on the wall. Karkat, on the other hand, was staring at Gamzee's back. He could almost mistake him for his old, sweet, fucking clowny Gamzee. If only he wasn't covered in his friend's blood, and wasn't drawing with his awful blood. If fucking only. Karkat looked at his leg, and gingerly started to push the sides together, hoping that it'd heal together. It was NOT easy. It hurt like a fucking shit ton of..Of..Well, a bunch of torn meat and shattered bone being forced back into place. Exactly what it was.
After a few minutes, though, Gamzee came back for more. Of course, he noticed that Karkat was trying to close the wound. Isn't that dandy? He's fucking trying to close the wound. But the Mirthful messiah understood, and knelt down to help his 'friend'. Karkat was, once again, surprised. Was this some sort of human birthday party with all of the surprises he was getting? Then again, Gamzee is capricious. Unpredictable. After a bit, Gamzee told Karkat to stay put. He was going to go get some "motherfucking miraculous SUPPLIES TO MOTHERFUCKING HELP YOU OUT." ..Karkat could only hope it wasn't anyone's head.
Besides, it's not like Karkat could move or anything. He has a broken thigh bone. It's also still stinging like fuck from Gamzee's and his experimenting to close it up...Gamzee was so close to Karkat then.. He was war-
What the fuck is that troll thinking?
Stupid troll hormones...
He leaned back in the horn pile, trying to think about his situation. He didn't want to take his chances and run. There were several factors going against him. One, he could run into a certain warm clown. Two, he could open up his moderately closed injury. Three, his blood would lead a trail to his hiding spot. Four..Gamzee could actually bring something helpful and quite possibly something to stop his slowed bleeding. Five, what the fuck would he say if he ran into Kanaya and Sollux, "HI FUCKASSES, I JUST RAN FROM GAMZEE, AND HE HAD A FUCKING CREEPY SPEECH ABOUT PAINTING THE WALLS WITH MY BLOOD, AND ALSO ABOUT BEING-"
Something occurred to Karkat.
Karkat thought back to Gamzee's insane speech... 'thank you..blah blah.. keeping his best bro alive..maybe even more than bros..' Karkat blunk, and facepalmed. No. No, he couldn't let himself think that. What if they had to kill Gamzee? He didn't need Gamzee to be flushed for him.. Or else it'd be mutual.. Dammit, Karkat, you're thinking like that again! "GOGDAMMIT!"
Karkat initiated Facepalm combo x2.
