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After achieving god tier status, (Y/N) was sure that Gamzee was capable of change like the other troll Karkat kept trying to say. Walking into a multicolored massacre shortly after meeting up with their “designated” troll Aradia was NOT what (Y/N) expected. Even more shocking was seeing a lean, way-too-tall to comprehend troll with wild hair, messed up Juggalo-looking facepaint, and a crazed look with weapons in each hand. Heads of trolls (Y/N) attempts to remember afterr seeing selfies John had taken and sent to them via Pesterchum.
*Wasn’t this Gamzee, that short troll’s friend Aradia had told me about?* (Y/N) thought momentarily before passing out for no apparent reason. Perhaps fear, or maybe, a religious intervention? A blessing by the Messiahs, even.
By the grace of Gog, (Y/N) suddenly vanished, seconds before Gamzee began sprinting full force toward them. They were trapped in a dream bubble themed around a decrepit carnival until Dave and Karkat came to save them. After rejoining the group, they officially met everyone. Everyone but the clown-looking nightmare of the troll who murdered his own kind mere minutes before laying his eyes on (Y/N) for the first time. He was just standing about ten feet away from the large group, looking at (Y/N) with half-lidded eyes and a matching sharp-toothed grin. He seemed almost sedated? No, definitely intoxicated somehow.
Bravely, (Y/N) pulled Karkat aside to tell him about their run-in with Gamzee.
“He was so terrifying like four days ago, I don’t get it. Why is he so… calm now? He- he murdered all of you! How are able to stand this close to him,” (Y/N) whisper-shouted. “I know he’s like your troll version of a BFF, but like, is that healthy? is *he* healthy?” They gestured toward their head, implicating a potential unstable Highblood.
“HE’S FUCKING FINE, YOU DUMBASS. GAMZEE IS ALL SOPORED UP OR SOME SHIT, SO I’LL PLAY MATCHMAKER AND INTRODUCE YOU. DIDN’T YOU SAY YOU LIKED TALL AND GOOFY? HE IS THE PERFECT MATESPRIT FOR YOUR SITUATION. CONSIDERING YOUR OTHER OPTIONS AND WHAT I KNOW ABOUT YOUR PAST LOVE LIFE, YOU DON’T REALLY HAVE ANY SAY AT THIS POINT,” Karkat shouted with no regard to private conversation etiquette. “IF YOU’RE GONNA GO AND DATE PSYCHOPATHS AND ASSHOLES ANYWAY, WHY NOT SHARE A RED QUADRANT THE LEAST INSENSITIVE ONE OUT THERE?”
(Y/N) just stood there dumbfounded. “Are you- are you playing some weird joke on me? Is there something I’m not getting?”
“UMM NO FUCKASS BITCH, THE ONLY THING YOU’RE NOT GETTING IS LAID BECAUSE YOU’RE SO CLOSE-MINDED. JUST COME WITH,” Karkat grabbed (Y/N)’s arm forcefully and dragged them with him over to Gamzee, who was leaning against a nearby tree. “GAMZEE!”
“Oh HeY, wHaT’s MoThAfUcKiNg HaPpEnIn’, LiL’ BrO,” Gamzee said all relaxed, as if he wasn’t capable of crazy, bloody, clownish massacres. “PrEtTy LiL’ tHiNg, HoW hAvEn’T i BeEn BlEsSeD wItH sUcH a MiRaClE yEt?” He held his arms up lazily and looked up to the sky with a light chuckle, a bad attempt at praising whatever deity he believed in.
Karkat cheesed hard, noticing Gamzee’s lack of a filter and using it to his benefit. “THIS IS THAT HUMAN (Y/N) I TOLD YOU ABOUT. IF YOU EVEN REMEMBER!” Karkat shouted in typical fashion. Gamzee brings a clawed pointer finger to his chin, hummed obnoxiously, and honked when he locked eyes with (Y/N). Shifting back to Karkat, he nods vigorously. “GOOD. NOW MEET.”
Gamzee grins widely before engulfing (Y/N) in a hug as though they had been friends for life. “So BlEsSeD tO mEeT sUcH a GrAcIoUs PrEsEnCe. I’m GaMzEe *HoNk* MaKaRa.”
(Y/N) begins to grimace, but then gets a whiff of the indigo-blooded troll’s scent. *Oh my- oh my god, why does he smell this good? So intoxicating,* they thought before clearing their throat and calming down any blood from their flushed face as they could. “(Full name), nice to meet you too. Umm, could you let go now? Please?” They squeaked out the last part.
“SoRrY ‘bOuT tHaT,” he relaxed his arm, still holding onto (Y/N)’s arms lightly.
“OH YEAH. I MIGHT HAVE FUCKING FORGOT TO MENTION HE IS A VERY DAMN TACTILE PERSON. WHOOPS,” Karkat said aloud, giving a more sympathetic frown than his typical angry one.
“I see that now, yes.” (Y/N) patted his shoulder with their hand awkwardly, Gamzee’s hands finally sliding off of them. He seemed to smile even more at the slightest contact. “Gamzee, can I talk to you one on one? I need to clear something up, please.” They took a deep breath, nervous about confronting him and asking about what happened on the meteor.
Gamzee’s energy seems to shift slightly, but he keeps his lazy grin. “I dOn’T mInD a BiT pReTtY tHiNg.”
He follows after (Y/N) as they walk toward the coastline of the huge beach they were currently spending the day at. It was the perfect climate to stay until everything is figured out home-wise. They pause right where the waves stop on the sand, barely grazing their feet, shoes discarded by a nearby boardwalk.
“Listen,” (Y/N) turned to Gamzee, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed tight. They take a breath and relax into a serious face while establishing stern eye contact. “Do you remember anything from the Meteor? The whole massacre thing?”
Gamzee’s face suddenly darkens, similar to the one he had when (Y/N) first saw him.
“YoU rEmEmBeR tHaT, hUh,” he said lowly, frowning in guilt. “I’m SoRrY i GoT aLl CrAzY sObEr AnD sHiT. wE’rE gOoD nOw tHoUgH, nO sIcKeNiNg MuRdErOuS rAmPaGeS aNyMoRe. i SwEaR.” Gamzee reaches out to shake (Y/N)’s hand, hoping for them to accept the apology.
Contemplating for a moment, (Y/N) grabs his hand and shakes it lightly, holding gently as reassurance. They could feel his guilt, and it was heavy. Being able to feel others’ emotions as their own, (Y/N) has to have the strongest emotional intelligence by now. “It’s fine. But I’m gonna have to see the change. And you’re gonna have to accept my reluctance to you.”
Gamzee brightens back up, arms wide open and fingers moving in a grabbing motion. “ThAnK yOu So MuCh, LiTtLe MiRaClE. bRinG iT iN,” he asked. It was such a stark comparison to what happened minutes ago. (Y/N) smiled and gently hugged him, which only caused Gamzee to squeeze like he always does as if they’ve known each other for ages.