towerofanimus | pull out the fourth cord

Characters: Gamzee Makara (AU) and you.
Setting: The Cafeteria.
Format: Either
Summary: Realizing you're stuck in the lie again doesn't necessarily make it easier to escape it.
Warnings: Language. Psychological trauma.

Gamzee sits slouched in a chair in the cafeteria, a glass of water sitting half empty (if we're being pessimistic, which he is) on the table in front of him. He stares through its clear exterior with a feverish gaze, dark hair plastered to his face with sweat.

Water has been the only thing he's put into his system for the past couple days now, and that only because he needs it to survive (not that this seems to matter here anyway). It's not poison he's afraid of, at least not the sort of poison his counterpart is worried about, but rather anything that they might have put into his food to keep him sedated again - to keep him docile and pliable to their whims. He'd been a fool to ever thing he'd escaped from that madhouse, from the program that had kept him under its spell for years. He was beginning to think he'd never get away from it.

And the worst part is he doesn't know how to fight back. This is the best he can do for now - sit and ponder and possibly contemplate giving in to the desire for food despite all desire not to.

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"You? And why all would you be wanting to--- motherfuck."

As she started to run past him, he made to get up and chase after her. However, his outstretched hand missed her by a good bit, and he ended up stumbling over his own feet, falling to his knees as he was instantly hit by a wave of lightheadedness. This had nothing to do with her attempted drugging (though his empty stomach wasn't going to help the way he felt later). He was just too damn sick and hungry.

Even though he couldn't catch her she still felt the wind on the back of her ankles, causing her to lose balance and tumble to the floor. Looking back, she was surprised to find him keeled over on the floor. Had her plan worked?

Wriggle staggered back to her feet, now feeling extremely weak at the knees and approached with extreme caution. She still made sure to keep far enough that he couldn't make a jab at her.
"H-how are you feeling?" She breathed, trying to assess just how close to being knocked out he was.

"What the fuck did you give me?" He wasn't feeling any different then, just as bad as he was before. He expected to start feeling worse at any moment, though.

"What all the motherfuck did you go dumping into my beverage, you squirming little virus?"

His harsh words make her recoil a little but she took another step forward. As scared as she was, Wriggle tried to put on a front of confidence but her voice shook and her smile was off.

"I gave you something to put you to sleep," She explained, despite the fact she'd done nothing of the sort. Wriggle couldn't read any of the labels on the medicine she took but from his reaction to it she came to her own conclusions. "Just take it easy, you won't remember a thing."

"Motherfucker!" Gamzee wasn't feeling any more tired than he was before (though granted, he was pretty beat). Her actions, so different from how she'd acted toward him before, helped to cement in his mind how fake this whole world was just then.

He struggled up further, standing shakily. "I'm not gonna let you reset nothin'. You're just gonna have to motherfuckin' off me. Put me out of my mother fucking misery."

She jolted back a few spaces. Even though it seemed like Gamzee was in no position to hurt her she didn't want to take any chances. After hearing stories about him, or perhaps the other him, Wriggle still didn't realise there were two of them, she couldn't help but feel scared when he started to yell.

"I'm not resetting anything!" She blurted out, quickly losing what little cool she had. "And I'm not going to kill you!" Just let you get dragged off and get experimented on. Was that really much better?

"You should. It'd be all motherfuckin' better for everyone. You..." He pointed to himself. "Me..." He pointed to her. ...Okay, that wasn't right but he wasn't going to bother correcting it. "It'd solve every fuckin' dilemma what we got here."

He took a few steps toward her, the dizziness fading a little as he got moving and his body caught up.

"So what's it take from you, huh? A pull on the motherfuckin' plug? A knife right in that goddamn human hole I got up in my midparts? Come on. Come the motherfuck on."

As he approached Wriggle took a step back before she began to float a few inches off the ground. If he made any sudden movements then she could make her escape upwards, where he couldn't reach her.

"I said I'm not going to kill you!" All the while she wondered when that supposed sleeping drug was going to take effect. Dying had not been pleasant and no matter how this place worked she didn't want to be responsible for that kind of feeling. "J-just calm down! You'll be alseep before you know it..."

"HAHAHAHA.... no." He made for the door, meaning to leave the cafeteria and any further temptations behind. Water will probably be off the menu now too.

"I'm gonna keep these motherfuckin' peepers wide open as long as a brother can. You'll have to sew the mother fucking flaps shut." He didn't know how he was going to manage staying awake, but he figured he could do it somehow.

Wriggle lurched upwards as he passed and wondered if it was worth following. Gamzee was probably too dangerous to deal with and there were plenty more people in the tower. She'd probably be better of finding a more docile victim. That didn't stop her from yelling back though.

"Fine! I will!"

She won't.

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