FUCK THE POLICE FUCK THE POLICE FUCK EM

[bothme]

Two days after their run-in with the thugs, Gamzee looked up and called the police, asking what would be required to make a statement and file assault on people that he only knew the street names of. They asked that he come in and he nervously responded that he'd be in within an hour. He debated whether or not he should clean up or not, and decided to tie his hair back and go in without his paint.

Once he was brought into an office, they had a troll officer sit down with him and take down his account. He started.

"Now I should motherfuckin' start by first off be all tellin' you that on account of how I am speakin', I may seem way motherfuckin' more pissed off than I all be bein' about. How I speak is how I always been usin' words, and it I ain't nowhere near as angry about this as I all up and could motherfuckin' be. I been told cussin' as much as I be doin' is rude for humans to be hearin' and it might motherfuckin' be. But you hear me, brother, you know I ain't bein' rude. It's just how I be."

"It's fine," said the officer with a nod, "You speak like your religion dictates."
"Motherfuckin' thank you." Gamzee said with a nod of gratefulness. "I didn't all up and put my paint on 'cause I was all motherfuckin' sure that ain't no motherfuckers here was gonna take my ass serious if I came in all motherfuckin' wearin' the mask of the Subjugglator."
"Understood. So let's get this underway. You said that what happened two nights ago was instigated by the humans in question."

Gamzee nodded as he leaned back into his chair, rubbing his face. "Yeah, that be all how it motherfuckin' started, brother. I was takin' lunch at the NBC, next door to where all I be motherfuckin' doin' wage work. I got a homie - we go back since we was pupas, we got somethin' ain't settled, vacillates all between pale and flushed. Well, homeboy of mine, Tavros Nitram, works in the animal shelter there, was out and comin' for lunch too, while them guys was all fuckin' clustered off the side of the buildin' on account of them bein' all stayin' at the shelter and havin' to be there all motherfuckin' early to get cots or whatever it is they was doin'. So Tavros, he got a real good heart to him, too good, you know how I mean? Real sweet motherfuckin' guy, but he got himself a run of clumsiness. Ain't never been no kind of dancer. Got horns out past his shoulders, like a hoofbeast, you know? So Tavbro, he was walkin' past these motherfuckers just mindin' his own as he does, real nervous guy, and one trips him up, where he falls and accidentally motherfuckin' steps on another dude's toes."

"So it was accidental that he ran into the man."

"Yeah, brother. Now he got prosthetic legs, and they real heavy. So brother with the foot under his starts sayin' he was assaulted by my little homie, who ain't never hurt a thing in his motherfuckin' life on purpose. So they start some shit as he walks into the cafe, and I know these motherfuckers is trouble the minute I get my peep on 'em, on account of these the same motherfuckers who fucked up my homegirl a couple months back, left her in the hospital all motherfuckin' brain damaged and shit."

"You're alleging that these men have done this before."

"Yeah, homie, you heard me right. There's this girl, yellowblood by the name of Odakul. Don't know if that's bein' all her first name or line name, but she all in the mental ward of the hospital, been there for over a month and a half, after havin' been beat near to motherfuckin' death."

Gamzee watched the officer take down the information and waited for him to finish before he continued.

"So we have ourselves a lunch, I get a little fuckin' protective of my bro, and tell him if he gets motherfuckin' cornered, he should fuckin' speed dial me, and I'll be out to look after his ass, as I do, you know. Gotta keep my boy safe."

"Yeah."

"Nothin' all goes down for a few hours. I go back to work after walkin' him across the street to make all motherfuckin' sure he ain't gonna get his shit fucked up by nobody, then I do how I motherfuckin' do. Closed up shop, got all settled up and ready to wait for his cute ass while he finishes up with his work, 'cause he works half an hour later than me. Hear he ain't been back in for twenty minutes from takin' out the trash. So 'course I motherfuckin' figure shit's gone down. I go out, see some tracks that suggests that there been a fuckin' struggle all back behind the buildin', so I make my motherfuckin' way to where all the commotion is bein' made. Once I get myself there, I see them five guys."

