Notes: A new take on what happened that fatefull night. Written in a few minutes.
Warning: Blood and poor delusional trolls.
Uploaded: December 30th 2012
Concussed Part 4
One Month Later
Gamzee walked casually along the halls of the meteor, his feet tapping the metal floors with no particular rhythm. He was currently barefoot, and his face, which was usually painted so carefully, was completly smudged. He walked smoothly along, one hand in his pocket, the other throwing something up high into the air, before letting it fall, catching it and repeating the process.
A dark liquid dripped over his lips, but he either didn't notice or didn't care. Throwing the object up once more, Gamzee caught it easily, before placing it over his shoulder and putting his hand in his other pocket.
Still walking, Gamzee knelt his head onto his shoulder, savoring the chill the object gave him through the soft purple material. He'd made himself a new icepack. The corner of his mouth lifted up into a smile, remembering the events of the month prior. Remembering the people who had helped him through that hard time.
He was on his way to visit quite a few of them, actually.
He should have been surprised really. The effects of the accident still hadn't fully worn off. He still got headaches occasionally, and the lights hurt his eyes more than they used to. A few days ago he had solved this problem by turning all the lights in the halls almost completely off, something he had never had the privilege to do before. His moirails had expressed concern over his mental state after the accident, but he had shown them they had nothing to worry about.
He had made sure of it.
Humming quietly to himself, he quickened his pace. He had to hurry. After all, he didn't want to miss out on helping his best motherfucking friend.
He'd been surprised when it'd happened, especially to so many of his friends at the same time. Tav, Kan, Eri, Equ, Nep, the list continued. They'd all come down with head problems, not that he remembered now. He enjoyed treating each of their wounds, but Tav's was his favorite. That sad little motherfucker had a concussion, or so he figured.
The skin over his nose stung, and he frowned in annoyance. Pulling his left hand out of his pocket, he skimmed his fingers over his face, pulling them away once they were coated in a purple liquid.
Why was he bleeding again?
He shrugged, deciding he didn't care, and walked a little faster, the ice pack bouncing on his shoulder. He had his moirails to meet! He couldn't be late.
He stopped walking once he entered the main room, and saw each of his friends in a circle. He smiled at them and sat down, completely disregarding the puddles of yellow, purple, and pinkish liquid everywhere. He didn't see any of that anyway. Grinning lazily, Gamzee picked up his best fucking friend by the horns. It was so much easier picking up people when they didn't have a body.
Gamzee grinned down at Tav's scrunched up face. Interpreting it as a grimace, Gamzee tisked at his friend.
"Now now motherfucker. We gotta get some motherfucking miracles on, fixing that thinkpan of yours." Getting no response, Gamzee placed the icepack gently to the back of Tavros' head, then chuckled. He brought Tav's face up to his and rubbed their noses together, getting purple blood on his friends already bloody face. Gamzee laughed at the sight.
"You're so motherfuckin' cute Tavy."
Grinning, Gamzee placed his friend's head onto his lap, fluffing his hair up a bit. He didn't remember how they had all lost their heads in the first place, but he did know just how much nicer it was to be able to pick him up and do some bitching cuddling now that they were.
The only person who wasn't in the circle with him was the blue blood, Vriska Serket. He didn't remember how she'd died, but he did know that he'd gone fucking ballistic when he'd found her.
He'd ripped that bitch to shreds.
It was only fair, he concluded, glancing at the still toppled wheelchair in the corner. Justified. Terezi would have agreed.
This shit was all her fault in the first place.
Feeling Tav's head droop in his lap, Gamzee grinned and started petting around the base of Tav's horns.
"Sleep tight motherfucker." He wiped at a drip of blood on the side of Tav's mouth, not understanding that it had dried up so many hours ago.
He closed Tav's eyes for him, and then when his friend was 'comfortable,' he looked up at his friends.
And with eyes to wide for him, and a grin to match, Gamzee asked, "Alright! So who's next?"