towerofanimus | where you're gonna find yourself

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where you're gonna find yourself

Characters: Gamzee Makara [OU] and Vriska Serket [OU]
Setting: Room 1-02 > Floor 6 (forest floor)
Format: Action
Summary: Vriska needs to complete her revenge cycle. So Gamzee has got to go.
Warnings: Death, giant spiders, language

[She's never been more angry in her life. That punishment had done nothing more than amplify the fire in her that had flared the moment Gamzee had killed her. Who the hell did he think he was, killing her? She was Vriska Serket, she was a god, this was total bullshit.

And that's precisely why she was there at Gamzee's door, knocking impatiently. She had plans for him, and she felt like asking him to meet her on the network would be too suspicious, and she didn't want to risk it. This way, at least, she could drag him to the forest if he didn't follow willingly. It all depended on how he was now- if he was still off or back to normal. She had to be prepared for either, and she's made sure she is this time.]

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[It was too soon for this. It was all too motherfucking soon and he wanted to go anywhere but where he was at that moment in time. Straddling the edge of a nightmare, battling the recurring flashes of blood and death clawing through his pan and realizing, realizing that he'd been the one that had reduced all of his friends to a splattered mess beneath the crushing weight of his clubs.

It made his stomach sick and hot and he could feel the acid churning, threatening to work its way up his throat any second. But it was a good kind of burn. He was disoriented from the dream, it had crushed and hurt him far beyond anything he was willing to admit, and the psychotic, violent encounter with his blockmates that had just transpired had worn severely on his taxed body and mind.

Despite being spent, the familiar shade of rage was falling over his eyesight again, burning through his veins and causing his fingers to twitch in anticipation, grasping for a weapon to start it all over again. The fiery anger was a white-hot point of focus for him. It made it so easy to drown out anything else. If he had this fury, he didn't need the sopor at the foot of his bed, crammed in the trunk. All he needed was this primal emotion, roaring even louder than the darkness and voices that had decided to take up residence in his head.

It was then that he sunk, legs giving out beneath him because he'd just died, and even though the wounds and pain were gone, he was still so, so tired. When the knock came at the door, it was all he could do to drag himself over to it. Both of his blockmates had since left. It was entirely too dangerous to stay in the same room as each other. So, he was left there, left alone. It was a weak echo of the dream he'd just woken from, but instead of hurting his insides with worry and despair, he was just angry.

His claws scraped against the doorknob as he twisted his knobby-knuckled fingers around it. One of those bastards had probably come back for some God-forsaken reason. Gamzee yanked the door open with much more force than was necessary, twisting up his face in a murky scowl. Dark bags had formed beneath his eyes, looking like he'd gotten socked in both - he probably had, now that he thought about it. Whoever had handled him between removing his corpse from the labyrinth and placing his body in his bed had failed to reapply his paint. He was gaunt and tired, a plain-faced zombie glowering down at--

Oh, motherfuck.]

[She looks pleased when he's the one who opens the door, and quick glance behind him brings a smirk to her face. His room is empty, that makes this much easier. She doesn't have to get him away from the room before she sets her plan in motion.]

Hey Makara. You're looking pretty shitty. I'm guessing you didn't win.

[What gave it away, sweetheart? He is so not in the mood for this.]

Lasted fuckin' longer than you all did, motherfucker.

[Her smile falls, and her eyes narrow dangerously.]

You got lucky. I would have made it to the end if it hadn't been for you. Point is you still lost and all that culling you did was for nothing. And you sure did kill the wrong person!

[Have I mentioned how he's not in the mood for this? His head is fucking killing him, he's sort of caught in the eye of a complete shithive meltdown, and this fucking bitch is now refusing to leave well enough alone.]

Thought "lucky" was all somethin' what's to be more your motherfuckin' shtick. Guess you were all to be at droppin' the motherfucking dice on that one, too.

[He's practically spitting the words in her face. Actually, he's probably doing it literally. He would be so, so much angrier if he wasn't on the verge of passing out in exhaustion.]

Culled every motherfucker's ass what's got in my fucking way. You ain't nothin' special, Spidertits. Ain't no motherfuckin' exception.

That labyrinth was fucking with my powers. That's the only reason you won. [So what if it's a lie, and she'd had her powers at the time. She's not going to let him know that. It sounds less pathetic this way.]