"Are you able to remember their names?"

"Motherfucker, look at my dumb ass, it be a motherfuckin' miracle I remember who all I is in the mornin'. Nah. I know two of 'em as Brown Wolf, and Widowmaker. They be some Human Pride fuckin' guys, got the pins on the coats and all that shit. So anyhow, I motherfuckin' see 'em all standin' around Tavbro, see his horn all fucked up, but I ain't seein' him 'cause they crowded all up around him. I just stand still 'cause I figure, they ain't gonna do nothin' to him if they busy with me. So they come 'round and fuck with me instead."

"Did they cause any harm to you?"

"Got five stab wounds all up on my fuckin' torso and some internal motherfuckin' organ problems, but on account of my motherfuckin' line, I can't motherfuckin' die unless it's some seriously miraculous shit that stops me." Gamzee pulled up his shirt and showed the stitched areas where he had stab wounds. "Woulda motherfuckin' died if I was any other fuckin' person. Lost me a lot of blood. Indigo all over the cement in front of the shelter. They ain't gonna clean it up 'till you all tell 'em it ain't evidence. It be all down on the bike path where this all went down, too."

"May we take photos of your wounds as evidence?"

"I don't see no reason why not," Gamzee said with a shrug.

"So what happened after they stabbed you?"

"Well, they had Tavbro all hands tied back with one of them plastic deals that don't unsnug themselves, gotta cut 'em."

"A zip-tie?"

"If that's what they all be motherfuckin' called," Gamzee shrugged. "Now they had him all trussed up, had a knife to his neck, and he was tellin' 'em to back off for their sake. Thing of it is, brother, I ain't right in the head. Been all on meds now for four years to be suppressin' all what I been known to do when the Rage takes me, or my other half of the pan be alls about to do a dark miracle. And he took over, that side. I rushed in, that part of me all motherfuckin' furious homeboy's blood got spilt, disarmed one fucker and dislocated his arm so he wouldn't be about to kill my mate, you get me? Now I said some shit I may be up and regrettin', tellin' this motherfucker that if he and his don't get gone outta town, I'd kill him. Now I don't know what all was happenin' while I was levelin' with this motherfucker, but Tavbro knocked one of 'em out, knocked the wind out of another with a hit of his good horn. They all motherfuckin' split, and we went home to patch up."

"If we contacted Mr. Nitram, would he give a statement, too?"

"Man, don't motherfuckin' pester my homeboy. Brother got too much on his nutrition plateau to be dealin' with givin' statements and feelin' like a bug in a motherfuckin' jar. I mean, shit, he probably would, but can I talk at him first about all this before you be contactin' him all motherfuckin' up in his grill?"

"Sure. Now can you describe the other three men who attacked you and Mr. Nitram?" 

"Shit man, sure. The ones with the knives was Widowmaker and this cat all motherfuckin' six feet tall, greezy blond hair, scar gone from his ear to his lips like someone motherfuckin' fishhooked him. The other two was this little motherfucker 'round Tavbro's height, old faded tattoos on his neck all sayin' shit like HPO and some symbols all motherfuckin' speciest and shit, I ain't even got a motherfuckin' clue what all they was. Bitch job tats, ain't never seen nothin' so blown out. He was wearin' a hat coverin' his hair, but he got brown eyes, bushy motherfuckin' eyebrows. The last guy was 'round 5'10", this light brown lookin' guy, black eyes it was lookin' like, real muscular, had himself some teardrops like he was a con over here," he said, pointing to just to the corner of his right eye. "Two of 'em. Got killer's eyes." He licked his lower lip and shook his head.

"I ain't gonna tolerate 'em fuckin' with me and mine no more. And instead of motherfuckin' puttin my ass in danger of actually doin' somethin' real rash, I figured talkin' at you people might be better."

"It was a good decision on your part, Mr. Makara. Considering who you are, and what position you once were in your religion and caste, off the record, I commend your restraint."

