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Gamzee Makara:

That's when someone grabs you and throws you over their shoulder. Their very high up shoulder. You're not even sure how to react to this. How does a person even get this tall?

Once your a safe distance from the bridge, you're placed back on the ground. Towering above you is... A circus act escapee. This tall and lanky boy is a bit weird to say the least. His face is done up with white clown makeup. His dark eyes are hazy and unfocused, you think it's possible he's drugged up. Messy black curls frame his face, and he's slouched over, so you aren't even seeing the whole extent to his height.

His overall look is a bit eccentric, but you do find it kind of cute. There's a lazy smile on his face as he stares off into space. After a minute, he catches sight of you.The smile fades into a frown and he bends down close to your face.

"That didn't strike me as a cool place to be my wicked motherfuckin' sis."

His voice is low and drawling, and it sends a slight shiver up your spine. You cringe, and look away from him. You feel a hand on your cheek and he directs you back to him. That lazy smile drifts back across his lips again.

"You have some really shiny motherfucking orbs." He states looking into your (e/c) eyes.

His close contact makes you blush heavily. He hardly seems to notice though. For that you're glad. At this point your quite sure he's drugged up.

When he finally pulls away again, he looks down at you curiously.

"Hey, sis. What's your name?" He questions.

"M-my name is (f/n) (l/n). Umm, what's yours?"

"Motherfuckin' fine name, sis. My name's Gamzee Makara. You don't have to say the whole damn thing though. Gamzee works like a real motherfucker." There's a lopsided grin on his face and he pats you on the shoulder. He's stronger than he looks and you stumble a bit from the force.

"Now, this motherfucker has a question, (y/n). What the hell you all up and trying to kill yourself on this bridge for?"

Okay, that hit hard.

You gasp, at the blunt formation the question. You'd managed to part from that situation with the introduction of this character. It comes back in full force now, shoving your gut back into a pit of sorrow.

You blink back tears and put on a facade of nonchalance. You work hard to hide your emotions, there's no way this guy will be able to see through your act. Nobody else can.

"I wasn't trying anything of the sort. I'm perfectly fine." You broadly state.

"Sis, your a bad motherfuckin' liar."

This stranger, Gamzee, pulls you over by your shoulder and practially stuffs you against his stomach in a hug. He's just that tall.

"Should just motherfuckin' cry it out my lil' sis. Too cute to be all up an' feelin' so much pain."

To your surprise, you find yourself melting into his hug. Tears leak down your cheeks silently. You just met Gamzee, and he called you out on your lies in a second. Your parents you've known your whole life, and they pass by you without a word of concern.

"How can you do that?" You sob into his shirt. "How can you do that when everybody else around me seems so blind!"

Gamzee makes gentle shushing noises in your ear and runs a large hand through your (h/l) (h/c) hair. You enjoy the coddling, and just continue letting the tears soak his shirt. You feel a bit bad about that, but the tears are still rolling.

"My wicked sis, I think we should hang out together."

You look up to his smiling face, and sniffle. He's flirting. A dusting blush surfaces on your cheeks at the realization.

"Those tears on your face make me want to motherfuckin' hug you all the time. Ain't all up and right for you to have to feel this motherfuckin' saddened up."

You pull back from his hug a bit and wipe away your tears on your sleeve. He sounds genuine, but with his glazed over expressions, you can't be sure. You suppose it couldn't hurt to hang out with him though. He seems gentle enough, and he's being so kind to you. After everything that has just happened, you feel like there's something about him that you cannect to.

"I-if you r-really wanted to hang out, I-I wouldn't mind, Gamzee." You stutter awkwardly.

"Well damn, my wicked sis! That's motherfuckin' miracles to hear!"

He picks you up into a hug, and you are hanging off the ground by about two feet. Oh goodness. You blush wildly and the last of your tears disperse.

"G-Gamzee, y-you can put me d-down now." You stutter.

The clown faced softee gives you a big smile and places you back on the ground gently. You smile back at him and straighten yourself back out. He's like a puppy. A very very tall puppy.

"Do you have a pesterchum?" You question.

"Hells yeah my wicked sis! Terminally capricious."

"When I get home, I'll look you up and message you. I'm (Chum handle)."

"I'll be waiting! We can hang out sometime and slam a motherfukcin' wicked elixir!" He happily exclaims.

You think you can wait to find out what this 'wicked elixir' is, but it does sound fun to get to know him. You turn on your heel waving at Gamzee. Your about to tell him goodnight when he grabs your wrist. You trip over your feet a bit as he pulls you back to him.

