Wicked Elixir

I Just Want To Play

When you wake, Karkat is yelling at someone. You look up and around.

"Why are you all starting some sick fires in here. What all up and happened?"

Roxy and Karkat look at you funny.

"Gamzee, you're awake."

"Yeah after y'all got some kind of wicked yelling on and woke me from some dark dreams."

You smile and then laugh somewhat deviously. You stretch your legs and then get up and stretch your arms.

"What's the happs for food, I'm famished."

Believe it or not, this new world has done you some good. Your vocabulary has gotten significantly better and so has your sentence structure. It's all the time you spent around everyone after the end of the game. Then you slowly receded into disappearing for days and then returning only to shower and eat. The good habits you picked up never really left you.

"I don't fucking know, I think you can fend for yourself," Karkat says storming off.

"What's his problem?"

"Well... We disagree on some things. He's real passionate you know."

She shrugs and then goes to the refrigerator to look around.

"I'm not much of a cook, but I can try," she says.

You laugh and nod.

"Whatever floats your bulge," you reply with a snicker.

"What does that even mean, what the hell Gam."

"Motherfucker, I know what I'm saying."

She just rolls her eyes and then she starts making something that makes your nostrils twitch with want. You smile practically drooling.

"Oh man, food smells good what is that even?"

She turns to you, a plate in hand.

"Back home we call this a blt, enjoy."

You scarf down the sandwich without even thinking twice about it. You were so damn hungry. You thank Roxy for the food and then make your way to the door where you kicked off your shoes the night before. You throw them on and head out. It's bright and it sort of bothers you (probably due to a lack of sleep.) You'll get over the pain, you have a mission to go on. You look at what you're wearing and notice you've gone classic Gamzee style. You're wearing a shirt with your sign and your black and gray spotted pants on. 

You make your way to the part of town you were in last night and search for that alley. There should be some sort of blood trail from the girl. She had left a pretty bruise on your arm from holding so tightly. Plus she was... a damn good enigma and you wanted answers. Although she'd probably try to kill you after what you did to her. Whatever it's not like you couldn't threaten her to get answers... Right?

You can't find the alley or any blood in any alley you look in. You must've been way far out. You can't find it the next day either. Or any time after that that you look. It starts to depress you and you find yourself getting increasingly more frustrated. 

The bruise is gone before any hint of her shows up.