People were everywhere. Terezi, Karkat, and Gamzee had started a snowball fight, and Equius and Nepeta quickly down the hills on sleds. Sollux, Aradia, Feferi, and Eridan were creating a snowman, using the purple-blooded seadweller's scarf, and Kanaya and Rose were just making snowballs in the snow. A few of the humans were spinning around on the ice, accompanied by Vriska, and that John child had even created his own mini blizzard.

You sighed to yourself, smiling at them. What lucky kids. Twirling and dancing and even flying! Imagine feeling your own legs, being able to move them in ways that looked so much fun to you. Not robot legs; real ones, made out of your own flesh and blood. Okay, you admitted, a lot of people didn't have to just imagine that sensation; but you did. And it was the cause of a lot of nights in which you cried yourself to sleep.

Your name is Tavros Nitram, and you've been forced to use a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Well, not really; that highblood horseboy Equius had made you a pair of robot legs, and they were totally badass. You'd bet a lot of people would kill to have some robot legs. You weren't one of them. You'd come to the conclusion that in life, people only got what they didn't want. Aside from Vriska of course, but she was a nasty bitch who cheated and lied to get her way.

That was beside the point.

The point was, as you sat there twiddling your thumbs and watching everyone have fun, you might've been the most jealous living thing on all of Alternia. If Eridan or Nepeta were in this situation instead of you, you knew they'd get more attention than this! Even Karkat, a mutant, would!
You grumbled to yourself, pushing back tears of frustration. Crying won't stop anything, dipshit, you told yourself. Not a single thing.

"You look sad, Tavbro. What's wrong?"

Jumping in surprise, you looked up to see a very familiar highblood troll. He was looking at you with curiosity in his foggy, indigo eyes, rubbing his hands together to warm up. He kneeled down, meeting your height.

"A-Ah! Gamzee, I didn't notice you!" That came out sounding much more flustered then it was supposed to. Gamzee Makara grinned, and you stuttered incoherently for a moment before coughing into your mittens.

"Hey, chill out motherfucker. What's got you all up and blushing for?"

"Wha-?! I'm not blushing!"

"I dunno, brother, you look pretty blushing to me."

"I-I just didn't expect anyone to come over here." You took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes with the sleeve of your coat, and smiled back at him. "Uh, sorry."

"No need to apologize." He replied simply, and you were reminded yet again of why you considered him your best friend. Nobody else was this nice, nobody. Maybe you were taking advantage of Gamzee, considering his constant lack of sobriety, but it just felt so sincere that you liked to pretend he actually considered you a pal.

And who knows, maybe he did.

"Ah- okay. Um... why'd you come over here? Weren't you having a snowball fight with Terezi over Karkat?"

"How'd you know?" He cocked his head, surprised, and then laughed. "You're one observant motherfucker, y'know?"

"N-Not really! I mean, I was just... sitting here and watching everyone play." You forced a smile. "It's nice." The words were painful to say, and you could tell he noticed that, too. If anything, Gamzee Makara was the observant troll here. He scooted forward and put his cold hands on your cheek, and you felt a shiver run down your back. His expression was suddenly serious, and frighteningly sober as well.

"Tav." He started, and you gulped. That was the wrong thing to say to him. "You're motherfucking lying to me. If you aren't having fun at any time at all, you all up and wheel over to wherever I am and tell me. I'll fix that. You can say it however you want, I don't care. But don't you ever, ever, ever motherfucking lie to me. Are we clear, brother?"

"Y-yes..."

"I can't fucking hear you."

"Y-yes, we're clear!"

And just like that, his smile returned and he pressed his lips to yours for a moment before standing back up and hugging you tightly. After a moment of hesitation you returned it, letting out a few uneven breaths of relief. Gamzee terrified you sometimes. So why did you love him so much?

He only does it because he cares about me, you told yourself, and it was true. Gamzee was a highblood; he couldn't be totally normal. No one was. But he doesn't mean to scare me. And it shouldn't be scary, Tavros. It's... reassuring.

"How about we motherfucking have some fun, then?"

"G-Gamzee, how are we gonna- ah!" He'd picked you up. Just like that, he'd picked you up and thrown you onto his back and you were in the air! "Gamzee!"

"Are you all up and ready for playtime, brother?"

"...Y-Yeah!" And he ran back to his friends. Your friends. You had fun.

And it was all thanks to the motherfucking miracle that was Gamzee Makara.