towerofanimus | 004 ♑ [fourth honk]

Characters: Gamzee and you!
Setting: First-floor hallway, a few days post-Labyrinth.
Format: Action.
Summary: Gamzee has been a bad, bad alien. In the wake of his murder spree and after being revenge-fed to a gigantic spider, he's pretty whacked out. Time for some angst and nerves and possibly drugs. Oh, and Faygo Play-Doh. COME PLAY!
Warnings: Angst, talk of murder, drugs, Gamzee's mouth. And Play-Doh because I like saying Play-Doh.

[Gamzee Makara was, surprisingly, Not Happy. Well, "surprisingly", because there was never a time prior where the gangly thing wasn't beaming from sponge clot to sponge clot, flitting about like gravity was simply an option undeserving of his attentions.

"Unsurprisingly", because there really wouldn't be any other emotion left to have in response to cracking under stress and withdrawal, gruesomely murdering your friends, and finally getting mangled up on the end of a trident with a prong through your head. All on display for the entire Tower to see! So, the friends that had managed to escape his homicidal rampage were probably just as afraid of him as the ones who weren't as lucky.

Not to mention, after all was said and done, Gamzee had been thoroughly thrashed into submission by his roommates after awakening in a rampage. Shortly after that, as payback from one of the not-friends he'd ended up offing, he'd been manipul8ed, knocked out, and woken up only to find himself being eaten alive by a spider.

He was not having a very good perigree.

However! Being infinitely taxed and possibly having a taste or three of sopor since waking ~~again~~ from his death had left him not completely miserable (if only because he was too exhausted and high to be miserable, but, details.)

He'd managed to drag himself out to the hallway on the first floor, not being able to get much farther than that after being a recluse for a good portion of the day. When it came down to it, he really wasn't quite sure if he'd wanted to isolate himself, or desperately seek the attention of the rest of the Tower. The indecision was eating him up, so he'd decided to scoot up against one of the walls, pie in his lap, and a few plastic containers at his side. These the Tower had granted him for participating in the experiment - assorted colors of Faygo Play-Doh. He'd recognized them from his hive (which had been destroyed long ago, but one learned quickly never to question the Tower, and he was particularly good at that part!)

After another swallow of slime, a familiar haze began to fall over him, leaving him teetering on the edge of lucidity. In this state, tired and useless, he popped the lids off of the containers and began squishing the putty between his bony fingers, immersing himself in the motions which effectively distracted him from everything else going on inside his think pan.]

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[Bleary staring he can understand. Bleary staring he gets. You are not alone in the bleary staring, because he's doing it right back at you until-- Oh, fuck. It's the quiet kid from before. From before all the shit happened and Gamzee ended up killing him. He... almost felt bad. He was willing himself to. The kid was so soft-spoken and such an unassuming sweetheart. The thoughts in Gamzee's head, should Yori choose to pay attention to them, wouldn't be as silent as the first time they'd met, and not nearly as cacophonous as the second time. They were jumbled and uncertain, followed by periods of quiet where he'd just stare back down at his Play-Doh guiltily.

After a while, he'd lift his heavy head, kneading the putty with all the nerves in the world.]

Uhh... hey, brother...

[It take a while longer for it to sink in who it is, and if Yori had more energy he might have been more visibly afraid, but -- no, it just registers and the most Yori can muster is a small "oh". It's...quiet now, though, and even Yori can tell that he doesn't have anything to be afraid of right now.]

...Uhm, hi...Gamzee, right?

[He would have had something to be afraid of, if Gamzee wasn't so God damn tired at the moment. He hadn't downed that much sopor, just enough to stave off the stupid nerves and to steady his hand. He suddenly felt like he'd need a lot more, however, after staring into the face of one of the people he'd beaten to death.

He grinned.

No, fuck, that's not right. He looked back down at the Play-Doh, scoring crosshatched lines in it with one of his claws.]