Really, then who the hell stopped you in your tracks? Because someone culled your worthless ass.

[Her fists are clenching and unclenching, and she wants nothing more than to punch him in that stupid fucking face of his. Who did he think he was, making a fool of her? Everyone in the tower had seen that embarrassing display. But not yet, she wants to bait him more. Really piss him off before she takes him down. She's in control here.]

I--

[Oh, fuck. On a list of things he did not want to fucking dwell on, at the top was getting his shit handed to him. Being mangled up and twisted on the prongs of that fucking trident. He cycled rapidly through anxiety, disgust, regret, and finally settled on bitter anger before he tired himself out and was reduced to gnashing his fangs in frustration.]

The fuck you all up in my motherfucking lookstubs for, weakling fuckin' piece of blueblood trash!?

[Ugh, his head. Just get the fuck out of here already, you stupid bitch!]

YOU ALL WANT YOUR FUCKING SELF SLAUGHTERED A MOTHER FUCKING GAIN, MOTHERFUCKER?

The only one dying today is you, Makara. And this isn't a damn thing you can do about it. Try to stop me, go ahead.

[She doubts she can manipulate him with ease like he is now, when there doesn't appear to be a haze clouding his mind. She wonders what's different - is this what the sopor slime was stopping? She can't be sure what's going on from the surface enough to take advantage, so for the first time in forever she drops the wall around her mind, lets his mental state seep into her consciousness. It's a little overwhelming, but the first weakness she picks up on is exhaustion. She can work with that. Even if manipulation won't work, she can probably at least put him to sleep.]

Fuck--!!!

[His eyes snap open in surprise as he takes a tumble back a few steps. He'd never been assaulted like this before, and now extremely inexperienced and sensitive to any psychic intrusion, his powers were out of control in a hasty backlash. It felt like his mind was being pulled inside-out, led by a black, twisting force intent on clawing straight into Vriska's mind as she had done to him.

He regained control, regained his composure, regained his anger, channeling it through this darkness and blasting it forth with no restraint, moving to envelop and devour this manipulative thinkpan.

What he got instead was a flurry of thoughts and feelings that definitely were not his own. He couldn't make heads or tails of them at first, but they were all sickening, anxiety-ridden. They were Vriska's. Her fears, her secrets, her flaws and her weaknesses.

He was too focused to speak, he would have loved to taunt her. Dangle these pathetic revelations right in front of her face. But he was pounding fear into her like a maniac, emptying what reserves of physical and mental energy he'd ever hoped to save up, and it was because of this carelessness that he failed.

It became too much in an instant, and he felt like he was going to be sick, eyes rolling back for a moment as he grappled at the air to keep steady on his feet. The surge of power and all visions of Vriska's mind had vanished abruptly, as had the overpowering darkness that had taken up his head. It was spent and clear only briefly, before he felt her take him over completely. He was too taxed to retaliate this time, he'd wasted his energy. He was useless and easy prey.]

[The rush of his thoughts against her own is staggering, and it's pretty apparent she wasn't prepared for his mind to push back against hers like this. But that's fine, because he exhausts himself before he can overwhelm her completely and she's back in control of this situation again. She's the one overwhelming him, and that's the way she wants it. Needs it so that she can put him to sleep.]

Nap time, Gamzee.

[Once he's been put to sleep, she'll drag him to the forest, keeping out of sight. And she'll only wake him again once he's been mostly wrapped in Spidermom's silk. She wants him to see the way he's going to die, and she doesn't really consider what the consequences of that might be.]

[As soon as he felt himself fading, it was too late to panic. The last words he heard out of her would have been met with a snarl of disapproval - if he'd lasted that long. He was out almost instantly, crumpling to the ground in a heap of sharply-angled bones and horns, and he wouldn't awaken until much, much later.]

[When he did rise again, he'd thought he'd been killed. He couldn't move - just as he couldn't earlier on, after the Condesce had done him in, after he'd been paralyzed in his bed, safe and sound, save for the memories of everything that had transpired and the new, unfamiliar darkness in his mind. He shook the thoughts of pretty easily, though, as more of his fried-out pan began to work. He was not in his room. He hadn't died... yet.]

[What the fuck was around his body!? It was so fucking tight, he could feel the circulation being cut off, well, everywhere. Panicked squirming yielded no satisfactory results - it only made him more anxious when he realized he couldn't move at all. His breaths came quick and heavy, now, filled with nerves and maddening rage. What the fuck was going on!?]

