As the hazy darkness lifted from your tired eyes you realised you definitely weren't in the closet; much less your own hive. As you attempted to push yourself upwards, off the concrete, you realised that you were weighted down by something. Multiple somethings.
(A/N I'm really sorry but this will be in the POV of a female....I'm sorry if that offends some other people, wasn't my intent but it's just easier for me to write like so.)
A royal purple dress covered your frail body, shorter in the front and longer in the back as well as cinched at the waist. The black and purple lace wrapped around your body like a sea of delicate luxury. Your finned ears had golden cuffs pinching the thin, not to mention REALLY sensitive, flesh. You felt a stinging sensation on your horns, only to find small holes drilled into them as jewellery hung from them. You wanted to cry out in confusion but after remembering what happened just a little while ago, you decided that wasn't the best decision. Looking around at your surroundings you seemed to be in a nice jail cell. There were bars at the front of it but the rest looked like a scene from a fantasy film. There was a comfortable looking bed as well as a large, but barred, window. You sighed as you plopped down on the bed, legs dangling off the edge. Thoughts raced trough your head, all of them holding one question: WHAT THE HELL, GAMZEE!?!
Your head fell into your hands as your mind started to fill with even more confusion. The atmosphere grew dark as the sound of footfalls echoed off the stone walls. At your cell stood a blood covered Makara. His grin broke into abnormal smile as he saw that you were awake.
"My motherfuckin miracle finally opened her goddamned eyes. How motherfuckin precious. Now you can watch as I tear open that pretty little skin of yours to see your motherfuckin blood pour out." Gamzee said as he tore open the cell door. You flinched as the metal smacked against the stone walls around you.
"Fine." You stated, realising that there was no sane way to escape the situation at hand. Gamzee walked over and pulled your arm into his chest, the rest of your body quickly following.
"It's a shame you have to be motherfuckin culled. AFTER ALL THE MESSIAHS IN THE HEAVENS ABOVE CREATED SUCH A GIFT." He stated as he stroked your cheek. Flinching back, your jewellery rattled against your head, making your ears ring. And without second hesitation, you started sobbing. And sobbing. Without stopping. In your advanced peripheral vision you could see Gamzee's once torturous face twist in confusion. You embraced him for an unknown reason, nuzzling your wet face into his lanky torso. You hugged him without a return but that didn't seem to matter.
"Good bye Gamzee Makara. I always was flushed for you but I guess it's the end for me. You were always my closest friend when know one else even batted an eye at my exsistance." You let go of his body and held your arms out wide, prepared for any and all murderous outcomes that would occur at any moment. You felt something warm engulf your body. You assumed it was the sweet grip of death but you were far off. This time it was Gamzee violently sobbing into your shoulder. You quickly embraced him once more as he started whispering regretful nothings into your body.
"I dId NoT mOtHeRfUcKiN mEaN iT! I'm A mOnStEr!" Gamzee said, his regular tone reaching his voice once more.
"I know, Gamz. I know."