His lips touch yours, and your eyes widen. He pulls away with a smirk on his face. You suddenly feel very warm and you watch as he turns and starts to walk away. He waves over his shoulder, and then disappears.

Woah.

--- One Year Later ---

After that kiss, it only took a month for Gamzee to ask you to be his girlfriend. You accepted and have worked on getting to know him better since that. There are a few things about Gamzee that you've found are deemable as more important than others.

Gamzee can be a big flirt when he high. Sometimes he's being a clown and joking around, and other times he's serious. He's gentle and a little bit of an airhead, but you love it.

The reason for this slowed down personality was revealed to you the first time you went over to his house for a visit. Pie tins of green slime lined his kitchen counters. He told you it was sopor slime. He told you he was better off not running out of them, so you don't question it. You do still worry about the state of his mind though.

You've met his friends, and they tell you he becomes a bit scary when he runs out of his drug. Gamzee himself tells you he gets a bit cranky during withdraws, and he wouldn't want to snap at you.

At this time, you haven't heard from Gamzee in a week. No visits or messages. He usually never goes much longer than a day without messaging you. You wonder if something has happened to him. Being such a great girlfriend, you decide to check up on him.

You drive to Gamzee's apartment and ascend to the top floor. He's actually the only one on this floor, and you've always wondered why.

You step up to his door and knock twice. There's no response. You test the handle and find that it's open. Through the crack, you can only see complete darkness.

Pushing open the door further, you step inside. You gasp at the scene unfolded when you turn on the light. There's a dark red substance smeared across his walls. You aren't sure, but you think it's blood. There's a word spelled out.

HONK.

honk.

HONK.

honk.

It's spread all over, dripping down the walls in a grim fashion. It's disturbing. You shift uncomfortably, and start to back away slowly. That is, until you bump into a very firm blockade.

Jolting in shock, you whip around to face Gamzee. His appearance is more terrifying to you than when you first met him on the bridge. He clown makeup is smeared and jagged, a shade of the dark red from the walls tinted into the mix.

His clothes are rumpled and something wet is leaking through his sleeves. What you recognize as sopor slime is smudged at the corner of his mouth.

You aren't sure, but you think it's the first bit of slime he's had all week. Everyone warned you, but only now do you realize what they truly feared.

You take a couple of steps back from him. He leers down at you with a deranged smile. He follows your steps, slamming the door behind him. You're in complete darkness, and you don't know what to do, if you can help him.

"What is up, MY WICKED LIL' MAMA!"

His voice starts as a low whisper, then turns into a harsh yell. You jump in the dark, then yelp when you feel a rough hand on your shoulder.

Gamzee emits a low, scratchy, chuckle. It sends a shiver up your spine. You don't want to run from him though. Even if you're terrified, you can't leave. He's been there for you, and you need to be here for him.

"G-Gamzee, I h-haven't heard from y-you in a while, so I c-came to check up on you." You stutter nervously.

Your eyes are beginning to adjust to the dark, and you can see the outlines of things. You can see a particularly Gamzee-ish shape in front of you, and you reach out. You come to contact with the front of his shirt, and you step closer.

"THAT'S ALL MOTHERFUCKIN' SWELL LIL' MAMA! Now we can all up and hang."

The word 'hang' is a drawn out growl. You jump when you feel Gamzee's hands brush up your arms and to your shoulders. With a harsh shove, Gamzee knocks you to the floor. In seconds, he pushes himself in between your legs. His arms keep you pinned.

You have a moment to regain yourself before you feel his hands on your neck. Slender fingers squeeze your throat and cut of your airways. You gasp for air and Gamzee blocks it off with a kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth easily.

He removes his hands from your throat to run them up your thighs. His nails dig lightly into the material of your jeans.

When he finally pulls away, your need for air is painful. You take in a huge gasping breath. Your lips hurt, and you feel lightheaded.

"G-Gamzee," you sob.

"I fuckin' love you my WICKED LIL' MAMA."

Gamzee leans down for another kiss. This one is more gentle, and you hope your voice is breaking through to him, or that the sopor he must have had is.

"Gamzee, I love you too." You say through tears.

You see this as just an obstacle. It hurts, and you're scared, but you do love him. You just need to help him.

Gamzee sits back and pulls you into his lap. Rocking gently, he runs his hands through your hair softly. He holds you so close, like he's afraid you'll run if he doesn't. He kisses your cheek every so often, but mostly just sits there rocking.

When the lights come back on, his eyes are glazed over. His lips are upturned in his lazy smile. He was glad that you came to see him. He missed you.

You missed him. You'll make sure that he doesn't have to be alone next time. It's not fair if he's the only one working to support you.