Gamzee: What’s happening?
You’re relaxing. After dealing with a technical loss of a grub, you took this day and evening to compose yourself. You watch a movie or two. It’s all going fine enough besides a little pain here and there.Â
All was going well, until a scene in a movie give you bad vibes and you recollect your time at Kurloz’s. You click out of the tab and take shallow breaths, pushing yourself away from your husktop. When you do, your gaze falls on a figure in the corner. Was that- No. It couldn’t be him. You blinked and alas, the figure still stood there, smiling enough to pull at the stitches lacing his lips shut. His glossy white orbs glow in the darkened corner, making you feel it was all too real.Â
His voice echoed in your pan and you clutch your horns for support and comfort. No. No. NO. You feel yourself start to panic, an inaudible scream tearing your throat up. You cough and sputter out the piss poor attempt at a scream, however, and end up shoving yourself back further away from the corner Kurloz was standing in.Â
It was only when the figure moved is when you scrambled up and ran towards a wall, smacking into it.
You didn’t want to go back.
You didn’t want to be shackled.
Your head cracked against the wall, and for the moment all you saw was black. When you opened your eyes, Kurloz was gone.
Now all you had was a pain in your chest and an awful taste in your mouth.Â
You felt like throwing up.
