A/N: I'm very pleased with the reaction I received from the posting of my first chapter. Thank you very much!
In other, totally unrelated news, My Chemical Romance has rose on the Perf-o-meter. Have you listened to their new singles.
WOW.
Eh-hem. Okay.
So I listened to "Boy Division", "The World is Ugly" (I cri evryteim) and "Make Room!" by My Chemical Romance while writing this chapter. So I apologise beforehand if anything strange occurs. Which it inevitably will.
Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie (The Hussmeister ok)
Original Storyline belongs to me~
Be Gamzee ==
Gamzee continued to glance at the letter from his mystery penpal every so often as he pondered on the next line of his note.
The letter he had received was sweet, and short but clear. It was written in a rusty orange, and he could clearly see how much his pen pal meant what she (Gamzee reasoned that the mystery pen pal was a girl. After all, what kind of guy could be that cute and friendly?)had written.
It was written in inverted text, and occasionally littered with some sort of smiley emoticon with horns.
"How motherfuckin' adorable..." Gamzee grinned, and he read the letter again.
'hI, WHOEVER i'M WRITING TO
i AM HOPING THAT THIS, IS THE FIRST OF A LOT OF LETTERS THAT WE CAN EXCHANGE
aFTER ALL, i THINK IT WOULD BE REALLY COOL IF WE COULD BECOME FRIENDS }:)
tHAT IS, OF COURSE, IF YOU WANT TO BE,
fRIENDS, THAT IS,
uHH, WELL, i THINK i SHOULD SAY SOMETHING ABOUT MYSELF
mY NAME, iS tAVROS nITRAM, aND i GO TO THE HIGHSCHOOL IN THE NEXT TOWN OVER.
i REALLY LIKE TO PLAY fIDUSPAWN WITH MY FRIEND nEPETA AND SOMETIMES WITH MY OTHER FRIEND aRADIA, wHEN SHE ISN'T WITH HER bOYFRIEND,
i LIVE WITH MY OLDER BROTHER rUFIO, SINCE MY DAD ISN'T AROUND ANYMORE, AND MOM IS ALWAYS ILL,
i DON'T MIND, THOUGH, BECAUSE MY BIG BROTHER LOOKS AFTER ME, AND WE'RE HAPPY }:)
sO, i GUESS i WILL JUST WAIT FOR YOUR REPLY,
oF COURSE, iF YOU AREN'T ABLE TO REPLY, THAT'S ALSO COOL, i GUESS
i HOPE TO, HEAR FROM YOU SOON,
tAVROS nITRAM'
Gamzee smiled his trademark lop-sided smile as he reread the note. The girl didn't sound at all pretentious, as he had expected his pen pal to be. He kind of felt for the chick since she didn't have any parents present in her life, but she appeared to be happy despite her circumstances.
"Tavros Nitram..." He said to himself thoughtfully. He decided that he really liked that name, almost as much as he liked his own. Probably more.
He glanced back down at his sheet of paper and surveyed what he had written.
'hEy, TaVrOs, NaMe'S gAmZeE mAkArA! hOnK :o)
iT's BiTcHtItS wIcKeD tHaT yOu DeCiDeD tO wRiTe To Me, AnD yOuR lEtTeR wAs FuLl oF mOtHeRfUcKiN' mIrAcLeS aS fAr As I'm CoNcErNeD
oF cOuRsE i WoUlD lIkE tO bE yOuR bRo
I tHiNk iT wAs MoThErFuCkInG aWeSoMe ThAt YoU aSkEd! i DoN't HaVe tOo MaNy FrIeNdS fOr SoMe ReAsOn, BuT mY bEsTfRiEnD kArKaT hAs AlWaYs StUcK aRoUnd,
He GeTs AnGrY rEaLlY eAsIlY, wHiCh mAkEs Me LaUgH.
fOr A sMaLl GuY, hE gEtS mOtHerFuCkIn' FuRiOus!
iT's YoUr TuRn To SeNd ThE lEtTeR, rIgHt?
aNyWaY, cAtCh YoU lAtEr,
GaMzEe MaKaRa
HoNk :o)'
Gamzee stared at the page for a while, suddenly feeling self conscious.
"'Catch you later'? What the motherfuck am I all up and saying? That sounds lame." He considered ripping the paper up and starting over, but fought the urge despite how dubious he felt about the contents of the letter, especially the two 'Honk's.