Yeah, that's what they motherfuckin' call me. Can't say as I all am to be gettin' my motherfuckin' recall on at your fucking handle, though. Sorry, bro.

[It's a good thing that Yori is both dumb and a mindreader, otherwise he might have...been a good deal more disturbed at the grin. But nope, he's taking it.]

Urm, I'm Yori.

[Right, right, Yori. The name sounded... almost familiar... maybe? Why was the kid just standing there? What did he expect Gamzee to do? Did he want to die? Again? Too bad if he did - it had become increasingly hard to even fathom bringing himself to his feet, let alone exacting a fatal blow to a scrawny kid standing in the middle of the hallway like a dope. He sighed, a puff of air through his nose.]

Brother. You all fuckin' need somethin' from a motherfucker? Somethin' that ain't dealin' in all sorts of motherfucking animosity? 'Cause a brother ain't be handin' that sort of shit out right the motherfuck now.

Urm. No animosity. Not at all. I just. Wanted to talk?

[...Words are hard when you're tired.]

[That they are. Seems like they were both terribly exhausted, although one of them seemed to be in much better spirits. I'll let you guess who.]

About fucking what, motherfucker?

[He culled your sorry ass, what more was there to talk about?]

Urm. That. It's okay. I'm...not going to hold it against you.

[It's pretty obvious what he means by "it", he hopes.]

[Everyone currently in this hallway knows what "it" means. But he's going to ask anyway, because he's a jackass.]

What ain't you all gonna motherfuckin' pin on a brother, now?

Urm. Killing me.

[He's not really using the word murder because...well, he wasn't sure if he wanted to call it that right now.]

[A wide, wide smile spread across his face at the sound of that. It was almost too nice to hear.]

Oh, brother. Ain't all up and gone to motherfuckin' cull your ass, I all wasn't. Just helping a bro up on out of that motherfucking weak-ass harshity they call a fuckin' experiment, was what the motherfuck was I all doin' for you.

Oh, urm. Thank you? ...Even though what happened afterwards was unpleasant.

["Unpleasant" was an understatement.]

[A friendly(?) nod.]

And the fuck was all to happen after-fucking-wards, then?

Urm. I was stuck in a room and got hit with a few million different thoughts and I had to write them down on a chalkboard that kept erasing itself.

It was pretty weird.

[Which is Yori's way of making something "completely and utterly terrifying" sound pretty harmless. Yori was good at being misleading, even to himself.]

[Stuck in a room, huh? Being exhausted sucked - as long as the kid kept his distance, Gamzee couldn't tear him apart again. Might as well listen to what the little shit has to say.]

Might there all to be a motherfuckin' chance that this was some noise that all be having its motherfucking occur on after a brother fuckin' graciously was all up to kick your wicked shit the fuck out?

[...Squinting. Sorry bro he's trying to...parse all that with the filter of exhaustion in his mind and it's hard to make sense?]

Urm, yes. I think.

[He shrugs.]

Was just a fuckin' daymare. Get the motherfuck over it!

[Except, wow, pretty sure Yori was calm about the whole situation. Projecting, much?]

[He can feel it, bro.]

Urm. Did you have a daymare too? If you died.

[An indignant huff. So mature.]

Ain't none of your motherfucking business. The fuck you all gettin' all up in a brother's fuckin' nook for, anyway? Oughtta bash your mother fucking face in a fuckin' gain, I all should!

[ahkshkafksh shrinking back!]

...Please don't. I was just worried.

[Lip curl.]

The fuck all for!?

[Oh okay that is scary Yori is sort of shrinking back even more now.]

B-because you weren't actually all bad? Urm. Disregarding what had happened.

[Tch.]

Who you all think you motherfuckin' are to be fucking all qualified to be makin' those sorts of motherfucking assessments on a brother, huh?

...B-because I've read your mind? A-and still sort of am, I guess.

004 ♑ [fourth honk]

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