I am back with another chapter. This might not be as good as the first chapter, seeing as most of it was written at 6 am.
Enjoy anyways and thanks to the people who left a review! You rock!
Gamzee let out a loud, scared sound and ducked the best he could, hearing his ancestor land right behind him. He was scared shitless, having heard plenty about his ancestor, the Grand Highblood, a ruthless killer who didn't care who he slaughtered, as long as there was blood he could use as paint on the walls of wherever he lived.
The younger of the two froze completely, waiting for the hit that would send him to his death, the hit he knew would come. When he hadn't gotten hit yet he turned around to look at his ancestor, eyes wide and a bit scared.
The large troll was just lying there, looking at him with bright, curious eyes. He blew some strands of hair out of his face and stared at the younger. After a few more moments he got into a sitting position, reaching out for his descendant and pulled him into his lap. Gamzee looked at his ancestor, the fear making it feel like someone had just thrown a handful ice cubes down the back of his shirt. He felt his ancestors large hands run up his ack, feeling along his horns, which caused him to shiver, and along his facial features.
"You look like me," the adult said after a few moments, clearly a bit surprised and happy. "Are you me?" The question was soft and genuinely curious, almost as if a child had asked it and it caused Gamzee to just stare.
The large troll, his ancestor, put his hand on his shoulder, letting his fingers find the youngers pulse. "Why is your bloodpusher beating so fast? Are you scared of something?" He asked his descendant, looking at him with that childish curiosity.
Gamzee stared for a few moments before answering. "A little bit, maybe..." He cringed inwardly when he realized that he sounded kind of like Tavros. Said brownblood was probably already halfway across the planet, having fled a few days before. He hadn't wanted to be culled, but to Gamzee that option was starting to look just a little bit preferable to his. He let out a surprised squeak when his ancestor pulled him into a tight hug, murmuring things to the younger.
"Oh no, please don't be scared.. Everyone is scared when they come in here and I don't know why... Please don't be scared, what are you so afraid of?" Gamzee blinked a few times, taking in his ancestors words. He was surprised by the grown ups childishness, a bit worried about his mental health. When talking about his ancestor, he'd always heard tales of a large, terrifying troll who only the bravest stood up against, a troll who had never been defeated in battle.
Now he was sitting on the floor of a room with the walls covered in blood, in the lap of someone who was, from what he'd gathered at least, just a wriggler in an adults body. He sighed and freed his arm so he could pat his ancestors head, the larger troll perking up at this. He looked at him as if it was the first time anyone had to he'd him gently, without the intention of hurting him and it caused Gamzee to sigh again.
"I'm not that scared... And can you tell me where I am and who you are?" He asked, voicing the question like he would to someone who was just barely out of the brooding caverns.
"Oh," the large troll said, sounding surprised by the question. "I don't really know where we are but this is my room. Isn't it pretty? My name is Algedi, but for some reason people here keep calling me sir and lord and I don't want that..." His voice was quite deep, a bit scratchy but it also held something that reminded Gamzee of the younger trolls he'd met earlier in the sweep.
He sighed and rested his head on his ancestors shoulder which just made the large troll giggle softly.
Gamzee wanted to go back home.
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