He smiled as he bathed in the nostalgic atmosphere. The honks derived from a religion he came up with when he lost faint in any sort of legitimate deity after the death of his parents. He had an elder brother, but of course he wasn't interested in bringing up a 'crazy kid'. So, in a way, he was alone.
Mad, and alone...
Which reminded him... wasn't he supposed to have his medicine right about-
"Medicine, Makara." The impatient voice of a nurse on medicine duty made Gamzee wake from his daydream. He turned to see the woman flouncing off, and a plastic cup filled with colourful pills sitting on the table. He grimaced and necked the pills down as he did many times before, trying to ignore the acidic taste lying in his throat.
"Totally the opposite of miracles..." He muttered, rubbing his throat and making a face of discontent. He looked back at the letter and sighed. It wasn't like Gamzee could do anything to change it now...
He stuffed the letter inside the envelope and got up, swinging his lanky legs off of the table and onto the yellowing tiled floor, and he made his way towards the internal post office to mail his letter (A/N: What do you guys in America call places where you get postage stamps and mail letters and parcels? Is it called the same or something? I don't know. I'm so uncultured. *sob*)
He grinned to himself, the pills taking effect. "I can't let this girl all up and motherfuckin' bother me, can I?" He said cheerfully. "If she doesn't write back, she just doesn't write back!" He continued, a little louder. He ignored the odd look from the Post Lady as he handed the letter to her and he turned to return to the leisure area to log onto a computer. There was someone he hadn't pestered in a while...
terminallyCapricious began pestering carcinoGeneticist
TC: HeY bEsTfRiEnD..:o)
CG: WHAT
TC: JuSt WaNtEd To MoThErFuCkIn' Up AnD tAlK tO yOu, KaRbRo
CG: OH FOR THE LOVE OF
CG: ALRIGHT, I'LL GIVE YOU THE BENEFIT OF THE FUCKING DOUBT
CG: CAN I HELP YOU, GAMZEE
TC: HeY mAn, We HaVeN't TaLkEd In A wHiLe, I wAs WoRrIeD tHaT yOu AlL uP n' FoRgOt Me
CG: HOW THE HELL COULD I FORGET THE NONSENSICAL HOGWASH THAT SPILLS FROM YOUR MOUTH
TC: HaH, wHaT's ThAt MoThErFuCkEr? :o)
CG: FURTHERMORE, HOW ARE YOU EVEN CONTACTING ME AT THIS POINT, I BLOCKED YOU
TC: YoU'vE gOtTa ChAnGe YoUr MoThErFuCkInG pAsSwOrD tO SoMeThInG oThEr ThAn 'KaRkAt', MaN
TC: HoNk :o)
CG: ...
TC: ...BeStFrIeNd?
CG: OH, FUCK YOU
CG: WHAT DO YOU WANT
TC: I FiNaLlY SeNt tHaT MoThErFuCkInG LeTtEr, KaRbRo
CG: THE PENPAL THING
TC: YeAh :o)
CG: I WOULDN'T EXPECT A REPLY IF I WERE YOU
TC: WhY NoT?
CG: BECAUSE WHOEVER THIS UNFORTUNATE FUCKASS IS WILL NOT BE TOO PLEASED IF THEY SEE YOU'VE WRITTEN A LETTER TO THEM
CG: THE INFURIATING TYPEFACE WILL BE ENOUGH TO PUSH THEM OVER THE BOUNDRIES
TC: CaLm dOwN, kArKrAbBy :o)
CG: SEE, THIS IS WHAT I MEAN. IT GIVES ME A HEADACHE TO READ
CG: AND QUIT FUCKING CALLING ME THAT, IT ISN'T MY NAME
TC: YoUr mOm wOuLd bEg tO DiFfEr...hOnK :o)
CG: THAT WAS ONCE
CG: FUCKING. ONCE
CG: GODAMMIT
CG: DO SOMETHING ELSE OTHER THAN MAKING MY DAY LIKE THE FUCKING PLOT OF DANTE'S INFERNO (A/N: It's a 14th Century Italian 'Epic Poem' about the 7 circles of Hell (Fun fact: 'Inferno' is Italian for hell). I think you get the idea of what Karkat is trying to say when he's saying that...yeah, that bad.)
CG: HONESTLY
carcinoGeneticist ceased pestering terminallyCapricious
Gamzee chuckled to himself for a while, while staring at his computer screen. Typical Karkat, always being abrupt and trying to use big words in order to make himself sound cannier. He knew, though, it was just his own awkward way of saying to Gamzee that he treasured his friendship.
