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You Don't Have To Go Home (But You Can't Stay Here)

Summary:

Gamzee Makara needn't have been. Either as he was, or at all. An exploration of a potential recovery arc post-retcon.

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Your name is Gamzee Makara and you are everybody’s backup buddy.

 

Let’s be real, you’re not quite sure how that happened. Troll society thrives on emotions like pity, hate, rivalry. Even the more flushed emotions begin (and often end) in a sort of fixation borne from peculiar annoyance. Young trolls spend time finetuning their own noxiousness in hopes to provoke the wrath and subsequent attention of potential suitors. Whether redrom, or blackrom, the hope is to perpetrate something memorable and arresting. Which for trolls, is the gross, the loud, and the forceful.

 

To all of which you’ve said hellllll naw, and continue to say now emphatically

 

hElLlLlLlLl NaWwWwW mOtHeRfUcKeR!!!!1!

 

AT: eRR...

 

TC: yOu KnOw WhAt Im MoThErFuCkInG sAyInG??

 

AT: eR, nOT TO BE A BUZZKILL, gAMZEE

 

AT: bECAUSE i AM PUTTING A CONCENTRATED EFFORT LATELY IN NOT DOING THAT ANYMORE

 

AT: (bUZZKILLING, THAT IS)

 

AT: bUT i FEEL LIKE i AM MAYBE LACKING A LITTLE CONTEXT FOR WHAT YOU ARE “ AT: iT IS PROBABLY MY FAULT BECAUSE i AM STILL A LITTLE LIGHTHEADED FROM THE BLOOD LOSS

 

AT: uNLESS YOU WERE TRYING TO START UP ANOTHER STRICT FLOW, iN WHICH CASE PROCEED WITH THE LAYING DOWN OF LAW! }:)

 

TC: :o(

 

TC: aW sHiT

 

TC: bRo I dId NoT mEaN tO StRaIn A mOtHeRfUcKiN’ tHiNk PaN

 

TC:mOsT eSpEcIaLlY wItH tHaT wIcKeD mOtHeRfUcKiN’ jUiCe bEiN AlL sPrUnG

 

AT: oH, ITS OK

AT: aFTER A FEW HOURS ITS LIKE YOU ONLY FEEL MILD TO HEAVY AMOUNTS OF AGONIZING PAIN

 

AT: wHICH IS AN IMPROVEMENT FROM ALL-CONSUMING FOR SURE!

 

TC: :o)

 

AT: bUT WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO SAY

 

TC: uHhHhHhH....

 

TC: sHiT

 

TC: wElL iT bE lIkE tHiS

 

TC: yOu LoOk aT eVeRy MoThErFuCkEr In ThIs pLaCe, RiGhT iN tHe SiGhT sPeCkS

 

TC: aNd ThErE’s A wIcKeD sEt Of SqUaReS aLl Up In ThErE!

 

TC: aLl ReD aNd BlAcK aNd wHiChEs aNd BiTcHeS aNd BrOs

 

TC: gOt ThIs ViOlEt MoThErFuCkEr FiT tO bE AlL aNd tHrOwIn HaNdS wItH a YeLlOw MoThErFuCkEr CaUsE a FuShChIa MoThErFuCkEr KiCkEd HiM oUtTa AlLlLlL tHe SqUaReS

 

TC: gRoSs ViBeS. rAnCiD

 

AT: oH, fEFERI AND sOLLUX AND eRIDAN

 

AT: tHERE IS A LOT OF FLUCTUATION i GUESS

 

AT: i THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE A HIGHBLOOD THING?

TC:dOn’T kNoW iF i’D bE kNoWiNg If It WaS

 

TC:hOnK

 

TC:aLl tHaT hEmO sTuFf wOuLd Be KnOwN uNkNoWn By ThIs bAdTiTs MoThErFuCkEr

 

AT: i THINK i’M PRETTY BAD AT IT TOO, i USUALLY AM }:(

 

AT: bUT THAT STUFF SEEMS TO MATTER LESS AT THIS END, ER, AT LEAST IT DID TO ARADIA AND SOLLUX AND,,,,i GUESS KARKAT? i GUESS i AM JUST ASSUMING HE’S LOWBLOOD

 

TC: aW hElL yEaH. KaRkAlI-

 

Damn, who the hell even knows how to spell that? Not you it seems. Not motherfuckin you.You backspace.

