SORRY, I HAVEN'T BEEN FEELING ALL TO WELL.. ANYWAYS, HERE IS A NEW CHAPTER. (:B I'M BECOMING A LITTLE MORE INTO THIS.. I JUST WISH I HAD A FEW MORE REVIEWS LIKE I DID BEFORE. ANYWAYS, WALLA!
Your sore eyes flutter open... Your head is throbbing, and your jaw is sore beyond belief. You hear a few footsteps coming forwards. The cuffs on your wrists have cooled; feeling wet and rather... cool. Water? A new feeling is coming to you in the pit of your stomach.. emptiness. You're hungry. If you had all of your teeth, you most likely wouldn't be in this situation, let alone having it gone this far. Now that you think about it, you and Gamzee were moirails. This is why he's doing it to you. This is his Dark Carnival. He wants you to enjoy the ride the best you can... consider it done if that's the case. You know you would give anything to leave, anything to go back in time. To stop it all.
"Honk."
You jump a little, ears perking back at the sound. You cringe a little, not wanting to move. "..." You dare not speak. But what is heard next surprises you.
"Hungry mother fucker? I got some wicked miracles for you, yo." He laughed, holding a bowl. You're curious... then... like that you want to upchuck all of your stomach fluids. It smells like rotten bodies, blood, and a dash of something you rather not guess. It makes you sick to your stomach, and now grimace at the smell. He turns it enough and... oh.. god no.
Olive green soup, an eye floating in it, a few teeth and nails and... hair... it looks to have some chopped up horns and a poor excuse of a tongue. "Gamzee-" You hick, trying to move away, "Don't tell me 'at's Nepeta-" You do your best to pronounce words without your front few teeth. You wriggle and whimper a little. This is just plain sick. It's worse, ad lower than you'd expect from Gamzee. Gamzee chuckled and shook his head.
"it's our Feline friend and that bee too. Haha, they go well together bro..." He chuckled and picked up an eye. "Too well.. so I had to add in a bit of hair from Eridan and some horn dust from Tav. You know, mix it up a little. But I'm not the best chef in the land so I suppose it'll motherfucking do.. I added in some faygo and sopor slime if you want..."
"I.. ought' we were out o' sopor slime-" You whimper a little, feeling something about to come up. Gamzee smirked widely.
"Yeah, we are.. so I wonder what it was I put in..." The way he says it is obviously some kind of joke it him. He knows what he put in it.. "Neps blood... her eyes... Sollux's minced skin and a bit of his think pan... Eridans hair, and Tav's horn tips... what else... oh, Nepeta's and Sollux's teeth and nails... and..." This clown is one hell of a sick fuck. He's going to make you pu- "Terezi's tongue." That was the trigger.
You jerk forwards, stomach heaving hard. Red stomach fluids spew out, covering your chin, neck and the top of your shirtless chest. To make matters worse, you can't breath because your choking on your own vomit. The acids burns your stitches and gums of your mouth. You start to whimper, falling back and wriggling around to catch air. The taste of your vomit, causes you to upchuck again. Red tear buds form in your eyes as you whimper and wriggle around to get free, but the cuffs are holding you down. The cuffs have cooled, but they've smolded to your wrists.
Gamzee's laughing.
He pulls a chair up next to you, and sits down. With a spoon in his hand he dips it in the bowl, and pulls it out... he made sure to get a lock of hair, nail, and part of a horn.. You start to squirm away but he stops for a moment and spoons in a bit of vomit off of your chin. "Open." He commanded. You shake your head, moving your face away. "I said open, mother FUCKER!" He yells. You shake your head and whimper softly. He sets the bowl down. "I said.." He grips your chin tightly. You wince, "Mother FUCKING." He yanks it down hard, the stitches snapping and opening. "OPEN!" He laughs, shoving the disgusting shit down your throat. You choke, tears tracing the side of your temples as you are forced to swallow this... this... You're not even sure what to call it.
You start to wriggle and begin to upchuck again. He forces your mouth shut, the remaining teeth you had shoved into the gums of your missing teeth, causing terrible pain. He plugs off your nose, as vomit runs up to escape. Now you're choking. You can't breath, you can't throw up. Please, please die. Please-
The vomit forces it's self out of your nose and fills your mouth. Gamzee let go and watched as you jerked forwards, coughing it up and spitting it out, your blood tracing in it. You let out cries of pain, and just sobs as red tears fall freely. You don't care about being the composed leader anymore. You don't care about holding your composure. He broke you. He fucking broke you. "Pea-!" You cry, shaking your head, sobs escaping, and cries. "Plea- no more-! No more!"
Gamzee just watches you, that smile fading slowly. You cry, praying that this brought to his attention would snap him out of thi- "AGH!" He slams a cold hard fist into your jaw.
"Mother fucker, you weren't suppose to vomit what I cook you!" He growled and started to laugh again.
BE THE HAWKS EYE
"AUGH!"
Is the cry heard from the monitor. You cringe, feeling sick yourself. What you just witnessed was not what you could call 'In good hands.'
God damn it, that kid... if no one steps in to help, he's going to get killed. You better inform your boss about this. His kids dying and if you don't do a damn thing, then he'll be gone for good. You remember hearing something about your boss meeting this kid a while back. He said something about adopting him? Whatever the case may be, this kids dying and you know your boss isn't going to handle accepting a weak kid for a son.
Reaching down, you grab the walky-talky that's strapped casually to your pants. Clicking on the talk button, you page in. "Slick, get your ass down here. There is something going on, I think you might have something to do for a while.
"what the fuck is it now diamonds. im a little busy planning out our next-"
"Just get down here now, sir."
Your name is Diamonds Droog, and now you are the kids last hope. While Slick takes his sweet ass time to get down here, you decide to try and help this kid out. Right now, you see that clown walking away to leave this kid alone. Now's your chance:
'Hey, kid.'
AND WITH THAT I LEAVE IT ALONE TO LINGER. THE MIDNIGHT CREW MAY NOT GET INVOLVED... COULD THIS JUST BE MY TEASER? HEHE...
ANYWAYS, (:B REVIEW.. PLEASE? LOL. I'M TRYING TO MIX THIS UP, AND MAKE IT DISGUSTING AS FUCK. (:B