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Gamzee wandered about the house, looking for his twin brother. The last time Gamzee saw him was when he left for the asylum, and that was…wow, how long has it been? Gamzee thought about what his brother looked like as he roamed the halls. ‘Did he snap? Has he gone crazy, like me? I wonder if he found a matesprit or kismesis yet…’

Then again, Gamzee knew how crazy his twin was in his own little way. Being constantly high was never good for his head, and that’s why Gamzee kicked it in the first place. Too bad being sober wasn’t that much better.

Gamzee found the door to his brothers room, and knocked three times. “Bro you in there? HelloooOOOoooooo…”

Gamzy jumped when something knocked on the door, accidentally pushing is husktop closed and off his lap simultaneously. He stared at it for a few moments, worried it would get back up, before squinting and poking it, jumping back shortly after making contact.

It didn’t move.

With a sigh of relief, the clown shook his head at himself and rubbed the back of his head with one hand. Maybe he wasn’t doing so great at the moment. His sopor slime was wearing off since he hadn’t eaten since that morning, and-

Gamzy glanced at the clock before allowing himself a honking chuckle. It was 6 pm. It had been over 14 hours since he had last eaten. Oh well, he could eat after he was done watching his movies. He had found a list of horror movies that he hadn’t seen, and was keen on watching them all before Eridan got back from wherever he had gone off to and—

Oh right. The door.

Finding a shirt and pulling it on, Gamzy didn’t bother with his slippers as he headed to his bedroom door. He paused, hand on the door knob, then got close to the door and pulled it open enough to shove his nose through.

He stared up at his twin on the other side of the door, eyes narrowing. “What’s up, my brother?” He asked cautiously, moving his foot to the corner of his door so that his twin couldn’t push it open.

Gamz looked down at his brother, slightly put off of his…appearance. “What’s wrong bro, you scared of me?” He gave off a toothy grin, remembering how easily scared his twin got. “Haven’t seen you in a while, thought you would be happy that I’m back.”

Gamz leaned against the door and noticed it wouldn’t budge if he tried. Oh well, he didn’t need to get into his brothers room, he was there to talk. “So, you get a matesprit yet, twin of mine?” Before continuing, he noticed how bloodshot his eyes were. Well, bloodshot or raged, he couldn’t really tell.

Gamzy’s eyes narrowed to slits the second his brother’s lips moved. He listened carefully, repositioning his foot when the other put weight on the door. He was NOT getting into his damned room.

“I ain’t scared, and you can stop being so motherfucking nosy, other me.” Gamzy snapped, staring his twin down. Why was he so damned curious? Did Gamz know about Eridan? Was he trying to take Eridan?

He’d better not fucking be, or Gamzy would have to slap some sense into him. No one fucked with Eridan or they’d need to deal with Gamzy.

“It’s none of your motherfuckin’ buisness, so collect your unhonkable nose and leave.” If looks could kill, Gamz would be on the ground bleeding right then.

Damn Gamzy sure knew how to be hilarious and intimidating at the same time. Gamz couldn’t help but laugh at how his twin was starting to do his job better.

“Whoa there, your hostility is not needed, Gamzy. You don’t want to hate your own twin brother, do you?” Truth was, Gamz loved egging his twin as much as he could. “Now I heard through the grapevine that a certain sea dweller now lives in the house. I wonder if I can get him to be my kismesis…Knowing Eridan, he would gladly take up the offer.”

Gamz knew of his twin and the fish mans little get together. News like that travels fast in this family. ”Look bro, I just wanted to talk after how long its been. Catch up on things, you know?”

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Gamzee wandered about the house, looking for his twin brother. The last time Gamzee saw him was when he left for the asylum, and that was…wow, how long has it been? Gamzee thought about what his brother looked like as he roamed the halls. ‘Did he snap? Has he gone crazy, like me? I wonder if he found a matesprit or kismesis yet…’

Then again, Gamzee knew how crazy his twin was in his own little way. Being constantly high was never good for his head, and that’s why Gamzee kicked it in the first place. Too bad being sober wasn’t that much better.

Gamzee found the door to his brothers room, and knocked three times. “Bro you in there? HelloooOOOoooooo…”

Gamzy jumped when something knocked on the door, accidentally pushing is husktop closed and off his lap simultaneously. He stared at it for a few moments, worried it would get back up, before squinting and poking it, jumping back shortly after making contact.

