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Gamzee x Reader BLEED part 1

Purple rose petals invade the sky, everyone in the town square. One side filled with humans the other were the outcasts. You were part of the outcasts, people who are frowned upon due to their animal like ears and tails. The time had come… the time for another person to be taken away from their family and friends, to become a servant to the Royal highblood family known as the Makara’s. Your (Insert hair color) fox ears twitch, along with your tail that remained dropped. You could tell your face was pale with fear; you clutch your hands together above your chest.. Hoping to be lucky again, and not be picked.
The heavily armed guards past through the people, searching for someone. The process was strange. The guards swiftly run over to your side, meaning they are looking for an outcast to become a servant. You look at your feet, hoping not to be picked. Someone grips your arm, you yelp as their grip almost crushes your wrist. “You! State your name!” Your eyes widen, stuttering,”(Insert full name)” “You are chosen to serve the Makara’s youngest prince!”
Your heart skips a beat, your hope everything fading away in a flash. Everything was quiet. Your eyes scanning through the crowd, no one looking at you. Only sad faces starring down at their feet. The feeling of betrayal and fear overtook you, you look at the guard. You struggle to run, the guard pinning you down, your screams not able to reach the ears of your people.. The guards chain you up, your face drained. Your eyes lifeless on the way to the palace of the Makara’s. What terrible fate awaits you, you wonder.
You awaken in a dark room, you never remember falling asleep. You sit up, only to winch in pain, as you feel a stinging pain on your lower right side. Your eyes still adjusting to the darkness, you lightly trace your fingers on what feels like a cut. Tears forming in your eyes as your fingers finish tracing the cut, blood on your fingers. Your body began to shake as you notice you were strip of your clothes, and that the cut was a mark. Like some kind of animal they marked you with the Makara symbol,
You hear footsteps, it was still far but you knew they were coming here. You move back, turning your head to any corner of the room. There had to be a way to escape, your heart was racing and head pounding. Your breathing fast and heavy. You were going through a panic attack, taking deep breaths you try to calm down. Light flows into the room, you try to hide your naked body. It was him… The youngest Prince of the Makara’s. He was rather tall, and had the strangest eye color. A royal purple, his blood was even purple. He wasn’t a human but a troll.
However he is usually in his human-like form, unlike his father and older brother whom remain in their true forms. He enters the room, signaling the guards to leave. Beside he was more powerful than a few thousands of well-trained guards. This scared you even more, to know this demons strength. “Hello little motherfucker,” He laughs, approaching you. You look away, your ears facing downward and tail curled around you. While your hands and arms focused on covering your bare chest.
He reaches down, gripping your arm. You flinch, he lifts you up. You could only use one arm to cover your chest now and your tail covered your lower area. “Hehe no need to be motherfuckin shy now. You belong to me; every last fragment of you is motherfuckin mine.” He laughs, sounding so sinister. His grip tightens, his eyes scanning you. You felt like a helpless trapped fox. He was able to move you so easily, like a doll.
This beast was your master for now on, until you die will you be free.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time Skip ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You walk down the white crystal like staircase. Ready for your first day as Master Gamzee’s servant. You enter his bed room, he was sleeping still. His face looked innocent and angelic. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute and harmless he appeared. All of the peaceful innocents disappears in a second as his almost violent colored eyes open up. He sits up stretching and yawning, rubbing his eyes he asks,”What’s the motherfuckin schedule today?”
You think for a moment before answering, “You have breakfast then studies with Mr.Vantas afterwards,” He groans, “Get me my clothes.” You blush, but hesitate to open his dresser. You grab the clothes he was describes the outfit. You felt as if in front of the other royal member of the Makara’s wouldn’t approve this, but they weren’t your master. You toss them over, noticing he didn’t ask for a pair of under garments. “Um…” He replies as if he had already read your mind “I don’t like underwear or anything like that. It just feels like I’m motherfuckin’ caged up when I’m wearing them.”
You blush, from knowing he wasn’t wearing underwear at the moment either. “Um… I’ll wait outside Lord Gamzee,” you polity bow before exiting.
POV Gamzee
I watch her leave. The guards got the right girl. I remember all the days of watching her, since she was four. The hate that grew inside me, the hate for her. I loved her at the same time, her innocence and kindness. All of it… I hate her with everything in me. I want to want her to trust me and for us to be each other’s. I don’t understand this feeling…
I shake my head then exit my bedroom. “Come on let’s go honk,” I could see (Insert name) trying to hide her smile. It was cute to be honest. I’m glad she’s here with me though… but I wonder… will I hurt her? Or maybe even kill her….

