[Gamzee was run ragged, bloody, and right out of his fucking mind. For the past day and a half, he'd been pummeling everything in sight, going far beyond a fatal blow in almost every case and reveling in the sick, churning feeling his guts got when he beat those bodies into the ground over and over again.
He was so far out of himself (or so clearly in his right mind?) that he hadn't given a single thought to the ties he may or may not have had to each person he'd attacked. He simply charged at them with a wide-eyed malice, propelled by the roaring voices in his head and the fury surging through his veins.
Finally, finally, he'd caught up to some other traitors members of the resistance. Look at those three, so neatly assembled that he could almost see the big, bright bow wrapping them all together. Maybe he'd make one for them when they were dead. Tie them all up nice and leave their bloodied stumps as a parting gift to whoever birthed this wonderful game. They looked so worn. So tired. Fed up with this whole shindig. If Gamzee were half the person he used to be, he'd surely be getting his most wicked of motherfucking sympathies on for them. Now he just wanted to bash their faces in.
It was early. He was insatiable, but he hadn't had time to enjoy a good stalk, yet. He followed a little bit behind, beaming to himself and passing the time by biting off chunks of coagulated blood from underneath his disgusting fingernails.]
[Closed] Gamzee, Red!Kanaya, Blue!Karkat and Yellow!Equius
He was so far out of himself (or so clearly in his right mind?) that he hadn't given a single thought to the ties he may or may not have had to each person he'd attacked. He simply charged at them with a wide-eyed malice, propelled by the roaring voices in his head and the fury surging through his veins.
Finally, finally, he'd caught up to some other
traitorsmembers of the resistance. Look at those three, so neatly assembled that he could almost see the big, bright bow wrapping them all together. Maybe he'd make one for them when they were dead. Tie them all up nice and leave their bloodied stumps as a parting gift to whoever birthed this wonderful game. They looked so worn. So tired. Fed up with this whole shindig. If Gamzee were half the person he used to be, he'd surely be getting his most wicked of motherfucking sympathies on for them. Now he just wanted to bash their faces in.It was early. He was insatiable, but he hadn't had time to enjoy a good stalk, yet. He followed a little bit behind, beaming to himself and passing the time by biting off chunks of coagulated blood from underneath his disgusting fingernails.]