It didn’t move.

With a sigh of relief, the clown shook his head at himself and rubbed the back of his head with one hand. Maybe he wasn’t doing so great at the moment. His sopor slime was wearing off since he hadn’t eaten since that morning, and-

Gamzy glanced at the clock before allowing himself a honking chuckle. It was 6 pm. It had been over 14 hours since he had last eaten. Oh well, he could eat after he was done watching his movies. He had found a list of horror movies that he hadn’t seen, and was keen on watching them all before Eridan got back from wherever he had gone off to and—

Oh right. The door.

Finding a shirt and pulling it on, Gamzy didn’t bother with his slippers as he headed to his bedroom door. He paused, hand on the door knob, then got close to the door and pulled it open enough to shove his nose through.

He stared up at his twin on the other side of the door, eyes narrowing. “What’s up, my brother?” He asked cautiously, moving his foot to the corner of his door so that his twin couldn’t push it open.

Gamz looked down at his brother, slightly put off of his…appearance. “What’s wrong bro, you scared of me?” He gave off a toothy grin, remembering how easily scared his twin got. “Haven’t seen you in a while, thought you would be happy that I’m back.”

Gamz leaned against the door and noticed it wouldn’t budge if he tried. Oh well, he didn’t need to get into his brothers room, he was there to talk. “So, you get a matesprit yet, twin of mine?” Before continuing, he noticed how bloodshot his eyes were. Well, bloodshot or raged, he couldn’t really tell.

Gamzee wandered about the house, looking for his twin brother. The last time Gamzee saw him was when he left for the asylum, and that was…wow, how long has it been? Gamzee thought about what his brother looked like as he roamed the halls. ‘Did he snap? Has he gone crazy, like me? I wonder if he found a matesprit or kismesis yet…’

Then again, Gamzee knew how crazy his twin was in his own little way. Being constantly high was never good for his head, and that’s why Gamzee kicked it in the first place. Too bad being sober wasn’t that much better.

Gamzee found the door to his brothers room, and knocked three times. “Bro you in there? HelloooOOOoooooo…”

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(Its like it knows me. What the hell.)

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Kanaya cringed away from the flames, desperately looking for a way to get to Gamz, there had to be one. She bit her lip, struggling not to cry out any warnings, Feferi was putting herself in a lot of danger for this, she couldn’t screw it up. She slipped through an opening in the flames, inching closer to Gamz. Kanaya needed a way to stop him, before anyone got hurt, the only issue was how.

She gripped the chainsaw in her hands, it was off, there was no need for it to be on, hopefully. She contemplated her choices, she could ram him in the back with the handle, but it would be unlikely to work, given the height difference, and it at most would open his wounds. She was looking over him carefully,trying to figure out the best way to successfully sedate him, when she noticed it. Gamz was crying.

Kanaya shook her head, she needed to think clearly, she needed to act, before someone was culled. Her gaze fell to a nearby vase, barely touched by the flames…that would work. She slipped the tube of lipstick into her pocket, picking up the vase instead. She had one chance, that was it. Kanaya crept up behind him, raising the vase as high as she could, her arms trembling.

This was how it was all going to end. The asylum up in flames, staring down the headmaster. Well, at least people will know about Gamzee died trying to stop the worst ‘mental health facility’ of all time.

The tears continued to flow. “DO YOU REALLY HAVE NOTHING TO SAY. after everything you have done to us. EVERYTHING YOU DID TO ME. you are a monster that must be destroyed.” Gamzee spat out the match, faintly noticing something behind him move. He took no mind of it. “I WILL DESTROY YOU AND THIS FACILITY. i will continue for as long as i am forced to stay here.”

Gamzee let the green flame burn and have the colors combine, making the rest the fire a bright jade. The new flames whispered to Gamzee. They warned him of the movement behind him. He turned around, shocked at what he saw.

“Kan…Kan what are you doing here. It’s not safe here. You need to go back home.” His eyes returned their normal yellow glow as he looked at her. Something was wrong. Why was she here?

She nearly dropped the vase at his sudden movement, her eyes widening. “Gamz?” Kanayas arms lowered a fraction of an inch, “You- you know who I am? You-recognize me?” her hands shook as her grip on the vase tightened.