 

TC: aW hElL yEaH. KaRkBrO :o)

 

TC: gOt AlL tHe LoVe HaViN oN tHaT dUsTy TeXt

 

TC: ThE dAmN mYsTeRy

 

TC: tHaT sHiT bE mOtHeRfuCkIn

 

AT: mIRACULOUS?

 

TC::oO!!!!!!!!

 

AT:};o)

 

TC:hOnK!!

 

TC:sHiT yEaH!!!

 

TC: hElL dUdE

 

TC: hElL fUcKiNg DuDe

 

TC: wAlK tHeM bOtTy BoDy OvEr On ThIs AwAy AnD gUlP SoMe FuCkIn fAyGo WiTh Me 

 

AT:eR, THAT’S OK, YOU SEEM PRETTY LOW ANYWAYS

 

AT: hOW HAS IT LASTED YOU THIS LONG?

 

TC:mOtHa

 

TC: fUcKiN

 

TC: mIrAcLeS :o)

 

AT: wHERE DID YOU EVEN KEEP THEM WHEN WE CAME IN?

 

AT:,,,,,

 

AT:,,,,,?

 

AT:gAMZEE?

 

TC: HoNk

 

AT:nEVER MIND,

 

AT:hAVE YOU TRIED TO TALK TO THE HUMANS?

 

TC: oH hElL yEs

 

TC: lAiD dOwN sOmE iLl MoThErFuCkIn JaMs WiTh ShAdEs

 

AT:iVE TRIED TALKING WITH THE GREEN ONE A BIT BUT,,,

 

AT: wAIT, WHAT WAS IT YOU WERE SAYING EARLIER ABOUT SQUARES,

 

TC: aW pIsS

 

TC: wElL i GuEsS iTs LiKe WhO gIvEs A sHiT

 

TC: iF yOu GoT mOtHeRfUcKeRs AlL uP iN tHe WhOle MoThErFuCkIn DeCk

 

TC: bUcKeTs Be A lOnGwAyS oFf hOnK

 

TC: sO wHy WrInG oUt AlL tHeM sAlTy DrOpS fRoM yOuR sPeCkS aNd SkIn AbOuT iT

 

TC: jUsT cHiLl tHe WaY oUt AbOuT iT bRo

 

AT: yOU’RE A WISE MAN MY FRIEND

 

AT: wISH i COULD BE LIKE THAT,,,

 

TC::oO Aw BrOtHeR

 

TC: wHy CaN’t YoU bE?

 

AT: i DUNNO,,,

 

AT: wHENEVER i TALK TO SOMEONE

 

AT: vRISKA

 

AT:,,,,

 

AT: aS A NON-SPECIFIC EXAMPLE

 

AT: i JUST REALLY WANT THEM TO LIKE ME

 

AT: sO i SPEND A LOT OF TIME AROUND THEM AND DO WHATEVER THEY SAY UNTIL THEY HAVE TO LIKE ME

 

AT: bUT APPARENTLY THIS DOESN’T WORK, iT MAY IN FACT BE DOING THE OPPOSITE OF WORKING, aPPARENTLY i NEED TO REVISE MY STRATEGY

 

AT: aLSO i THINK SHE MIGHT BE A BAD PERSON AND SOMEONE SHOULD PROBABLY DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT BEFORE SHE GOES CRAZY AND DOOMS ALL OF US

 

AT: wHAT DO YOU THINK

 

AT:,,,,?

 

AT: gAM-

 

Before he can finish typing that thought he finds the long tangle of your limbs draped across his keyboard. He splutters, but who has time for personal space when it comes to the endeavours that are as these. A smile that shows a few too many teeth spreads across your face.

 

Gamzee: lIsTeN bRoThEr

 

Gamzee: tHe WaY i Am SeEiNg It, If YoU’rE sEeInG sOmE sHiT aS nEeDs DoInG...

 

Gamzee:....

 

Gamzee: dAmN 

 

Gamzee: Do YoU eVeR jUsT lIkE, lIsTeN tO tHe FaNs In ThIs ThInG-

 

Tavros: wAIT WHAT WERE YOU SAYING ABOUT DOING SHIT,

 

Tavros:,,,gAM Z E E?

 

Tavros?: GAMZEE!

