Snapped Insanities

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**HELLO, MY LOVELIES!!! HOW ARE YOUUUUU TODAYYYYY?!?!?! Seriously, how is everyone. I understand I haven't been active on this story. I hope y'all forgive me. Recently, I've had to push through a lot of obstacles in my life. One of those obstacles (please note, I'm not telling you this for pity attention. I don't want that nor do I need it. This is just so you understand what I mean) is the death of one of my baby nieces. That, among other things, has had my attention and time. I will continue this story, but there will be some time between chapters. I may even do several chapters at once. Aside from this, I just hope you guys still love this story. This has been my longest project and I've loved every second of it. Thanks for helping me push myself to work on something I love.

NOW, CHEESY LOVEY DOVEY AUTHOR OUT**

Gamzee's POV

Find them, Gamzee. They're not playing fair.

No, no they aren't. They ran before I could explain the rules. Now, all of them will pay.

Yes, punish your father, your brother, all of them. Make them all feel your pain.

And with that, I was off. In search of that wrenched man, my pathetic brother, and that blind wimp. I knew this area well, so it won't take me long to find them. I started down the road, to a little motel we used to stay at during our visits to Mother. I could feel my insanity take full control of my mind and body. A burning rage filled my very being, threatening to snap my very soul. All the years of pent-up pain, depression, and hatred fueled my thoughts as I grew closer to the grotesquely cozy motel. It gave of a sense of home to those who stayed here. Too bad a few customers won't be feeling very homey.

I stalked past several windows until I saw my target. With a dark chuckle, I kicked in the fragile door and greeted everyone with a gruesome smile stretching across my cheeks. Father pulled Terezi and my brother behind him in a humorous attempt to protect them. A quick flash of a scene came across my mind. A scene where these walls were painted beautifully with these bitches' blood. I snapped and charged at the man, throwing myself at him in a tackle. The little group all fell together.

Do it, Gamzee. Give them the pain you've felt for years. Show them the horrors you can accomplish.

That little voice gave me the last push I needed. Three pairs of eyes stared up at me, glistening with terrified tears while I ripped off a piece of wood from the nightstand next to me and swung in Father's direction. He dodged enough for me to miss his head but I ended up hitting Kurloz in the ribs. Oh well. A hit is a motherfucking hit. And I was enjoying every moment.

My old man tried a quick tackle on me but I held my ground. I held his large form in place, his head under my arm with his around my waist. I swiftly slammed one end of the wood into his spine. Father grunted in pain and slumped to the floor in a stunned, crumpled mess. Another hit to the head and he's knocked unconscious. I turned the the other two, hiding in the corner in shock. Kurloz caught my eye and held in a defiant glare.

How dare he stare you down? You are the stronger one, the one to inherit your father's business. He is weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, WEAK! KILL HIM! KILL YOUR WEAK BROTHER, GAMZEE! DO IT!

But something held me in place. I was suddenly lifted in the air. There was a lining of red and blue static carrying me. "C'mon, Gamz. That'th not nithe. How about we get you your medithine?"

Reader's POV

I was fast asleep when I was woken up to cold water being dumped on my head. With a jolt, I lost my balance on the chair I've been chained to since coming here. A loud thud echoed in the large empty room as I fell to my side, letting out a pained oof. Someone cackled over me as they roughly pulled me upright. Vriska glared at me, her face mere inches from mine. I took the opportunity and spat all over her nose. She screamed before slapping me and knocking me back to the floor. Her foot connected with my stomach repeatedly until I could taste blood. This little action triggered something inside me, a small suppressed bit of me emerged and took over. A soft chuckle filled the large room, growing into a laugh of insanity. My blood sprayed from my laughs as I continued to laugh and laugh and laugh.

Vriska stood over me with a look of disgust. Her blue eyes filling with pure hatred and a twinge of fear. She backed away before leaving me alone, laughing. Oh how I wanted to hurt her. How I wanted to make her feel the pain she's caused everyone. That bitch has no reason to live, so she must die. Vriska must die. I'm going to kill her, slowly and very, very painfully. Her screams will be music to me. Her blood and body will help me paint a portrait of the insanity she has brought back to life in me.

My laughter died down after about 10 minutes before a song popped into my head. I shuffled until I was somewhat comfy, then I started singing. My melodic voice rang out against the walls.

Are you insane like me? 
Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?
Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?
Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?
Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?

And all the people say
You can't wake up, this is not a dream
You're part of a machine, you are not a human being
With your face all made up, living on a screen
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline

Something smiled in me as I planned that bitch's death. "Oh Vriska, you have no idea what's coming to you." A new smile sprouted on my own face as I waited for her next visit.
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"I hope you're ready for the time of your life!"

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 17, 2018 ⏰

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