“Oh god, Gamzee. Please, listen to me! You have to snap out of this. Y-you’re burning down the house! I-I am home!” Her voice cracked, her eyes watering from the smoke and heat. Her skin felt uncomfortably hot, they needed to get out of the room, before they were all burned alive.

Kanaya coughed, lowering the vase, “I-I will to have to use force if you do not stop this! You are going to kill all of us!” her voice shook, the composure she had kept up almost completely gone. “Please. Don’t make me hurt you, Gamz. Please.” She clutched the vase to her chest, not daring to hope. He had recognized her, at least, but it may have been too late.

The wounds Gamzee suffered recently started to slowly open again, his indigo blood slowly pumping out into the cloth. He couldn’t understand quite fully what she said. The white tile floors were fading and soft carpet was taking its place. The fire still burned bright, but the screams he was hearing was his own family. “No you can’t be telling the truth..We are in the asylum! We have to be!”

Gamzee turned to see the headmaster- wait no. Was that…Was that his mother? His world had become his nightmare. And he was the one who created it. The flames grew high into the ceiling and far across the floors. “No…this CAN’T be true! Kan no you need to leave! It’s not safe!” Gamzee looked back at her, his eyes continued to flow tears and his wounds pumped more blood.

He walked to her, dropping the flamethrower in the process, and hugged her. “I’m so sorry…Leave me here. I must pay for what I have done.” The florescent lights of the asylum finally flickered off and he was back in his old house. And he was destroying it. He couldn’t save himself. He tried so hard to save everyone he could but he almost killed them. He couldn’t live with himself for what he has done.

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“ELECTRIFYING CLOWNS AGAIN AND AGAIN SURE MUST GET MOTHERFUCKING OLD. it was really only funny the first time. REPEATED ACTIONS ASKING FOR DIFFERENT RESULTS. isn’t that insanity, headmaster. MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE LOCKED UP HERE AS WELL.”

The trident flew through the air, landing right next to him. Gamzee felt the air flow straight past him. She missed. On purpose? He turned and aimed the gun towards the weapon, and set it ablaze. “you know, some gifts are really unneeded. I GUESS THIS ONE SHALL BE MARKED ‘RETURN TO MOTHERFUCKING SENDER’. woops, made an awful pun.” He picked up the trident, now aflame with gold and bronze. “PLEASE EXCUSE MY RUDENESS, HEADMASTER.”

Right as he was throwing the trident back, he swore he could hear his mother. It threw him off and the trident went sideways from the original target, straight for the wall right next to the headmaster. “M…Mom..?” He shook his head. It was the gas they spread around, it gave hallucinations to a poor persons mind.

Fef backed against the wall as her son started to speak, her silent sobs racking her frame. She couldn’t hold it back anymore, this was her son and it was all her fault. This was her little boy, her baby, and he hated the people who where “helping” him. What did they do to him? Why didn’t she ever visit him?

She hadn’t noticed the flaming trident until it hit the wall next to her. If he hadn’t missed, she’d be decorating the wall under those sharp points.

Huh, weird way to go, being killed by your most trusted asset.

She looked up when his voice grew softer, the questioning tone in his voice carrying into her ears. “BABY IT’S M—E, PL—EAS—E, PL-EAS—E GAMZEE!” Her voice was still thick with hiccups, and it wavered with desperation. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he could get knocked out of this, maybe Kan didn’t need to sedate him, maybe it would be okay.

But “maybe” is a very strong word.

The voice had to be fake. There was no way his own mother would visit him in the asylum. She didn’t love him, she preferred the twin who was always high on his ass and horny all the time. “nice try, headmaster. YOUR DAMN TRICKS WON’T MOTHERFUCKING WORK ON ME.”

Gamzee pulled out another grenade and tossed it under the wreckage of the chandelier. He aimed and pulled the trigger, flames shooting out and hitting the explosive and set it off. “you started this, headmaster. YOU MOTHERFUCKING HONESTLY EXPECT ME TO STOP. the things you did to all of us here. IT MADE ME REALIZE JUST HOW AWFUL THIS WORLD IS. how horrible you are.” Tears started to form in his dark red eyes. “YOUR METHODS ARE FOR KILLING. so now i must show you how truly monstrous you are.”

He pulled out a match and lit it. It was one of the jade green flames. ‘Sorry, Kanaya,’ he thought to himself. ‘But this has to end.’ He set the unlit end into his mouth and slowly chewed the wooden end. The tears kept coming. Yet he wasn’t sad. Why did he have tears? “SO HEADMASTER. what shall it be.”