 

Karkat: COME ON, ARE YOU BREATHING IN THERE OR WHAT? LISTEN TO ME!

 

Your eyes snap open.

 

Shit. Shit. Where the fuck are you. You are tangled in limbs not your own and there’s cold metal on your arms and its dark and you’re alone and you can’t. Breathe-

 

Tap Tap Tap.

 

hOnK

 

The sound slips past your lips unconsciously as you struggle to process. You feel dry , too dry, like a fish gasping for air, and your head is-..

 

.....

 

Its....

 

??????: Remind me again why we’re w8sting our time with this?

 

Karkat:WOW, SERKET, I DIDN’T REALIZE MY SIMPLE REQUEST OF “PLEASE DON’T SPEAK UNTIL I GET A HANDLE ON THIS SITUATION” WAS SUCH A TALL ORDER. I MEAN I KNOW ITS DEMEANING FOR A LEADER OF YOUR FUCKING STATURE TO HAVE TO SCRAPE TO THE REQUESTS OF A MERE WORMY UNDERLING BUT

 

????: hey not to stick an alien noses up in business where it doesn’t belong

 

????: i mean i know, i know, we just got here and we’re already doing a xenophobia

 

????: but uh spider girl might have a point

 

????: in regards to letting the crazy murderclown out of the box where he’s very safely chained. like its uncomfortable i guess to be an accessory to this but also like maybe we should turn him just loose and shit unless we have a plan

 

You aren’t....angry.

 

....ok maybe a little. Maybe a lot even. Your teeth are set on edge as you start to squirm against the chains binding you, kicking at the uncomfortably soft matter tangled in you. 

 

But for once the voices have dulled. He’ s not looming, pressing like dark weight in your head until no thought can slip free. 

 

For once there’s nothing in your rusted out excuse of a thinkpan but yourself.

 

Karkat: IN CASE I’M THE ONLY ONE THAT REMEMBERS, WE’VE GOT THREE YEARS ON THIS ROCK. IS OUR PLAN REALLY TO LEAVE HIM IN THE FRIDGE THAT ENTIRE TIME

 

Vriska: W-

 

Karkat: THAT’S NOT OUR PLAN

 

Vriska: >;;;;(

 

Karkat: JUST....SHUT UP, FOR A SECOND.

 

There’s another long silence, and a gentle tapping on the fridge door above you. You strain to press your hands onto it, trying desperately to push it open.

 

Karkat: HEY, GAMZEE....

 

Karkat: LOOK, LET’S JUST....KEEP IT SIMPLE. TAP TWICE IF YOU’RE OK TO COME OUT, AND, UH...

 

????: Perhaps some manner of slobbering growls or muttered dark portents if you are not. A simple hex on our well-being would certainly suffice.

 

Karkat: JEGUS I CANNOT HANDLE HOW FUCKING HELPFUL YOU ALL ARE BEING RIGHT NOW. 

 

....You hesitate.

 

In here....but out there who’s to say 

 

Unless

 

No, it won’t last. It never does. You can feel the fog climbing up the sides of your mind already, echoes of commands you could barely grasp. An itch to move without direction, an ache to sink your teeth deep in to something and pull out it’s lying motherfucking insides till it’s honest.

 

Olive blood on your hands and a stupid blue face on the ground. Dripping purple tastes holy on your tongue. Why did they matter. They didn’t. You don’t either. It’ll all be black soon, because the only color allowed is a candy coated hate-

 

Your head jerks forward, tapping your horns twice on the roof of your box.

 

The only thing worse than the fog is being alone in it.

 

A deafening sound of metal scraping on metal. The top swings open and even the dim light is disorienting to you.

 

Be Karkat ==>





Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you’re struggling to swallow back the morning grubmeat rising in your throat.

 

No use sugarcoating it, the inside of that fridge reeks . In addition to the....matter, that your friends left behind, Gamzee himself looked like he’d been dragged face down through a couple of miles of Alternian bogland. Sweaty and grody, eyes wild and curls hanging limp. His shirt was stained with dried blood that only added to the menagerie of scents. Terezi, who was being uncharacteristically quiet, staggered back a few paces as you pulled him to his feet, covering her nose and gagging violently.

 

Dave: damn, that is some ripe clown

 

You ignore the human, a skillset you’re hoping to further develop in the future. They’ve only been here a week and they’ve proven themselves every bit as insufferable in person as they were online. Perhaps even more so in the case of Dave.

