FORGOTTEN
GAMZEE: TREK ACROSS
BY unnoticedTurmoil
You trek across. Whatever that means. You trek across the expanse of exposed dead area surrounding you for miles in every direction. Not that you give a crap. The desert at night is arid, a little chilly even. You brush some frozen snot from your nose and look up at the stars and moons. You remember that Karbro liked the stars. He didn't care much for the moons, but he really enjoyed looking up at those little miracles of light. You focus back on your destination. It wouldn't matter so much if you'd thought you didn't need to do this. But you know Karbro isn't Karbro anymore. And he didn't want to leave either. You're sure of it. He wouldn't leave you... would he? No! Don't think like that Gamzee, don't you dare.
WHY NOT?
IT'S NOT LIKE THE LITTLE RUNT EVER FLUSHED FOR YOU.
No, but he did care.
NOBODY ASKED YOU.
Too bad, they got an answer anyway.
THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE.
You don't make sense.
WHAT
Shake your head. You know it won't get rid of the voices, but it might quiet them for a moment. Just a moment. That's all you'll need to do this. You're doing something important. You're saving Karkat.