Kanaya cringed away from the flames, desperately looking for a way to get to Gamz, there had to be one. She bit her lip, struggling not to cry out any warnings, Feferi was putting herself in a lot of danger for this, she couldn’t screw it up. She slipped through an opening in the flames, inching closer to Gamz. Kanaya needed a way to stop him, before anyone got hurt, the only issue was how.

She gripped the chainsaw in her hands, it was off, there was no need for it to be on, hopefully. She contemplated her choices, she could ram him in the back with the handle, but it would be unlikely to work, given the height difference, and it at most would open his wounds. She was looking over him carefully,trying to figure out the best way to successfully sedate him, when she noticed it. Gamz was crying.

Kanaya shook her head, she needed to think clearly, she needed to act, before someone was culled. Her gaze fell to a nearby vase, barely touched by the flames…that would work. She slipped the tube of lipstick into her pocket, picking up the vase instead. She had one chance, that was it. Kanaya crept up behind him, raising the vase as high as she could, her arms trembling.

This was how it was all going to end. The asylum up in flames, staring down the headmaster. Well, at least people will know about Gamzee died trying to stop the worst ‘mental health facility’ of all time.

The tears continued to flow. “DO YOU REALLY HAVE NOTHING TO SAY. after everything you have done to us. EVERYTHING YOU DID TO ME. you are a monster that must be destroyed.” Gamzee spat out the match, faintly noticing something behind him move. He took no mind of it. “I WILL DESTROY YOU AND THIS FACILITY. i will continue for as long as i am forced to stay here.”

Gamzee let the green flame burn and have the colors combine, making the rest the fire a bright jade. The new flames whispered to Gamzee. They warned him of the movement behind him. He turned around, shocked at what he saw.

“Kan…Kan what are you doing here. It’s not safe here. You need to go back home.” His eyes returned their normal yellow glow as he looked at her. Something was wrong. Why was she here?

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Kanaya walked quickly to keep pace with Feferi, her face pale, “I-I understand, Mother, there isn’t really a way around it, I suppose.” her grip tightened on the small tube of lipstick in her hand, “He… has to be stopped. Yes. Before anyone gets hurt.” she murmured, more to herself than Feferi. She pushed down all of her emotions, her face calm, business like, she didn’t care how much she cared for Gamz, the safety of the family came first, it always did, and her own safety came right behind it. 

She didn’t care what she had to do to protect her family, if Mother asked for it, she would do it. But just a small bit of reluctance remained. Sedation was a rather vague term.

He could hear them through the roar of the fire. The great flames whispered to Gamzee that the headmaster and her assistant were headed his way, and he had enough time to prepare. He moved back to his equipment and set the great gun of flame aside. He looked into his backpack and pulled out one of the greater knives he carried around with him.

He walked back up the staircase with his gear, and waited. He waited until the flames said they were close enough. He pulled out the blade from its sheath, said goodbye, and threw with extreme force and precise aim. The knife soared through the air, slicing into chains and coming to rest in the ceiling above. The rusted chains that were holding up the chandelier instantly snapped from the years of misuse and the entire light fixture seemed to fall slowly to the ground, digging into the floor with some serious power.

As soon as everything but the fire that surrounded him and loved him was quiet, Gamzee spoke with as much care to the world as he did when he committed the accident that sent him to the hell-hole that was the asylum. “WHY, MISS HEADMASTER. how lovely it is to see you again. YOU LOOK AS YOU ALWAYS MOTHERFUCKING HAVE. you know, the extreme electro-shock therapy seems to be working. IT WENT TO GOOD USE FOR THESE LAST SEVEN MOTHERFUCKING DAYS. honk.” Gamzee stared down upon his visitors, flamethrower at the ready.

Feferi stepped back when she saw the falling chandelier, pushing her daughter behind her. She waited until the dust had settled, and peered through the flames to see… someone. All doubt in her mind vanished. This was not her son. Still, tears sprung from her eyes, a whimper fighting its way through her lips. “Kan, I’ll distract him. Go around back, try and find a break in the flames. Do whatever you have to to get him… down.” She stood tall, demanding attention. She might as well play a long, nothing could knock him out of this. It should keep him distracted anyway.