 

But its less important right now that your moirail, blinking hard and trembling. From cold, maybe, or from fear. His eyes are wide as he looks around, apparently trying to process what he’s seeing. The bewildered look is an almost hysterically familiar one on him.

 

But your follicles are on end. If those goes bad....

 

You still kept thinking about how it felt, running down those corridors and hearing those fucking HONKS echoing off the walls, convinced you were going to die. If Terezi hadn’t found him first, well-

 

No, stop it, he needs you. You’re being a bad moirail.

 

Karkat: HEY. GAMZEE.

 

Awkwardly reaching out, you patted his arm. He didn’t audibly react, but his gaze did follow down to your hand. Just....staring.

 

Well, all the confirmation you needed! (Or at least, all you were likely to get before you’d have to...ugh...admit Vriska might have been right)

 

Your light pat turns to a tight clasp on his shoulders, turning him and yourself to face the skeptical masses

 

Karkat: SEE, EVERYONE, HE’S FINE . NOTHING MORE THAN A MINOR ABERRATION, AND REALLY, WHO AMONG US HASN’T SNAPPED AND KILLED A FEW OF OUR FRIENDS AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER.

 

Vriska: For the last time, I said I was sorry a8out that 

 

Karkat: NONE OF US, THAT’S WHO. SO NO NEED TO LINGER ON THE PAST!

 

Globes, you sound pathetic. You sound like Egbert . And what’s worse is nobody’s buying it. At best Rose looks mildly curious. Dave looked suspicious, or maybe just bored. It was hard to tell with those infernal rayshields. Kanaya and Vriska looked downright hostile. In desperation you look to Terezi, the only one who hasn’t voiced any complaints about this plan.

 

She still isn’t saying anything. She’s standing just a little in front of Vriska. Hands tight on her cane, gaze unbroken with Gamzee....Does she look nervous ? Somehow that makes you feel worse. 

 

Before you can think of any more inspiring thoughts Vriska sighs. She strides forward, taking a half second to squeeze Terezi’s hand as she walks past. Crossing her arms, she frowns as she examines you and Gamzee.

 

Vriska: Alr8, Vantas. I’ve held up my end of the 8argain 8ut we still need to take s8fety precautions

 

Vriska: I’m not having any8ody else murdered 8efore we find Noir.

 

She digs around in her jacket until she produces a small flask, filled to the brim with a bright green, viscous fluid.

 

Dave: so let me get this straight

 

Dave: this is the juice shit that you all sleep in

 

Dave: the stuff this guy’s been sucking down for as long as any of you have known him

 

Dave: and the stuff that, might i add, sent him into such a fuckin spasm of withdrawal symptoms that he felt wholly justified in murdering a couple kids

 

Dave:and you’re just gonna fork more over huh

 

Vriska: Oh, pipe down, Strider.

 

Vriska: Whether or not the stuff was good for him in the first place, the fact rem8ns that taking him off it is what got us in this...mess.

 

Vriska: If it’ll keep him mellow then he’s gonna t8ke it.

 

She held out the bottle to you.

 

But...===>

 

What she’s saying makes sense, and you know it. You can’t be on 24/7 shoosh-pap duty. In addition to the logistic impossibilities of it there was no guarantee it would continue to work, not if he was really hellbent and determined to hurt someone.

 

But....==>

 

You glance at Terezi. At her hands shifting their grip incessantly on her cane as she chews her lips. 

 

But...=>

 

....You know what, no, there is no but.

 

Not anymore

 

You uncap the bottle and face Gamzee, holding it near his mouth. His eyes zero in on the glowing sludge, and you think you see the irises flicker briefly to orange, which is doing nothing for your nerves. Still, you struggle to keep your tone as even as its capable of being.

 

Karkat: HOW ABOUT IT.

 

Karkat: CAN YOU TAKE THIS? FOR ME.

 

His lips press together and his breathing hitches a little bit. Short, tight gasps, in and out through his snout. Out of the corner of your eye you watch the others stiffen. Vriska instinctively moves in front of Terezi. Kanaya’s hand plunges into the pocket of her skirt. Even the humans move oddly, hands reaching for weapons unseen.

 

Gamzee closes his eyes tight and nods.