He thought about the letter again, smiling. If his calculations were correct, the letter would arrive in around two or three days to Tavros.
He couldn't wait.
Be Tavros (Three days Later) ==
"Uh..." Tavros gulped and turned slowly, to come face-to-face with the girl who made his childhood and teenage years a living hell- Vriska Serket.
"'Sup, Tavvy. Nice legs. Too bad you're still short, huh?" She smirked, crossing her arms over her waist and tilting her head sideways so her long maroon hair toppled over her shoulder. Tavros didn't deny that he did have a tiny crush on her; but he wouldn't let her know that- that would be far too risky, and he was terrorized enough by her as it was. Behind her stood her disapproving best friend, Kanaya Maryam, rolling her green eyes and 'tsk'ing loudly.
"Um, w-well, actually, If...If I did have real legs, I would still be, uh, this height." Tavros tried to explain through his stammering and awkward pausing,
"Thought so, it would only make sense." She laughed nastily. She took a step closer, so that she was looking directly down at him from her spindly height. "Is it easy to stand on them, then?"
Tavros blinked. "What?"
"Well, is it?" Her tone was demanding, and her eyebrow that lay above her covered eye raised dramatically.
"Um, well, not really, it's actually quite hard." Tavros explained, really not wanting to be there
Just...do something, and let it be over with...
Vriska pushed him over so he topped onto the floor, his backpack cushioning his fall.
"Huh? So they don't fall off. See that, Kanaya?" She turned to her friend, who looked at her disapprovingly at her.
"Vriska, I don't think you should be doing that." She looked at her, smoothing down her short blonde hair and looking on with a cool gaze.
"Hmm. You're boring." The tall, thin girl turned back to the small, skinny boy and grinned wolfishly, like she was going in for the slaughter. "We're having a blast, right Tavvy?"
"I-i..." Tavros gulped.
"Vriska, back off!" A voice belonging to a tiny, feline-like girl, who stood in front of him protectively. A far taller, more 'ripped' male with longer, greasy hair and cracked shades stood near her, but far enough away so that he did not get involved in the fight. This person was Equius Zahhak; Nepeta's childhood best friend and her own personal bodyguard. He seemed to regard Tavros with some discontent because of his family situation or something, but was polite enough because of how much Nepeta liked hanging out with him.
"Nepeta, you aren't his mother...Stop babying him, geez." Vriska rolled her eyes, and turned away again, most likely because she had lost interest. "Let's split, Kanaya."
"Fine." Kanaya nodded, crossing her arms. Vriska flounced away and Kanaya turned back to the two standing a little in front of her. "Sorry."
As Kanaya left to follow her friend into the school, and Nepeta helped Tavros up.
"Are you alright?" Nepeta asked him.
"Uh, I guess I am..." Tavros smiled awkwardly. The pair stood in silence before a sudden smile sprung on her face.
"You have legs! You're walking!" Nepeta shrieked happily, bouncing up and down like some sort of excited kitten. "Look Equius, Tavros has legs! This is pawsitively great!"
"I can see that, Nepeta." Equius glanced briefly at Tavros before fixing his eyes back on her. He, as per usual, didn't seem to have any emotions.
Nepeta turned back to Tavros. "How does it feel? You know, walking?"
"Well, uh, I suppose it's easier now than it was when I first used, the temporary ones, you know, before I, um, got these ones. But, I guess it's still a little difficult."
"I'd strongly recommend not partaking in any strenuous activity or generally horsing around." Equius interjected.
"Enough with the horse puns! Jeez, you're so weird!" Nepeta giggled, clinging onto Tavros' left arm with her right, and Equius' right arm with her left, and dragged them into the school building before the 'rush' got any thicker than it already had.
It was Study Hall, fifth period when the letter from his pen pal arrived. Tavros had been fidgeting excitedly all morning and during lunch hour. The receptionist placed the letter silently on his desk before giving him a silent smile and exiting. Tavros looked around the study hall, which was quiet, so much so that one could drop a pin and it would echo throughout the room.
He started to tear open the envelope, cringing from the loud ripping from the paper and the acidic glares from the teacher.
He read the letter with a small smile on his face.
"Gamzee Makara...I, hope we do become friends." He said, a little too loudly.
"Shhh!"
"Sorry."
A/N: God dammit, Tavvy, Study Hall means be quiet.