“Yes, I can see that. Its a shame you aren’t restrained now, with all those wires attached to you. I’m sure one more good volt could whip you right back into shape. It would be quite entertaining, even if it didn’t work.” Tears stung her eyes. It felt horrible to say these things, but anything to keep his attention. To keep her son’s attention. 

Oh, what happened to her baby.

All of the things she could of done to prevent it…

“Now, young man, you’ve been very bad. I think its time you went back to you’re room, dearie.” It took all of Fef’s power not to sob and hiccup. She pulled back her arm, throwing the trident, purposely aiming next to him. “Now please… dont make this any harder for me…” her voice dropped below a whisper, as all of her regret began to well up inside of her. If he dropped that chandelier, was he really still her son? Oh cod, what did they do to him? “my baby…”

“ELECTRIFYING CLOWNS AGAIN AND AGAIN SURE MUST GET MOTHERFUCKING OLD. it was really only funny the first time. REPEATED ACTIONS ASKING FOR DIFFERENT RESULTS. isn’t that insanity, headmaster. MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE LOCKED UP HERE AS WELL.”

The trident flew through the air, landing right next to him. Gamzee felt the air flow straight past him. She missed. On purpose? He turned and aimed the gun towards the weapon, and set it ablaze. “you know, some gifts are really unneeded. I GUESS THIS ONE SHALL BE MARKED ‘RETURN TO MOTHERFUCKING SENDER’. woops, made an awful pun.” He picked up the trident, now aflame with gold and bronze. “PLEASE EXCUSE MY RUDENESS, HEADMASTER.”

Right as he was throwing the trident back, he swore he could hear his mother. It threw him off and the trident went sideways from the original target, straight for the wall right next to the headmaster. “M…Mom..?” He shook his head. It was the gas they spread around, it gave hallucinations to a poor persons mind.

Fef backed against the wall as her son started to speak, her silent sobs racking her frame. She couldn’t hold it back anymore, this was her son and it was all her fault. This was her little boy, her baby, and he hated the people who where “helping” him. What did they do to him? Why didn’t she ever visit him?

She hadn’t noticed the flaming trident until it hit the wall next to her. If he hadn’t missed, she’d be decorating the wall under those sharp points.

Huh, weird way to go, being killed by your most trusted asset.

She looked up when his voice grew softer, the questioning tone in his voice carrying into her ears. “BABY IT’S M—E, PL—EAS—E, PL-EAS—E GAMZEE!” Her voice was still thick with hiccups, and it wavered with desperation. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he could get knocked out of this, maybe Kan didn’t need to sedate him, maybe it would be okay.

But “maybe” is a very strong word.

The voice had to be fake. There was no way his own mother would visit him in the asylum. She didn’t love him, she preferred the twin who was always high on his ass and horny all the time. “nice try, headmaster. YOUR DAMN TRICKS WON’T MOTHERFUCKING WORK ON ME.”

Gamzee pulled out another grenade and tossed it under the wreckage of the chandelier. He aimed and pulled the trigger, flames shooting out and hitting the explosive and set it off. “you started this, headmaster. YOU MOTHERFUCKING HONESTLY EXPECT ME TO STOP. the things you did to all of us here. IT MADE ME REALIZE JUST HOW AWFUL THIS WORLD IS. how horrible you are.” Tears started to form in his dark red eyes. “YOUR METHODS ARE FOR KILLING. so now i must show you how truly monstrous you are.”

He pulled out a match and lit it. It was one of the jade green flames. ‘Sorry, Kanaya,’ he thought to himself. ‘But this has to end.’ He set the unlit end into his mouth and slowly chewed the wooden end. The tears kept coming. Yet he wasn’t sad. Why did he have tears? “SO HEADMASTER. what shall it be.”

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Feferi looked up at Kan, cradling Tav in her arms. “Good, you’re here. I’ll talk while we walk.” Feferi shoved her toddler into Vriska’s arms, who must of been about to evacuate, and walked briskly down the hall. The tears had stopped flowing with the help of the thought that someone (she didn’t dare think of him as her son. She would break down and she needed to deal with this, there was time for sobbing later) was endangering her house and children. “I know how close you’ve gotten with… your brother… recently… but you have to remember he’s not himself right now. He’s endangering everyone, yourself included, myself, even Tavros. And especially himself.” Feferi turned corners briskly, following the smell of smoke and burning film. He’d gotten into her tapes. “We have to find a way to sedate him.  Remember, whoever he is now…” She took a deep breath, not really talking to kan anymore. Her grip on the trident tightened, her knuckles white.

