Homestuck One Shots

GamKar - Prescribed Adoration

"HEY JACKASS, YOU GOT ANY MILK?"

Your head was buried in the depths of the refrigerator, searching for the nearest beverage to complement your bowl of delicious Cheerios.

Although, the only decent liquid, besides the ludicrous amounts of Faygo, was a half empty jug of O.J.

You wondered why this guy even had cereal considering the amounts of junk he eats, not including his slaphappy addiction to that disgusting excuse of a soft drink he seems to enjoy.

Hopelessly scavenging for any other option, you averted your eyes to a bottle of pills on the counter. Printed across the label was the name "Makara, Gamzee" so you presumed that they were prescribed.

But what for?

"HoNk." Your attempts to initiate a somewhat customary morning were soon trashed as you were greeted by your roommate/matesprite in the most absurd way imaginable.

It made you jump out of your skin and leap onto the counter in a yelp of surprise.

When you spun around, he was extremely close to the point where breathing could be considered an invasion of property. You swear, this guy had no personal boundaries whatsoever.

"WhAt WaS tHaT kArBrO?" Of course he wasn't paying attention to your question.

Just like he wasn't paying attention to the fact that you had a bowl of dry cereal in your hands when he decided to say good morning.

You cursed out his name while he proceeded to embrace you in a tight hug. Knowing his amount of strength, struggling would just be pointless.

Nevertheless, you proceeded to grumble in discomfort. Although you couldn't deny that you enjoyed his embrace.

He then released you, observing the mess of cereal on the floor.

"WoOpS. sHoUlD pRoBaBlY cLeAn ThAt Up, HeY mOtHeRfUcKeR?" the clown said, walking towards the pantry to grab a broom.

You watched as Gamzee cleaned up the mess. His hair was still a ravaging mess and you dreaded the thought of having to comb it again.

For once, you could actually see his face as he had washed his face paint off last night.

It seemed kind of strange seeing him without it considering that he wore it all the fucking time. But you thought he looked perfect just as he was.

"WhAt YoU lOoKiNg At KaRkAt?" He finished cleaning up the mess and had already put the broom away.

A smile was currently spread across his face and you realized you had been staring.

Dammit. Quick, change the subject.

"WHAT ARE THOSE PILLS ON THE COUNTER, GAMZ?" You blurted. His expression faded and you thought it might not have been the best subject to discuss.

"Oh..tHoSe MoThErFuCkIn ThInGs. ThEy'Re JuSt My MeDs BrO. nOtHiN tO bE cOncErNeD aBoUt." He said, trying to sound cheery but you could tell he was covering something up. You dropped the subject but decided that you would check up on it later.

That night you snuck into the kitchen & snatched the bottle from the counter. It hadn't moved there since this morning which made you wonder if he had even taken them. On the sticker you read "Medication: Risperidone." Being unfamiliar with this type of drug you looked it up on the internet, discovering that it was mainly used to treat schizophrenia.

No

After being with this shitstain for about 2 months you think you would've picked up on this sort of thing. I mean, its not like he was seeing shit from all you could tell. Now that you think about it, there were times where you had appeared to be talking to someone. Some sort of "invisible being" but you figured it was just the joint playing tricks on him.

"KaRbRo?" Fuck. You had woken him up. You hung your head, knowing he had caught you red handed.

The clowns eyes wandered to the bottle of prescription on the computer desk. Then you had remembered your purpose of researching in the first place.

"GAMZEE, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" You looked him with the most caring expression you could muster, but you were pretty sure it was just a dead face glare by the way he looked down at his feet. He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck before he spoke.

"DiDn'T wAnT yOu WoRrYiN aNd AlL. i KnOw YoUvE bEeN sTrEsSiNg OuT lAtElY aNd I dIdnT wAnT tO pUt MoRe On YoUr PlAtE, yA kNoW?"

You sighed. He was right, you had been acting out a lot lately and it wasn't fair to him. Maybe it was best he didn't tell you..no. No he still should've. You were glad you had found out when you did though before he had gone through some sort of psychotic episode.

"IT'S OK GAMZEE. JUST DON'T- JUST TELL ME THESE KIND OF THINGS NEXT TIME." He nodded & gave you the biggest grin. You knew what was coming before he has wrapped you up in a giant hug. You patted his back lightly.

"ALRIGHT NOW LETS GET YOU BACK TO BE- WOAH HEY!!" You cursed his ridiculous height & your incredibly tiny build. Your legs were jangling helplessly as he began to carry you up the stairs.

"PUT ME DOWN YOU NUMBSKULL, THIS ISNT FUNNY!" You kicked & shouted until he finally complied with a "SuRe ThInG, kArBro." Your body flopped down onto the mattress & you were enveloped in a warm, cuddly embrace. You sighed, nuzzling your face into his bare chest, smiling knowing he wouldn't notice.

"GoOdNiGhT kArBrO."

"GOODNIGHT GAM."

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