Hello~!

MY FIRST HOMESTUCK FIC, SO BE EASY ON ME PLEASE.

i own nothing but the motherfucking plot. :o)

BE GAMZEE -

You sit by the ocean, staring at nothing in particular. You twitch and pull on your sleeve, the motherfucking wave's splashes against the rocks and you remember the sound of Tavros blood splashing on your face. You wince and stand up. You don't want to remember, it was not a good sight, not motherfucking good sight at all...

You sigh and walk back to your hive, memories of that night coming and going; you step though the door and lock it behind you.

You grab your hair and pull. You need to get high; the memories are not as bad then. You walk over to the cabinets and look in them... Nothing, that's right. You threw all of that motherfucking shit away.

You growl and sigh, walking into your room, something shimmering catches your eye. You pick it up, it's a blade. The edge is tinted slightly indigo, you laugh and bite your lip.

"Just one more and you'll stop..."

You tell yourself, probably the tenth time, since the first time you grabbed the motherfucking thing. You let out a shaky breath and put it to your wrist, you drag it across a little deep, not deep enough to kill because that would not be a motherfucking miracle!

You stare at the six, pretty deep cuts you now have on your arm. Your breathing is uneven and indigo tears fill your eyes.

"HEY FUCK-ASS, WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?"

You yelp and turn around, pulling your sleeve down. You stare at Karbro.

"YoU mOtHeRfUcKinG sCaReD mE, bRo."

You grin, he has his frown on his face like always. He isn't buying the grin.

"GAMZEE... LET ME SEE YOUR ARM."

Your eyes widen and you pull your arm closer to you.

"GAMZEE..."

Karkat whispers sadly, the tears in your eyes fall over your cheeks as you extend your arm. Karkat takes your arm carefully and lifts up the sleeve, you look away as his breath hitches, you don't want to see his face. He looking at you, you can tell. You can't look back, no you don't want to see the disappointment in his eyes.

He pulls you to the bathroom and cleans the cuts, you don't say anything, you don't even feel anything. You fucked up, motherfucking fucked up bad.

A/N: SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?

shall i continue?