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▼: *A little red grub wiggles it's way around, entirely lost it seems*
▲: oh hi there little guy!
▼: *the grub perks up, turning in alarm, the nubby horns on his head bright candy-corn colored* FUTT! *he uttered, not actually angry, but it just seemed to come naturally to him*
▲: *kneels down next to him and chuckles a bit* karkat is that you? you're so tiny!
▼: *he seems to be even more interested once he's called by name. He wriggles his way closer, resting onto the shoe of whoever had called him* FUTT! FUTT! *he repeated excitedly*
▲: *and now he's giggling pretty hard. cute! well, he'd never say that out loud, that's totally uncool!* hehe, this is so strange... *pats his head and smiles* you alright? you look a little far away from home!
▼: *the grub trills softly when stroked, tilting his head as John spoke to him through those oddly endearing
Baw Baw Black SheepGamzee climbed the small hill, following the sounds of grass being chewed and soft baws. He was silent, his ears rotating and taking in every sound. He could hear a butterfly buzzing by his face, and he gnashed at it until it flew away. He could hear the babbling brook that snaked its way through the pasture. He could hear the lambs below.
And he could smell them- practically, he thought, taste them.
Gamzee was at the top of the grassy knoll, looking down at the pasture. There was a small heard of sheep, all young. Gamzee had listened to them all week from the woods, listened to the cute and helpless sounds they made as they played and ate. They must have stopped weaning off their mothers and the shepherd, Dave (whom Gamzee knew well from many quarries), was supposed to be supervising them and making sure a certain big bad wolf wouldn't snatch one of the little boogers. Stupid humans. Gamzee thought that maybe it was time he stopped by and greeted one of the little tykes.
Become the WindHey Karkat! Look what I can do!
The troll glanced up from his computer screen with enough time to see John completely dissipate into nothing. What the fuck? John? John! His husktop was folded and hastily moved to the side so he could stand. John!
Something swirled around Karkat and laughed in his ear. Im fine Karkat!
Much to the trolls surprise John reappeared beside him. Dont ever fucking do that again asshole.
John just laughed some more, Oh come on Karkat, its not doing any harm. Its part of my wind powers. I think the Heir of Breath can like, become the wind or something. I dunno, I learned it in a dream bubble once, its pretty cool. I am the Windy Thing!
I dont like it.
The human smirked, Of course you dont like it, think of all the pranking possibilities I can now do! Oh gosh Ill be unstoppable!
Karkat sighed and sat bac
Given UpIt's been three long years on a ship before you finally meet up with your friends. Three long years of playing shitty MMO's and waiting anxiously on any word from your friends. Three years before you got to see them in person. There's something deep down in your heart that is scared that they won't be friends with you anymore, that they've changed. Three years is a lot of time. It's a lot of time to change as a person. You know, because you've changed a little bit. You're not as naïve as you were before; the game taught you a lot about yourself, and about how life can change so fast. It taught you to be strong, and acknowledge your weakness. You've had to cope with death, and depression. There's more to life than your prankster gambit and playing video-games. Sburb taught you a lot, it showed you a lot. There were some really horrible experiences, but also some really cool ones. You looked over at Jade and Dave and gave them both a reassuring smile.
"This will be really exciting.
The Only Thing Gamzee Wants For Christmas Who will you be when you start this story and travel down its plot until you reach the end to wreak its spoils? Will you be the lonely boy with no companion, or the orphan who sees no reason to love the world?
Wait, there is a problem. You can't be either of these boys; this is not your story, it is theirs, so sit back and watch it unfold quietly from the sidelines. The first to begin this story will be Gamzee Makara, he is about to make a great decision that will change his life drastically as well as another's, here is where it begins.
Gamzee had always been a good boy. He never really complained, or asked for much from his busy parents. The only thing he asked was to be loved. From the tender age of two his parents started to spend less and less time with him, work overtook family time.
Through the years Gamzee grew, tallest in his first grade class, partly
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