"Heh. Yeah, I'm real motherfuckin' proud of me too, on all that shit. Coulda done that human a real fuckin' miracle, but it ain't worth it. Playin' by the human rules is real hard."

"Amen," said the officer as he stood. He said he'd be right back to take photos of his wounds, and then start working on tracking down Odakul, as well as seeing if they could bring in the gang. Gamzee nodded and sat back to wait, sending Tavros a text to ask if he'd be willing to speak to the police about what happened to them -- since he did, and didn't want those assholes fucking anybody else up just on principle, and ALSO BECAUSE THEY WAS GOOD AS DEAD IF HE EVER SAW THEM OTHER THAN ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOTHERFUCKING TWO WAY MIRROR. He winced as he read back that last part, but sent it anyway.

Once he was photographed, he was told he was free to go, and if they had any followup questions, he'd get calls. He said he'd help in any possible way he could, and left the building, tense, knowing it was possible that it would go unchecked, but still having a clear conscience about what he'd done. If any of the guys that had jumped Tavros and stabbed him tried to get him arrested, he'd already put down the fast track to a bad road for them.

He went home, and slept for eleven hours. Everything had drained him.
 

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[adiostorero]

At first when Tavros got the messages asking him to go in and make his own statement to the police, he was understandably nervous about the whole ordeal. Having to deal with this after he'd thought it was over was stressful enough, and given he'd just gotten the text at work, it only made it worse. He glanced around at his coworkers as he stepped out into a side room to be able to get his thoughts in a little better order before sending a message n reply saying that he'd go and file his own report after work.

Stepping into the precinct to find the officer already waiting for him up front, he recoiled a bit with his hands shoved into the front pockets of his sweater like a child waiting to be scolded. When he was seated and handed a cup of rather thick coffee, he sat quietly with it at his lips until he was finally asked if he was alright.

"Y-Yeah, just a little...y'know, weird about being in a police station. It's not really a regular part of my routine," he chuckled nervously then occupied himself with a sip of the coffee, forcing himself not to make a face at how strong it was.

"That's understandable, Mister Nitram. Not everyone spends there time here that doesn't immediately have to," the older troll nodded in understanding. "We just want to ask you a few questions about what happened, then you'll be on your way home. You just got off your shift?"

"Yeah. I pretty much do what they want me to around the shelter. They like having me around because I can calm down the new arrivals," he nodded. It was fairly common knowledge that his caste's talents ran along the lines of animal communion, something that had been decided as a valuable asset to organizations like the ASPCA.

"Including taking out the trash."

"...Yeah. I mean usually I do that anyway since I'm kind of strong in the arms."

"Do you think you could tell me what happened three days ago, before you took out the garbage? Starting around your lunch hour, preferably."

"Oh. Uh...yeah. Ok so right before I left for lunch, these guys were crowding around the front of the shelter. It's nothing new, y'know? They do that a lot all over the area there. I had to shoo them away to let people through a few times though."

"Did you ever raise your voice to them, or make any offensive gestures?"

"Not that I can remember, I just told them that we were busy and people needed a clear walkway and to maybe move down the sidewalk a little?"

"And how did they react?"

"They...really didn't. I mean, they looked at me, but then they went back to what they were doing."

"Alright. So what about when you left for lunch?"

"Uh...I went out to go to the cafe that Gamzee and I like to eat at that's next door to Candy's. But those guys were outside, and they started saying a bunch of things about my horns and stuff like that and I'm used to it by now so I don't pay any attention to it. But while I'm ignoring them I'm not really paying attention to my feet either and I manage to get tripped up and I accidentally step on one of their feet. Which is uh...kind of bad, because I can't really feel it like a normal person." He pulled up the hem of his pants briefly to show the casing of his prosthetic before continuing, "So I don't know how bad it really was, but the guy I stepped on started yelling that I did it on purpose. But uh...y'know, people around there know me better than that. I don't just go around kicking anyone."

"So you got to the cafe without further incident?"

"Yeah. Got there just fine after that and sat there talking to Gamzee, and he wasn't happy about anything that happened from what he saw through the window. He was in a really bad mood over all of it, but...well, he's my best friend."

