Brown. Brown was everywhere. It coated his hands. He felt it on his lips. He could taste the metallic flavor that got his blood pumping.

The glow of his laptop set him in a trance. It made him think. It wasn't the glow. No. It was the words. They were foggy though. They were purple and brown words. Brown was splattered on the screen.

He put his hand on the glow to read, to still the room.. Everything was spinning. He took his hand off and looked around the room quickly. He rose to his feet. He looked around. The room was spinning.

What was that? Paint? What was that in the corner? A mannequin head? No. Real. It was real. It was blood, not paint.

Tavros's voice. "Gamzee, what happened?"

Gamzee jolted awake. He was covered in sweat, his blankets thrown off his bed, and curled in a ball. He stretched himself from the uncomfortable position, his whole body hurting for a moment. He must've been like that all night.

He looked over at his clock. All night? It wasn't even day yet, almost 2:00 am. He sat up and put his head in his hands, trying to shake the I-just-woke-up-and-I'm-a-bit-dizzy feeling. He took a deep breath and flopped back down, staring up at his ceiling.

"They're getting more vivid," Gamzee thought. He'd been having these dreams, dreams of another reality. In these dreams, there was Tavros and him. And that fact was the only thing that seemed to stay consistent. It was always Gamzee and Tavros. But in each dream, something different happened. And even though everything was different, blood was guaranteed. Gamzee didn't know how he knew that the colorful substances were blood; he just did. At first, he assumed paint. But his brain corrected him.

In these dreams, the setting around him always spun, making him think of how a spider spins its web; the fact that a spider was brought up made him incredibly angry for some reason. As each dream passed, the next one became more clear. The spinning would slow a little and the blur would lift slightly. Gamzee didn't want to keep having these dreams, knowing that if they continued the blur and spinning would cease completely, and he didn't know if he was ready to see what lie behind them. He'd much rather run away from his dreams, go back to dreaming of an alive and healthy Tavros and pies and soda. These dreams were ruining him, giving him a sense of amnesia that he couldn't shake. It was like a big boulder in his mind that he couldn't push passed, blocking the way to his memories, and it was the single most frustrating thing he could think of.

Gamzee figured these dreams wouldn't be so bad if Tavros didn't die in every single one of them. In every dream, there was brown blood. He only knew it was Tavros's because of his decapitated head lying in the corner, leaking out the brown substance. It was the most vile thing he had ever seen, and it terrified him. He was so scared, so depressed at just the slight glimpse of it. It made him want to vomit. But at the same time, it gave him something that couldn't be explained in words. Closure? No. No. It as the exact opposite of closure. It was like he was using the head to hang on to his best friend, keep him close to make sure he never forgot he existed.

Gamzee shook his head and grabbed his phone from the little table beside his bed. He quickly skimmed down his contacts list, looking for Tavros. He clicked, "Send Text To" and started typing.

"i had another dream. they're becoming clearer, tav. i'll be over tomorrow for sure. i love" He paused and erased what he was about to type. He didn't want to worry him. So, he sent the text with the "I love you." cut off and his typing quirk absent. Hopefully, he didn't worry his boyfriend too much.

Not expecting a reply any time soon, Gamzee rose from his mattress and wandered over to his fridge. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and walked over to his balcony. He sat down in a lawn chair and munched on his Fruit Loops, waiting for the sun to come up, because he knew he wasn't going back to sleep until he saw Tavros alive and breathing.

8:00 am. The home was open for visitors now. Gamzee was already halfway there. He still hadn't gotten his text back from Tavros yet. He was probably still asleep though; the motherfucker would sleep all day if you let him. But that too was something Gamzee admired about Tavros Nitram. No matter what happened, he could still be calm enough to get a lot of shut-eye.

Now that he actually thought of it, there were a lot of qualities Gamzee wished he had of Tavros's, and he couldn't understand how he had such a low self-esteem. The man was near perfection. Before he knew it, Gamzee was listing off thing after thing that he admired about the Taurus in his mind, a blush spreading behind his makeup as he day-dreamed. There was this and that, not to forget that adorable thing, also this and this other thing too, oh and the-

Gamzee snapped out of it as soon as the bus stopped in front of the home. He grabbed his bag and did a half-jog thing down the aisle, giving a 'thank you' and a 'sorry i must have dozed off there' to the driver. He ran off the bus and up the path to his Tavros.

Once inside, he waved to Aradia, and up the stairs he went. He turned the doorknob and clicked on the lights to find Tavros still in his bed. The man groaned and muttered, "Hi, Gamzee." He shifted and turned over, the blankets getting all tangling around him. Gamzee laughed and bent over to free him from them, grabbing the sheets from under him and pulling them out. As he was leaning over, he couldn't help but notice that Tavros's eyes were puffier than usual, and his face had gotten paler. Gamzee got a concerned look on his face and put the back of his hand on Tavros's forehand.

He immediately pulled back, "Ouch, motherfucker. You're burning up. Does anyone know about this?"

"I didn't know myself," Tavros replied, "Thought it was just one of those days where I feel like shit."

"Here. I'll go get somebody. Maybe they can give you some pills or some shit," Gamzee said, putting his bag on the floor and adding stupidly, "Don't go nowhere."

"Honestly, I don't really know where I would go, but okay, I guess."

Shit's going down.

Also, I just wanted to add some notes to this chapter about Gamzee's behavior. This little paragraph thing is completely optional, and you don't have to read it. It's just me rambling about my headcanons and shit ok.

Okay, well. As I was writing this chapter, I couldn't help but notice how human!Gamzee and Gamzee would be so different mentally. I think that they would be this way because of the way they were brought up. In troll society, Gamzee is raised in a harsher environment, because that's normal. Well in human society, Gamzee would be taught, even if he father wasn't around, that killing is a no-no, whereas on Alternia killing would be acceptable and is probably normal, because it shows power.

I really wanted to show the differences in their personalities because of this fact. Like, showing human!Gamzee what his alternate universe self did would probably traumatize him on so many levels.

And on another note, usually my human!Gamzee takes medication to calm his tits, but in order for this AU to work, I had to make him use the oh-so-popular version, weed. I don't really like that headcanon, but the whole story kind of revolves around it. My original Gamzee takes pills to get rid of the visions and things he sees (aka everything from troll!Gamzee's timeline), but I couldn't do that here, so (BAM!) nightmares!

So, to wrap up my rambling, Gamzee is a bit off due to the fact that he's human, and Gamzee's character basically revolves around the fact that he is a troll. I do believe he is the trolliest of the trolls, due to his aggressive nature. Lol. So, if you think a chunk of Gamzee is missing, it's because he's not using troll words that make up his dialogue, and he's not totally insane.

Okay, I'll see you next chapter. Stay beautiful.