As soon as I'm left alone--
Who: Gamzee and Karkat
When: Late Tuesday night, very soon after this encounter
Where: Gamzee's block
Summary: There was a...little slip-up in Gamzee's whole "trying not to murder people" thing. In the form of one of Karkat and Gamzee's good friends. Karkat tries to find out what the hell is going on.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing and talk of violence
Fuck.
FuckfuckfuckfuckFuCkFuCkFUCKFUCK.
Gamzee would swear that he didn't mean to. But that would probably be a lie, because he definitely meant to do...something. But he didn't mean to kill her.
That quickly.
...no, no. He didn't mean to kill her AT ALL.
But that didn't change the fact she was dead, her body disappeared like magic--like miracles--from his block...the only reminder of her presence and the violence there being a large, heart shaped bloodstain on the wall next to his bed, and a spilled bottle of sopor slime on the ground.
All he can do now is clean it up. Clean it up and pretend it never happened, and pretend he didn't enjoy the feeling of slamming her head into the wall, and barricade the door with as many heavy things as he can.
Gamzee managed to clean up the blood (but not before shamefully painting a wave--a makeshift shoreline--under his bed with it) and the slime, and was in the process of dragging his desk over to block his door.
He was in control.
He was.
Hopefully.
When: Late Tuesday night, very soon after this encounter
Where: Gamzee's block
Summary: There was a...little slip-up in Gamzee's whole "trying not to murder people" thing. In the form of one of Karkat and Gamzee's good friends. Karkat tries to find out what the hell is going on.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing and talk of violence
Fuck.
FuckfuckfuckfuckFuCkFuCkFUCKFUCK.
Gamzee would swear that he didn't mean to. But that would probably be a lie, because he definitely meant to do...something. But he didn't mean to kill her.
That quickly.
...no, no. He didn't mean to kill her AT ALL.
But that didn't change the fact she was dead, her body disappeared like magic--like miracles--from his block...the only reminder of her presence and the violence there being a large, heart shaped bloodstain on the wall next to his bed, and a spilled bottle of sopor slime on the ground.
All he can do now is clean it up. Clean it up and pretend it never happened, and pretend he didn't enjoy the feeling of slamming her head into the wall, and barricade the door with as many heavy things as he can.
Gamzee managed to clean up the blood (but not before shamefully painting a wave--a makeshift shoreline--under his bed with it) and the slime, and was in the process of dragging his desk over to block his door.
He was in control.
He was.
Hopefully.