The last two chapters are going to rip you apart. Im sorry.

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Chapter 3- Twisted Smile

Those cold, cruel eyes.

Those gentle hands, no one could have ever thought they would have done anything so horrible, and so vile to the core.

Tavros shook as his back hit the cold wall of the place.

"Gamzee…?"

Honks echoed throughout the empty hallways, sending chills down his spine; those honks seem to come out different directions.

Tavros glanced at the blood on the walls, different colors mimicking a sickening rainbow.

"Taaaaaaav bro… where aaaaaareeee yooou?"

Tavros was far from his chair, he couldn't move even if he wanted to. His newly refined legs had been crushed during the lunatic façade. He was again, useless. He thought of that last part, he was useless, so useless he might as well be killed like the rest. That small hope though, lingered inside of him, the same hope that maybe, just maybe he can convince Gamzee to be himself and break through this.

Tears streamed down his face, as he huddled against himself further. He wished his little bull like friend was still alive, he missed tinkerbull… He felt like that was his only friend besides Gamzee- but now Gamzee had lost his mind, and the friendship.

"Please…"

Gamzee stood, back against the wall.

"Tav bro….." The troll looked up to his name being called, and quickly looked down.

Gamzee lowered his weapon, and took off Terezi's shades. It seemed he had killed her before going after him. Tavros looked up when indigo blood dripped on his hand.

Three slash marks, decorated Gamzee's face.

Tavros's breath hitched, Nepeta; those were claw marks. Gamzee really had killed almost everyone- Karkat had been warning everyone of something, but Tavros was quickly forced away from his grubtop before he could read it.

Gamzee reached a multi colored stained hand to his face.

"G-Gamzee… please… Don't do this…"

The claws started to scrape his skin, drawing out his brown blood; they slowly slid to his neck.

Just a taste of all that will come to be- I'm alone, but not as long as you are with me.

Gamzee's grip loosened as both hands flew to his head, screaming in agony as he forced himself on the other side of the room.

"SHUT UP! SHUT THE MOTHER FUCK UP!"

Tavros stared as Gamzee fought with himself; he slowly started crawling towards him.

"Gamzee… Shhh…It's uh… alright I guess… We can fix this; we can ask Karkat if we can reverse this. Surely there is a way to bring everyone back to life. We brought a few others back before."

Gamzee looked up, hatred still lingered in those eyes, but Tavros could sense the real Gamzee in there, barely conscious.

"Tav…. Get the fuck out of here…"

Tavros stayed still as Gamzee lowered his head onto Tavros's. Gamzee slowly close the space between them, his lips meeting the other troll's.

That was the last thing Tavros remembered before encircling his arms around Gamzee, and feeling of a blade through his neck.


Tavros woke up, tears stained across his cheeks. He had this weird dream, he had other weird dreams, but this was the first he had in a long time.

Tavros's attention was directed to the figure beside him.

Gamzee.

The tears threatened to spill again, but he quickly pushed it away. He noticed the makeup was washed off during some point of his stay. A dim screen was lighting up the room, along with the blinking light of Karkat's phone. Speaking of, Karkat was sitting adjacent from them on a nearby chair, asleep.

A memory flashed through his mind, the memory of what they did before they had dozed off. They were watching some movie Karkat insisted, John was there too. Tavros looked around and didn't find John. He probably took Karkat's bed, since his shoes and articles of clothing were scattered on the floor.

"Hmnnhm….."

Gamzee rolled around, trapping Tavros from moving out from the couch.

A blush appeared on cheeks.

"Uh Gamzee... uhm."

Gamzee stayed there, not moving, just snoring away.

Tavros sighed as he adjusted himself and tried to go to sleep. He did go to sleep, but barely noticed a pair of arms encircling him around his waist, and a low mumble.

"Good night Tav…"


Gamzee got up early and headed to the bathroom.

He cautiously dabbed a finger over his scars, the makeup long gone. He winced and pulled back sharply before doing the same thing once again.

'You got those scars from winning brother… don't cover them up.'

Gamzee froze.

"Shut….up."

'You know it, we are higher than them, higher than mother fucking-'

"GET OUT!" Gamzee swung wildly, slamming his hand on the sink, breaking the bowl.

Gamzee hissed and held his bloody hand to his face, the smell of iron and despair lingered there, before he caught his crazed gaze in the mirror. His hand gradually slid across his face, leaving a bloody trail.

"Uh... Gamzee are you…. GAMZEE?!"

The gaze switched to panic mixed with rage before it died down to a soft sober cry of pity.

Tavros had his back to the wall, door pried open due to peeking, but now fully. Gamzee fought himself on how to explain this- he couldn't tell him that the voices pestered and taunt him of his 'past'. He also couldn't tell Tavros of his dreams, for the kid wouldn't even bother talking to him.

Gamzee didn't want to be left alone… certainly not with the voices again.

"I …. Hey Tav bro when did you get legs?" Tavros looked down and blushed; he had gotten some new legs from Nepeta's friend that worked in the flower shop, who happened to be good at mechanics.

"Oh.. uh.. Nepeta's friend kinda made these for me, since... Karkat's apartment doesn't have ramps… Er… your hand..."

Gamzee nodded with a lazy smile before looking back down at his hand.

Shit.

"I… Uh… had a fight with the sink, mother fucker." Tavros giggled slightly before grabbing Gamzee's hand, putting a bandage from the cabinets, onto his palm.

"Karkat had teached me how to make sure you're alright.. and uh.. stuff, you were knocked out so you wouldn't remember- or know haha…" Gamzee watched as Tavros fiddled with the bandages, every now and then he would glance up to meet the other's eyes, just to blush and apologize before fixing the messy aid.

Gamzee found himself leaning closer as he watched the other; the other stopped and looked up once Gamzee's forehead touched his.

"Uh Gamzee… your uhm... a bit close.. and uh.. hot."

"Oh I'm hot aren't I?" Gamzee laughed causing Tavros to stutter and fumble with the roll of bandages. He reached down the same time the other did to pick them up, hands brushing.

"Uh…s-sorry… I dropped it so let me get it."

"Nah, mother fucker let me get it, I did this shit so at least me pick the shit up."

Tavros opened his mouth but was cut off, by a pair of hands upon his cheeks. He looked up, lost for words as Gamzee connected their lips.


The next update is 7days from this update.

Preview:

"I'M GOING TO KILL... ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!"

Gamzee stood there, a mad grin plastered on his face, while his gaze screamed out for someone to help him.

"And paint wicked pictures with your mother fucking blood..."

This was some fucked up dream wasn't it...- No, it was reality.