“He’s not Gamz.”

Kanaya walked quickly to keep pace with Feferi, her face pale, “I-I understand, Mother, there isn’t really a way around it, I suppose.” her grip tightened on the small tube of lipstick in her hand, “He… has to be stopped. Yes. Before anyone gets hurt.” she murmured, more to herself than Feferi. She pushed down all of her emotions, her face calm, business like, she didn’t care how much she cared for Gamz, the safety of the family came first, it always did, and her own safety came right behind it. 

She didn’t care what she had to do to protect her family, if Mother asked for it, she would do it. But just a small bit of reluctance remained. Sedation was a rather vague term.

He could hear them through the roar of the fire. The great flames whispered to Gamzee that the headmaster and her assistant were headed his way, and he had enough time to prepare. He moved back to his equipment and set the great gun of flame aside. He looked into his backpack and pulled out one of the greater knives he carried around with him.

He walked back up the staircase with his gear, and waited. He waited until the flames said they were close enough. He pulled out the blade from its sheath, said goodbye, and threw with extreme force and precise aim. The knife soared through the air, slicing into chains and coming to rest in the ceiling above. The rusted chains that were holding up the chandelier instantly snapped from the years of misuse and the entire light fixture seemed to fall slowly to the ground, digging into the floor with some serious power.

As soon as everything but the fire that surrounded him and loved him was quiet, Gamzee spoke with as much care to the world as he did when he committed the accident that sent him to the hell-hole that was the asylum. “WHY, MISS HEADMASTER. how lovely it is to see you again. YOU LOOK AS YOU ALWAYS MOTHERFUCKING HAVE. you know, the extreme electro-shock therapy seems to be working. IT WENT TO GOOD USE FOR THESE LAST SEVEN MOTHERFUCKING DAYS. honk.” Gamzee stared down upon his visitors, flamethrower at the ready.

Feferi stepped back when she saw the falling chandelier, pushing her daughter behind her. She waited until the dust had settled, and peered through the flames to see… someone. All doubt in her mind vanished. This was not her son. Still, tears sprung from her eyes, a whimper fighting its way through her lips. “Kan, I’ll distract him. Go around back, try and find a break in the flames. Do whatever you have to to get him… down.” She stood tall, demanding attention. She might as well play a long, nothing could knock him out of this. It should keep him distracted anyway.

“Yes, I can see that. Its a shame you aren’t restrained now, with all those wires attached to you. I’m sure one more good volt could whip you right back into shape. It would be quite entertaining, even if it didn’t work.” Tears stung her eyes. It felt horrible to say these things, but anything to keep his attention. To keep her son’s attention. 

Oh, what happened to her baby.

All of the things she could of done to prevent it…

“Now, young man, you’ve been very bad. I think its time you went back to you’re room, dearie.” It took all of Fef’s power not to sob and hiccup. She pulled back her arm, throwing the trident, purposely aiming next to him. “Now please… dont make this any harder for me…” her voice dropped below a whisper, as all of her regret began to well up inside of her. If he dropped that chandelier, was he really still her son? Oh cod, what did they do to him? “my baby…”

“ELECTRIFYING CLOWNS AGAIN AND AGAIN SURE MUST GET MOTHERFUCKING OLD. it was really only funny the first time. REPEATED ACTIONS ASKING FOR DIFFERENT RESULTS. isn’t that insanity, headmaster. MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE LOCKED UP HERE AS WELL.”

The trident flew through the air, landing right next to him. Gamzee felt the air flow straight past him. She missed. On purpose? He turned and aimed the gun towards the weapon, and set it ablaze. “you know, some gifts are really unneeded. I GUESS THIS ONE SHALL BE MARKED ‘RETURN TO MOTHERFUCKING SENDER’. woops, made an awful pun.” He picked up the trident, now aflame with gold and bronze. “PLEASE EXCUSE MY RUDENESS, HEADMASTER.”

Right as he was throwing the trident back, he swore he could hear his mother. It threw him off and the trident went sideways from the original target, straight for the wall right next to the headmaster. “M…Mom..?” He shook his head. It was the gas they spread around, it gave hallucinations to a poor persons mind.