Gamzee Makara x Male Reader

Chapter One

   Pain. That was all you could feel currently. And it wasn't just the, 'oh damn that really kinda sorta hurts' kind of pain. No, this was the 'holy fucking shitmonger this is beyond normal' kind of hurt. Groaning some, you curled up tighter in a ball, hearing voices around you.

   "Hey, is the shitbag alive? Gamzee, you psychotic clown what the fuck were you thinking!"

   "Its all chill Karbro. I couldn't just up and leave a motherfucker all out in the sun and what not could I?"

   "Yes, you could have. It...It looks like a human! But those fucking horns..."

   The voices fade in and out now, silencing when you groan again and hift your body some. Pain wracked your skull, and you barely remembered a single thing at all. Slowly, you'd force your red-black eyes open, everything around you dark purple colored and mostly blurry.

   "Hey man, he's up. Let's go greet the bro." The first, deep voice would almost slurr, and you heard the second, more irritated voice speak quickly.

   "No you fuckass! Stay here, it's bad enough you brought it to your hive, but now you're wanting to make friends with the thing? Get your thinkpan on straight nooksniffer!" You force yourself up by your hands, feeling your arms tremble, looking down to see your nails longer and black, pointed like claws.

   Well, this was unusual. Trying to stand, you only manage to collapse to the ground with a yelp, feeling something hit an odd extension on your head. The pain bloomed from there, making you howl like you were dying and curl up tightly. A split second later, you felt arms sliding around you, cursing behind the person lifting you up to set you back on the couch you'd been laying on.

   "Woah there brother. Now, don't you go moving around too much motherfucker. You'll hurt yourself. And those wicked horns of yours look pretty fresh, so just chill here." You hear the voice, oddly calming and just lay there, staring up to see the blurry blob of a face. You can't tell who or what the person is, but you can tell at least that he seems genuinely interested in you being alright.

   "Oh man...seriously, this is fucked up. What will we do if the threshecutioners find out? Do we even know where this guy fucking seriously belong?" The other male ranted, a soft honk sound escaping the male that held you.

   "Woah, Karbro, just calm down. If it helps a brother out, I took him in right before the sun was rising man. No one saw me, and he was just laying out cold there. It's chill bro. Now just sit and take some deep breaths." You turn your head some, struggling to speak, a grumbling sound escaping you before you make a sound finally.

   "..Scrreee!" At this, you feel the eyes of both of them lock on you in surprise, you even showing the same surprise as you try frantically to talk more.

   "Scree! Scre screee screee SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Your sounds rise in panic, and the adrenaline begins to help clear your eyesight. Before you is standing a short, black haired pale skinned male with a Zodiac Cancer symbol on his baggy shirt. He had thick, dark circles under his eyes like he didn't sleep much, and wore a very pissed off expression from what you could see. He also had candy corn colored horns..only, they weren't really horns? Were they nubs? You stared at him, his horns mostly, sitting still on the warm lap.

   "Oh for the fucking love of Gog! Not only can the thing not stand, it can't even fucking talk! It screes like a wriggler!" A honking laugh was heard from behind you, and you crane your neck back to be greeted with a pair of gentle purple eyes and a goofy grin plastered on a painted clown mask. Staring, an odd reaction forms inside of you, and you giggle, reaching up to lightly smoosh the other's cheeks together.

   "Honk." The sound makes you jump, the grumpy male glaring harshly and you pausing a moment before squishing the purple eyed male's cheeks again.

   "Hoooonk."

   "...Scree!" You squeeze again in delight, this simple pleasure seeming to bring out great joy in you and calming your panicked worries.

   "Haha. There you go, my little -Honk- bro. Well, not so -Honk- little. You're -Honk- about Karbro's size. -Honk Honk-"

   "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean fuckass?!"

   "All i'm saying is he's a -Honk- pretty small dude. No worries brother -Honk-. Now little wriggler bro, i'm -Honk- Gamzee, and this motherfucker -Honk- here is Karkat. Can you say your name? -Hooooonk-" You can tell he's speaking to you, but your fascination in the sounds he makes has you completely captivated, and the clown seems to have no problems with you playing with his face. Karkat, however, grows impatient and reaches over to snatch your wrists and turn you to face him.

   "Listen here you nookstain. You could cause some serious problems for me and Gamzee here, so if you value your insufferable, insignificant life you will answer the questions!" The grip on your wrists hurts you, and instantly the pains you were in seemed to wash over you, making you scree indignantly and struggle to break free. As you writhe, your eyes water, and the liquid pours from your eyes and down your cheeks. Karkat saw the tears and in a split second he dropped your wrists and backed up, eyes wide.

   "G-Gamzee...his blood...it..its fucking BLACK!" You can tell the fear in Karkat's gaze and voice, and lower your head, feeling a touch of sadness. You'd no idea what cause such fear in the other, but even though he scared you too you didn't want him scared of you.

   "Scree..."

   "Aw, look at that Karbro. You've gone and made the little brother sad. Don't worry about no motherfuckin blood colors here now brother. It's all chill, come on." You felt a pat on your head and the comfort made you smile, looking up at Gamzee and purring softly. At this point in time, you still could remember nothing, only the pain in your body to wake up to and this strange world. Karkat just stared on, muttering untrusting words as Gamzee pouted some.

   "Aw, come on Karbro. Come greet the little fella. I mean, he cant be as bad as the BlackBlood if he's acting all timid like this." The clown Troll curled a hand under your chin to scratch, smiling widely when you scree softly and purr again. Karkat grumbled some, rubbing the back of his neck and giving a cursed sigh.

"Yea, fuck fine. Whatever. Just, don't expect me to take part in this bullshit." Gamzee honked as you smooshed his cheeks again, making the crabby troll roll his eyes and groan while you and Gamzee laughed.