Homestuck x Reader in 2022 (2023*!?!?!!?[2024?💀])

Stress Relief - Gamzee x Reader

The clock chimed midnight as you laid in bed, slipping in and out of sleep. The house was quiet, you being the only one home tonight. Finally, you were woken up by a noise coming from your walkie-talkie on your bedside table, your main way to contact Gamzee, who either didn't respond in other devices or didn't have enough signal to text or call. Which mostly you think about the first option, knowing he get's high from time to time and forget about social life. You heard his soft voice over the grainy static.

"Y/n sis...? Are you awake?"

He said, his voice sounding broken and tearfilled. Gamzee didn't have nightmares often, but somehow, you just knew... You were a little startled, but quickly reached over the radio. After a couple of seconds he received your response. Your voice was a bit groggy, due the sleepiness you couldn't satisfy.

"Y-yeah, are you alright?"

You replied, slightly concerned, getting to your senses slowly. A faint sigh comes over the radio, as Gamzee attempts to collect himself.

"I just had a..." A small pause. "Nightmare.."

You could hear the pain in his voice. While you heard Gamzee's voice over the radio, you could almost see him. Everyone turned him down, just because of his behavior and usual stoner nature. But you knew there was a whole world behind that smudgy exterior of his. Perhaps you have a savior complex though. You frowned and sighed, you responded to him.

"Do you want to come over? Can you?"

There's a small pause as he thinks.

"Would you mind if I did?"

He asked, sounding much better than he had just before.

"I don't mind at all, at least you will know I'll be next to you if anything happens, bud"

You said, he's such a nice guy, of course you worry about his well being. Another short pause.

"Thank you, I..." He trails off. "Be there soon."

He said, hanging up the radio before you could respond. You knew he hated to cry in front of anyone. Maybe that's why he kept to himself sometimes, masking it with his goofy behavior. You sighed and got out of bed. You placed the radio in your pocket. You had a really small place, but it was enough for yourself. You decided to walk to your closet and get a fluffy blanket. You had a small couch for two people in your livingroom, so you exit your room with the voluminous blanket under your arm, leading your way to the livingroom through the short corridor. You stood by the couch and placed the blanket on it. You came back to your room and took a pillow from your bed to also place it at the couch, making a bed for yourself. You decided to sleep there since you were the smaller one, and lend your bed to Gamzee. You sat on your bed-couch now, thinking about what might be wrong with Gamzee lately. He appears to be more distracted than usual from reality, in an odd way, also being more aware to his surroundings, as if his mind is turning around. Leaning on the back of the couch and closing your eyes, until Gamzee arrives at least, you were lost in thought, wondering what was his nightmare about. He said in previous occasions that he had nightmares about a deceiving puppet, angels, having no choice but to kill his friends for a greater good. A knock was heard at your front door a couple of minutes later, getting you back to reality and by instinct, you knew it was Gamzee. He hated knocking for some reason. You opened the front door, and he was standing outside, with a red eye from crying surely, and no make up. You stepped aside and he walked inside.