OK, so basically i figured out Homestuck about a month ago and have been COMPLETELY obsessed with it ; u ;
I'm 100% updated and decided to use my busy free time to write a story on Sober!gamzee. Anyway, hope you enjoy and please review!

== be gamzee's 3rd person pov

tG: honk

tG: HONK

tG: HOOOOOONK
terminallyCapricious [tC] ceased trolling [cG] carcinoGenesist

Gamzee held a cold smile on his face. His entire face was dimly lit by the laptop's screen, still kept on relatively quiet Trollian page. The soft blue light made looking around the room easier, and with his dark bloodshot eyes finally adjusting to the thick darkness that surrounded him on all sides, he was able to relish the sight of the mutilated, damp bodies that soaked the floor around him. All it did was remind him of the bright, rainbow colors that coated his hands and his face and the entire room.

It felt so good to finally take revenge on the people that had humiliated - as well as shunned- him... this as in Equius Zahhaks.

He chuckled darkly at that, no more constant criticizing coming from that dead peasantblood's mouth. He couldn't motherfucking believe that the troll had the nerve to tell Gamzee what to do, or how Gamzee treated himself. In a way, Equius's death was his own fault. Or so, that's what Gamzee believed. Or did believe, as he no longer looked up to anything anymore, and relied on his own motherfucking- subjuggulating abilities now.

All those "miracles" he had believed in were bullshit. Things crammed into his murky, confused mind when he was hooked on those disgusting sopor pies and Faygo. How had he ever tolerated that stuff? they sopped up his precious high blood with narcotics and made him so ridiculous and high that even a BLUE blood had commented on it.

But he wasn't going to dwell on that, the rage that flooded his veins now was fresh and electrical enough to make him rip up the entire lab. He was going to take them all down, one by one, until Gamzee Makara was bathing in delicious and thick rainbow colors of his former allies.

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== -Months Before- KK 3rd person POV.

"GAMZEE DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT STUFF'S DOING TO YOU?"
Karkat rumbled angrily, as he watched Gamzee lazily slurp down half a bottle of Faygo.

It had been a rather tiring and stressful week with all of the planning and battles, and as Karkat never slept, he was even more wound up than usual,

which always worried everyone but Gamzee.

"SERIOUSLY. YOU HAVE REALLY GOT TO LET THAT SHIT GO." He yanked the bottle from his friend's hands and angrily tossed it to the grey tiled floor.

Gamzee let out a rather unhappy sigh as he watched the reddish liquid pool out onto the floor.

"Aw MaN MoThErFuCkEr, WhY'd YoU so tHaT?" He looked down somewhat sadly at the wasted soda.

"I DID IT TO SAVE YOUR SORRY ASS, YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCK." Karkat sneered, and kicked the bottle of Faygo further away and out of Gamzee's surprisingly unmirthful gaze.

"WeLl Ok, WhAtEvEr YoU sAy, BeSt FrIeNd :o)" Gamzee let out a small chuckle, obviously recovered from the slightly upsetting event that just happened and casually walked away from Karkat to his large horn pile where more pints of Faygo waited contently for Gamzee to open them.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Karkat stumbled over to his clown friend and looked down at the small pile of soda next to his horns.

"DAMN." He mumbled under his breath. Where on this pathetic excuse for a rock did Gamzee get all of that? There was no way that he had brought it along, Karkat definitely would have noticed - and removed - it long ago.

"WaNt A bOtTlE, MoThErFuCkEr? I gOt PlEnTy To Go ArOuNd." he slung one straight for the grumpy troll's stomach.

Karkat stumbled slightly from the toss, which was surprising since Gamzee certainly didn't look like he was strong.

"I CAN TELL." He wheezed, and set the gruesomely ((and rather familiar)) red bottle down.

"WHERE'D YOU GET ALL OF THIS SHIT?"

"It'S jUsT mIrAcLeS bRo" he grinned and settled down onto a nearby chair.

"YoU jUsT nEvEr KnOw WhAt LiFe'S gUnNa GiVe YoU" he glanced over at his friend and grinned.

"WhEtHeR iTs FoR tHe GoOd-"

honk.

"-Or ThE uNfOrTuNaTe"

HONK.
HOOOOONK.

That answer unsettled the cancer troll so he just decided to leave his mysterious clown friend back to his equally disturbing "miracles".
He paused and snuck a look back at Gamzee, who was looking around in rapture at something that wasn't there.
He wondered why Gamzee acted like that, what got him started on the whole sopor pie thing.
Maybe there was something wrong with him.
Maybe his sober self was different.
And maybe...

maybe there's no such things as miracles.

== author, rejoice in no more finals.
YES BITCHES YES. I CAN FINALLY CONTINUE ON THIS STORY WITH NO MORE DISTRACTIONS. AND I CAN OFFICIALLY KEEP ON WRITING NEXT WEEK SINCE THERES NO SCHOOL. YEAH, IM FINALLY DONE WITH THIS YEAR.
*screams hysterically*

ok, at the very least, let me throw a party or something. :D

i hope u enjoyed my absolute horseshit story! Cuz I enjoyed writing it. Go ahead and ask a question or a request! And sorry for my heavy writing (does that make any sense?) I'm usually a humorous writer but I decided to go dark for this one.

I'll sneak in a joke or every so often ;) hehehe...

~*~≈*written on my kindle fire!*≈~*~

REVIEW OR I KILL KARKAT AND GAMZEE, AND MAKE ERIDAN AND TAVROS MATESPRITES.