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Gamzee x Reader BLEED part 1

Purple rose petals invade the sky, everyone in the town square. One side filled with humans the other were the outcasts. You were part of the outcasts, people who are frowned upon due to their animal like ears and tails. The time had come… the time for another person to be taken away from their family and friends, to become a servant to the Royal highblood family known as the Makara’s. Your (Insert hair color) fox ears twitch, along with your tail that remained dropped. You could tell your face was pale with fear; you clutch your hands together above your chest.. Hoping to be lucky again, and not be picked.
The heavily armed guards past through the people, searching for someone. The process was strange. The guards swiftly run over to your side, meaning they are looking for an outcast to become a servant. You look at your feet, hoping not to be picked. Someone grips your arm, you yelp as their grip almost crushes your wrist. “You! State your name!” Your eyes widen, stuttering,”(Insert full name)” “You are chosen to serve the Makara’s youngest prince!”
Your heart skips a beat, your hope everything fading away in a flash. Everything was quiet. Your eyes scanning through the crowd, no one looking at you. Only sad faces starring down at their feet. The feeling of betrayal and fear overtook you, you look at the guard. You struggle to run, the guard pinning you down, your screams not able to reach the ears of your people.. The guards chain you up, your face drained. Your eyes lifeless on the way to the palace of the Makara’s. What terrible fate awaits you, you wonder.
You awaken in a dark room, you never remember falling asleep. You sit up, only to winch in pain, as you feel a stinging pain on your lower right side. Your eyes still adjusting to the darkness, you lightly trace your fingers on what feels like a cut. Tears forming in your eyes as your fingers finish tracing the cut, blood on your fingers. Your body began to shake as you notice you were strip of your clothes, and that the cut was a mark. Like some kind of animal they marked you with the Makara symbol,
You hear footsteps, it was still far but you knew they were coming here. You move back, turning your head to any corner of the room. There had to be a way to escape, your heart was racing and head pounding. Your breathing fast and heavy. You were going through a panic attack, taking deep breaths you try to calm down. Light flows into the room, you try to hide your naked body. It was him… The youngest Prince of the Makara’s. He was rather tall, and had the strangest eye color. A royal purple, his blood was even purple. He wasn’t a human but a troll.
However he is usually in his human-like form, unlike his father and older brother whom remain in their true forms. He enters the room, signaling the guards to leave. Beside he was more powerful than a few thousands of well-trained guards. This scared you even more, to know this demons strength. “Hello little motherfucker,” He laughs, approaching you. You look away, your ears facing downward and tail curled around you. While your hands and arms focused on covering your bare chest.
He reaches down, gripping your arm. You flinch, he lifts you up. You could only use one arm to cover your chest now and your tail covered your lower area. “Hehe no need to be motherfuckin shy now. You belong to me; every last fragment of you is motherfuckin mine.” He laughs, sounding so sinister. His grip tightens, his eyes scanning you. You felt like a helpless trapped fox. He was able to move you so easily, like a doll.
This beast was your master for now on, until you die will you be free.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time Skip ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You walk down the white crystal like staircase. Ready for your first day as Master Gamzee’s servant. You enter his bed room, he was sleeping still. His face looked innocent and angelic. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute and harmless he appeared. All of the peaceful innocents disappears in a second as his almost violent colored eyes open up. He sits up stretching and yawning, rubbing his eyes he asks,”What’s the motherfuckin schedule today?”
You think for a moment before answering, “You have breakfast then studies with Mr.Vantas afterwards,” He groans, “Get me my clothes.” You blush, but hesitate to open his dresser. You grab the clothes he was describes the outfit. You felt as if in front of the other royal member of the Makara’s wouldn’t approve this, but they weren’t your master. You toss them over, noticing he didn’t ask for a pair of under garments. “Um…” He replies as if he had already read your mind “I don’t like underwear or anything like that. It just feels like I’m motherfuckin’ caged up when I’m wearing them.”
You blush, from knowing he wasn’t wearing underwear at the moment either. “Um… I’ll wait outside Lord Gamzee,” you polity bow before exiting.
POV Gamzee
I watch her leave. The guards got the right girl. I remember all the days of watching her, since she was four. The hate that grew inside me, the hate for her. I loved her at the same time, her innocence and kindness. All of it… I hate her with everything in me. I want to want her to trust me and for us to be each other’s. I don’t understand this feeling…
I shake my head then exit my bedroom. “Come on let’s go honk,” I could see (Insert name) trying to hide her smile. It was cute to be honest. I’m glad she’s here with me though… but I wonder… will I hurt her? Or maybe even kill her….