Note- This one's kinda short sorry. And I'm going to update this story every day for a while I hope. I promise I will tomorrow and the next day, but after that I don't know. Hope for the best! My version of how Gamzee went insane.

Rated M for blood I guess. Cusring too.

Uploaded Friday June 1st 2012

Warning angst ahead

Best Bros Chapter 3

I'm going to murder you

Gamzee didn't know that anything could hurt as badly as what he was experiencing. If felt like someone had stuck their claws in his chest and were trying to rip him apart. His head throbbed painfully with realization as his shoulders shook with his silent cries. Light purple tears fell on the sunken cheeks of the head in his lap.

Gamzee's face was blank, the only hints to his despair being the shaking of his shoulders and the tears from his eyes. He stared into the once bright brown eyes of the person whom he had loved more than anything. Tavros Nitram was dead.

His brown blood splattered across the floor seeped into the baggy spotted pants of the currently barefooted Gamzee Makara.

Gamzee stared at the scared expression on Tavros's face before he reached out and gently closed his eyes. If he hadn't known better, Gamzee would've thought he was sleeping. It was the puddle of brown blood surrounding him that kept reminding him.

Gamzee growled violently, remembering just how his love had died. Vriska Serket. That was the bitches name. The bitch who had stabbed poor Tavros in the chest with his own weapon. Picturing his love writhing in pain, his weapon jutting out of his chest, made something inside Gamzee snapped.

Gently placing Tavros's head onto the ground, he kissed his love's lips for the first and last time, before he stood up. His tears had dried up, and were replaced by the most pissed off look anyone insane enough could muster.

He scowled darkly, and violently withdrew his clubs from his sylladeck. Vriska had killed Tavros. Vriska was going to fucking die. Everyone was going to fucking die. As he started walking, he ran his hand over one of the dark grey metal walls that surrounded him. The blood that coated his fingers left a bright brown stain that stretched across the metal. Gamzee snarled.

He made a promise to himself then. When he ran into Vriska, he was going to get her. He was going to make the bitch fucking suffer. She was going to beg him to kill her. His face stretched in an insane snarl.

Brown wouldn't be the only color on the walls tonight.