"I see. And did he do anything then?"

"No, mostly he just grumbled about everybody being motherfuckers, but that's just...y'know, how he talks."

The officer nodded some at that, writing for a moment then gesturing for Tavros to continue. "There were no further incidences before the one that was actually reported, correct?"

"Yeah. Yeah, they left everyone alone for a few hours."

"And then when you went out with the trash?"

"Uh. They weren't there outside the door still, but they were standing around the entrance of one of the alleys. They let me go past and throw out the trash, but I was starting back to the door when they grabbed me by the horns. It kind of jacked up my balance and let them drag me off the sidewalk."

"Was that when your horn was damaged?"

"No, they would be able to break it off by hand without a lot of force behind it. They're pretty tough to put up with how much I accidentally hit them on stuff."

"Then what did happen?"

"Uh. First they kind of dragged me around and I tried to shove one of them off but he got my hands behind me and put them up in a plastic ziptie."

"If your hands were behind you, how do you know what it was?"

"Well, Gamzee cut it off of me later..."

"I see. What happened after they restrained your hands?"

"I kind of jerked around and tried to run away. I have a friend that I work with that probably could have helped me out if I asked him. But they grabbed me by the other horn and kind of swung me around. So the other one hit the wall and broke off." He waited as the officer wrote for a moment before adding, "I don't know for sure but they might have left town by now..."

"And why do you think that?"

"Well, uh...after they kind of surrounded me, Gamzee showed up and he was just kind of...I dunno, smiling. He didn't do anything, he just kind of stood in the alley looking like himself. Which uh. Is pretty scary to people that don't know him. So they round on him and before I know what's happening he's being grabbed and I've got a knife on my throat but the cut's not serious. But after I actually start feeling it, Gamzee just kind of...snaps. And the guy that cut me is against the wall with his arm kind of messed up."

"Did you catch any of their faces before Mister Makara's arrival?"

"Uh...Yeah. I got a really good look at most of them. One had a really gnarly scar down the side of his face here," he ran his finger along his cheek from his ear to the corner of his mouth, "then there was another one that didn't really look much bigger than me, he had some tattoos that looked like they were home-done. His eyes were brown and I think his hair was too, I couldn't see much of it around his hat. Uh...then there was one guy a little taller than where the top of my horns reach that was kind of dark-skinned as far as humans go. He had a couple of teardrop-shaped tattoos on his cheek right beside his eye. I think he might have done some weight training because he had some real muscle. The one that stabbed Gamzee looked pretty...well, normal. Like you wouldn't know him from anyone else on the street around here, just a little baggy around the pants. Dirty blonde hair, maybe twenty years old... I didn't get too good of a look at the guy that was holding onto me most of the time, he stayed either really close to me or behind me the whole time."

"Alright. Now, you said that you were released after Makara pinned the man holding you against the wall. What did you do?"

"Uh... one tried to stab my leg to keep me from running I think. There was a huge tear in my pants when I got home and there's a scratch in the metal."

"Do you mind if we take a couple of photos to submit for evidence?"

"Sure, I guess."

"So what happened after the man attempted to cut you?"

"Actually, that happened after I headbutted one of the guys to keep them from doing anything. Uh...I think I might have given him a concussion. Another one tried to stop me and I stood up and whacked him with the other horn. Then the first guy got my leg and uh... I kind of kicked him in the stomach."

"You're tougher than you look," the officer commented with an arched brow, writing the account down quickly as Tavros explained that he used to be a FLARPer. Among trolls, that meant that he had to know how to defend and take care of himself while playing.

"So is there anything else? I kind of want to go home now..."

"We just need to take the photos, and then you can go. Though, if you stay a little longer, we can get that horn taped up a little more secure."

"Uh. Ok...thanks."

After the photos were taken and his horn fixed, he was finally able to walk back out, rather shaken but otherwise feeling better about the ordeal. He caught a bus back home and crawled onto the couch to curl up at Gamzee's side, muttering that things were taken care of. He just wanted to forget it had ever happened.