[...Vriska.]

[Vriska. Where the fuck was she!? She was the last thing he remembered. This... this fucking spider silk everywhere had to be because of her. With a final grunt and attempt to wiggle himself free, he was able to move his head just enough to have his gaze dart around the area frantically, trying to spot her.]

[She perched on a limb nearby, but it's not her that he should be worried about. Rather, he should be worried about the spider beneath her, taking up a good bit of the clearing with her girth. She seems to have backed off after she'd wrapped him up, no doubt at Vriska's request.

When Vriska sees him awake, her smile widens to sadistic levels. Seeing him helpless like that fueled the dark part of her that demanded violence and revenge for all the things she'd ever been wronged for.]

Well, well. Look who's finally awake. Did you have a nice nap?

[She cocks her head, eyeing him before her eyes flick down to the lusus resting on the ground.]

Not yet. Soon, I promise.

[She doesn't worry him at all, fuck you! Everything is totally fine and under motherfucking control. He just... is completely restricted physically. No. Big. Deal.]

[But holy fuck, there's a huge fucking spider underneath him. It's the most God damn ugly thing he'd ever seen. Its beady eyes were fixed on him, writhing around in that fucking silk cocoon like a stupid wiggler. It was mortifying, this. Being stared down like a late lunch from some repulsive excuse for a lusus, while simultaneously having the one bitch whose neck you wanted so badly to wring and wring until it snapped clean off of her body mocking you all the while. If he focused on the vastly infuriating nature of the situation, it would be easier to forget the worlds of terror that were gripping him. Worlds of terror that he would never, ever admit to.]

FUCK YOU!

[A man of many words and well-crafted retorts.]

[She laughs, mocking and condescending as she presses her foot dangerously close to the silk holding Gamzee up.]

Look at you, cocooned like a fucking wriggler. No way to pupate like you need to. You almost look too pathetic to kill.

[Her smiles widens a tick.]

Almost.

[And then her foot is kicking the cocoon, sending a vibration through the web and grabbing the spider's attention. It scurries up toward him, pedipalps flashing out to grab him and hold him once she was close enough to sink her fangs in.]

It's too bad you won't stay dead for good. But maybe we'll get lucky and you will.

[Her words were getting to him. He had an ego, dammit! He wanted to reach out with his fangs and rip that fucking foot right off of its ankle. She was too motherfucking smug. In all the days he spent being afraid of her, it was because of this exact behavior. Entitled, cocky, obsessed with vengeance, physical and mental manipulation - all around she was easily someone to keep your distance from. But that was when he was a brainless idiot, more concerned with floor tiles and flashing lights than putting a bitch in her proper motherfucking place.]

[Granted, it was hard to put anyone in their place when you were literally pretty firmly rooted in yours. Fuck, she had the advantage, didn't she? He'd fucked up, back there. In his room. She'd busted in, psychic guns blazing, and taken him down while he was easy prey. He grit his teeth.]

Same old song and motherfucking dance with you, Spidertits. Ain't all got nothing goin' for you unless you're workin' to get all settling a fuckin' score with someone what's bested your ass, ain't you?

[Then, she kicks that vile thing containing him, eliciting a groan of displeasure. The blow didn't really hurt, seeing as it was cushioned quite extensively by the silk, and he almost rejoiced in that fact before he noticed the Thing was on the move. Headed.

Right.

Towards.

Him.]

[FUCK.]

[The spider was on him in an instant, and despite trying to save face and despite failing at saving face and despite being reduced to thrashing about in a futile escape attempt, there were fangs in his stomach, a gut-wrenching scream being ripped out of his mouth, and nothing he could do about any of it.]

I've got plenty going for me, Makara. Settling this score with you isn't even at the top of my list. But it was the easiest thing to get to first. I knew you'd be an easy prey.

[How will he feel that the last thing he hears is manic laughter and his bones crushing beneath sharp fangs? Vriska doesn't get up to leave now that the feeding has started. She usually does once she knows there's no hope for them. But this is different. This is revenge and she's going relish in every sweet drop of it.

It's a shame he can't stay awake for the entire show. No matter how strong her psychic powers are, the lusus' venom is stronger and will have him paralyzed and unconscious sooner than she'd like.]

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