 

Before either of you can think better of it, you put a hand gently on the back of his head and press the flask tight to his lips, tipping him back in some sort of weird baptism. You make sure every drop finds its way into his mouth, and watch him swallow before letting him go.

 

Old habits die hard. The sopor barely seems to register for a second. But a moment later his shoulders slump down and his eyes open blearily. All around you, silent tells of relief from your friends. You give him a searching look, and his catches the gaze. Cautiously, the corners of his mouth quirk upwards.

 

Gamzee: man...that shit needs some pie crust or somethin

 

Chapter 2: Months in the Past, but not many

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GC: H3Y

GC: M4K4R4

 

GC: TC

 

GC: H3Y!!!

 

GC: 1 KNOW YOU C4N S33 TH3S3 M3SS4G3S CLOWN

 

GC: 1 C4N SM3LL YOUR GRUBBY L1TTL3 TOUCH2STUMPS LOV1NGLY STROK1NG TH3 K3YS >:)

 

TC:hAhA

 

TC: dAmN

 

TC: yOu ArE aLl KiNdSa ScArY

 

GC: TH4NK YOU >:)

 

GC: BUT S3R1OUSLY WH4T 4R3 YOU DO1NG

 

GC: T1M3 1S BOONDOLL4RS 4ND MY H1V3 1SNT GONN4 BU1LD 1TS3LF UP TO TH3 N3XT G4T3

 

GC: 4LTHOUGH 1 SUPPOS3 G1V3N TH4T 1TS 4 TR33 1T M1GHT 4CTU4LLY DO TH4T

 

GC: BUT WH4T 4R3 YOU 3V3N DO1NG R1GHT NOW

 

GC: 1 M3SS4G3D 4T TO S33 1F YOU’D M3RCIFULLY SHUFFL3D OFF TO TH3 B1G HONK 1N TH3 SKY OR WH4T3V3R CLOWN TH1NG YOU B3L13V3 1N

 

GC: 4ND H3 S41D YOU W3R3 JUST LY1NG ON TH3 GROUND

 

TC: iT bE aLl ThE mOtHeRfUcKiN wIcKeD cOlOrS sIsTeR

 

TC: tHiS pLaCe LiKe SoMeThIn OuTtA tHe MuMmEr’S hYmNs HoNk

 

TC: aLl MoTheRfUcKiN bEaUtIfUl AnD sHiT :’o)

 

GC: UGH

 

GC: WH4T DO3S IT 24Y 4BOUT M3 TH4T 1’V3 ST4RT3D TO F1ND YOUR UNS3TTL1NG 3V4NG3L1ST1C T4NG3NTS TH3 SL1GHT32T B1T 3ND34R1NG

 

GC: 1N 4 TR4G1C4LLY P4TH3T1C K1ND OF W4Y

 

TC: hOnK :o)

 

GC: D1D YOU 4T L34ST G3T THROUGH TH3 SP33CH W1TH YOUR SPR1T3

 

GC: 1 H4V3 TO S4Y, 4S N1C3 4S 1T IS F1N4LLY T4LK1NG W1TH MY LUSUS F4C3 TO F4C3, 1 W4S SORT OF HOP1NG OUR F1RST CONV3RS4T1ON WOULD B3 L3SS...

 

GC: 3XPOS1T1ONY >:P

 

TC: nAh

 

TC: He KiNdA aLl AnD tOoK oFf OnCe EvErYtHiNg SiMmErEd DoWn

 

TC: ThInK hEs SlAmMiNg SoMe CoLd SiPs WiTh ThEsE lItTlE nIgHt BuG dUdEs

 

GC: UM

 

GC: WOW

 

GC: TH4T 1S 1NCR3DIBLY UPS3TT1NG 1 TH1NK

 

GC: 1N 4 W4Y 1M NOT SUR3 1 C4N JOK3 4BOUT

 

GC: WH1CH 1S K1LL1NG MY SW33T FLOW OF S1CK BURNS

 

TC: aW mAn SiS

 

TC: bE pRoCeEdIn WiTh ThE bUrNs If YoU’d LiKe, I dOn’T mInD :o)

 

GC: TH4T’S P4RT OF YOUR PROBL3M M4K4R4. YOU N3V3R M1ND.

 

GC: T4K3S TH3 FUN OUT OF TH1S