Equigam

[bothme]

Gamzee was asleep. He knew he was asleep because the whispers were louder and the voodoos were far away. Also, because he was pretty fucking sure last he checked, he hadn't been on the meteor for a while, and the corridors on it were not usually so linear and infinitely long. Shit, this even looked like one specific hallway. One he didn't go in after he'd come to collect some bodies he'd left there.

He looked up at the opening of a vent, and then at himself. He wasn't even sure he'd fit in there anymore. It had been about a year, and he'd been growing. But that didn't matter in a dream, did it? Shit, he wasn't even sure of that, himself. And the answer to it didn't much matter, either way, because he'd decided, for once, that since he was in a dream, nobody would be about to jump down his throat for having a little stroll by himself.

He wandered down the hallway, fascinated by how it went on and on, like one of those fucked up game maps that just looped around on itself. He was almost convinced it was one, until he saw a figure up ahead. He kept walking towards it, his shoes making the only sound in the hall.

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[bothme]

With his nose broken and his clubs out of his hands, Gamzee didn't leave, even though the force of the headbutt sent him back down to the ground. The pain drove his Rage deeper through him as he started to laugh, the sound of his chuckles echoing through the room, permeating the entire area with the hideous sound. As he laid on the floor below Equius, he continued to cackle. "Yo homie," he said through the laugh, and just as fast as the gigglefit came on, it was done and over with, and he whispered, "Do it. I want you to go to it and motherfuckin' try. HAVEN'T YOU FIGURED IT OUT YET?" He shouted, purple blood spraying from his mouth, "I ain't motherfuckin' weak like you. I'm NEVER gonna motherfuckin' die! So try it. Do it, motherfucker, give it all your motherfuckin' best. Give all that motherfuckin' rage on over to me, you unworthy, useless, dishonorable motherfuckin' pile of ground fuckin' dead ass grubloaf. I ain't goin' nowhere, until I motherfuckin' wake all up on my own. So do it. DO IT MOTHERFUCKER, KILL ME."

[voidarcher]

"Killing you here would be pointless," Equius muttered, but he stepped forward and planted his foot in the middle of Gamzee's chest, holding him down as he held the clubs at his sides. "All it would do is wake you up. While I do want you gone, I'm not going to simply end it quietly. And certainly not because of your badgering." He pressed his foot down harder into Gamzee's sternum, the sole of his boot likely to leave a bruise, had this not been taking place in a dream bubble. "My rage is my own, not something for you to control."

[bothme]

"Wrong again, brother," murmured Gamzee, whose clubs left Equius' hands and reappeared back in his own, just to bring them smashing against both sides of the knee that was keeping him pinned, and with that, he was back up with a jump and bounce of reclaimed energy. "You all gettin' into this, bro? Enjoyin' yourself while you be up and wearin' that cloak of motherfuckin' stoicism over it? Don't lie now, ain't no reason to all up and lie to our motherfuckin' face that you ain't gettin' off on this." He licked the blood off his lower lip, and pushed the end of one of his clubs against Equius' chest. "You want us up and outta your motherfuckin' hair, blueblood, you can be doin' a real motherfuckin' thing and be lettin' us go. Gonna be motherfuckin' takin' our leave of your little tiny prison now. You say you want us gone, then brother, you best be openin' up that fuckin' door that ain't there. You don't wanna kill us, don't wanna let us go. The fuck is you doin' then? Clearly gettin' some pleasure outta it."

[voidarcher]

Equius let out a hoarse cry as his kneecap was shattered between the clubs, supporting himself against the wall until it had knitted and allowed him to support his weight on it again. He looked up toward the wall, how opened back up into the hall, as it had been for several minutes outside of Gamzee's notice. "I take no pleasure in this, highblood. But I do feel fortunate that I am able to level this warning in person..." He lashed out, grabbing Gamzee's wrist then his head once more, lifting him and swinging him in a wide, fast arc then releasing him to ragdoll away once more. "If I am ever restored to life and I know where you are I will not hesitate to tear you into so many pieces that nobody will be able to identify the indigo smears on the landscape!"

[bothme]

With his limbs aching and blood pouring from his nose and mouth, Gamzee stood shakily, and turned to look over his shoulder at Equius. His tone was quiet as he spoke, but it resonated to reach Equius. "First thing I'm up and be doin' when I wake up is turnin' your motherfuckin' skull into my own personal pail. See all how you like that shit." It was an empty threat, since it was likely that he wouldn't remember any of this. He smirked as he stumbled through the corridor, back to his own bubble. "Been real good peepin' on your face, homie." And with that, he turned a corner that appeared, and he was out of sight.