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It had been about a sweep since Gamzee had hidden himself fully away from the view of the others. He'd only pestered Terezi on occasion, when he was feeling particularly caliginous, but that wasn't any substitute for good old-fashioned contact.

Things had gotten weird, even by highblood clown standards. Gamzee had stayed off to one side of the meteor, while most of the rest of the group stayed together on the other side. Only on rare occasion did he bother to sneak back to get something to eat. And that's what he was doing just then. He knew their schedules well enough that he knew to stay away from certain parts of the meteor at certain times, and knew that after everybody retired for bed, it wasn't so hard to sneak in and alchemize himself some shit to bring back with him.

He dropped silently into the main room from the vents, squinting down the long hall before sneaking over to the alchemeter. He was certain that the rest of the survivors weren't going to bother him. He'd have enough food to last him a long while in just a few minutes, and then he'd not have to worry about being bothered by anybody.

Or to bother anybody. That was the real problem. He didn't want anyone to look at him like they looked when they spoke about him. Disappointed. Hatred. Disgust. He didn't want to destroy anybody.

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"Dude, when'd I say anything about you apologizing? I'm just saying I feel bad about this shit that went down. Mistakin' shit and makin' it about you now, jeez. Selfish motherfucker." Dave was smirking down at Gamzee from his perch, eyebrow still quirked up over his shades. "Yeah, I've heard all of this from Kanaya on the fly. She gets talking like she's trying to be Rose, without the armchair psychoanalysis to go with it. But she can handle this, probably better than I can because I can't really..." He dragged a hand back through the slightly lifeless fluff of his hair, grimacing at how badly it needed a wash. "I don't know what to do about her right now. She's completely and utterly stuck on Kanaya and it's not like I know what the fuck to do about mopey lesbians."

He turned it over in his head when Gamzee asked what he wanted out of this. His frown only grew, and he tried to hide it behind a sneer and his arms crossed again. "A swank fuckin' apartment and a fuckin' metric tonnage of soda that wasn't fuckin' alchemized. Maybe some fly babe that doesn't mind a dude that can't really do sunlight without gettin' a headache. Shit man, you really wanna get exorbitant with it, get me a fuckin' endorsement deal, get my music shit rolling for whoever will listen to it. That's what I want."

"Remember you was real good with spittin' a good rhyme here'n there," Gamzee murmured with a hazy smile. "Shit, you was the best motherfucker I ever had the chance of goin' proverbial toe to toe with. Got some real highblood quality beats to go with it, too. 'Least what I heard last time you was workin' on the music when I was up this way. I can see you doin' it up legit, sure." With a shrug, Gamzee settled back a little better. "All I be wantin' anymore is to see this shit through. To mean somethin'. Ain't ever done nothin' meanin' anythin'. Kinda... want somethin' I do to actually have a point. Don't matter what, really. Just somethin'. Tried to make waves, wound up doin' no good. Tried to do a motherfuckin' favor and get a homeboy feelin' good once, that didn't work neither. Didn't last too motherfuckin' long, neither." He shrugged.

"So I just want a motherfuckin' point. S'all. Ain't got no big wants like a place to up and be, or a recordin' deal or none of that."

"Come on dude, you can't tell me there isn't one single fucker out there that doesn't think the sun shines out your ass. Might not be here, but they're somewhere. So even if it's not a thing right now, doesn't mean you don't have a point at all."

He wished he could say the same thing for himself.

"Thought I did. Thought wrong. S'nothin' I can be doin' to fix it, neither. Don't got a spacey sis like you, admirin' me. Don't got a bro like you got in that Egbert kid. Nah. Shit, only bro I have is Karkat, and to tell you the truth, I know he only gets down with puttin' up with me 'cause ain't nobody else 'round to. He got his paleness directed to some motherfucker with lame shades and a prick attitude 'bout my religion." He smirked a little and looked over at Dave.

"So if the whispers is tellin' the truth, then I might get my chance. Sucks you ain't gonna get what you be wantin', though. Seem like an all right enough motherfucker, seems a shame you get the short end of shit."

His brow furrowed then, and he looked back down at his hands.

"Yo, look, thanks for gettin' up the globes to say you's sorry. Sorry I did up a retaliation for it. You got your shit on straight, though. Didn't do the damage I'd been hopin' when I did it up, so. Sorry."

"Ain't over yet, man. just keep chuggin'. Don't kill anyone you don't fuckin' know you have to. I'd like to at least have one friend left when all's said n' done, y'know?" giving Gamzee a weak smile, Dave climbed back down, then stood there and searched through his sylladex a moment before coming up with something he'd forgotten he'd even had in there until just then.

"Bet you haven't ever had a can'a Pringles before. Bon apetite, clown."

"Shit, really?" Gamzee said as he looked at the can in Dave's hand like it was liable to bite him if he took it, then up at Dave with an expression of sheer surprise and wariness. It wasn't as though many people ever thought to give him anything, much less someone who seemed more leery of him than anything. Not that it was unfounded, but the gift certainly seemed to be.

"Wanna share?"

Dave just gave Gamzee a Look. Who willingly offered to share a can of Pringles? Someone who obviously didn't know what they were missing. With a shrug, Dave popped open the can and peeled the paper off, then took the first three chips and popped them into his mouth, giving a pleased little huff at the crunch. They hadn't gone stale or any sort of bad and that was better than anything he'd been expecting of food coming out of his sylladex. He shook another small stack out and handed it to Gamzee, before taking out two more and wedging them between his lips just so, making them into a salty duck bill for the sake of making the moment not quite so stifling. If he'd had a camera with its memory card intact around, he might have taken a selfie.

Gamzee watched the process with a look of bewildered amusement, then took a bite of one and reeled back.
"Whoa fuck, motherfucker! Shit's salty as fuck!" He exclaimed, then took another bite, beaming at it. It was leaps and bounds better than anything he'd been alchemizing over the past sweep or so, and better still than the replicated snacks he'd been getting for himself. There was only so much special stardust one motherfucker could subsist on without going batshit guano and sick of the taste.

He grinned once he finished the ones he'd been given, and got another few. "Hang on, man, just a motherfuckin' second." He said, grabbing up a single chip before pulling something out of his sylladex. It was a handheld device he'd snagged that would show the captcha code for whatever any tangible thing was, and the grist that it would cost to make it. He then punched a few buttons and smiled, nudging Dave off to get off the alchemeter, and trundled over to the input box.

Soon, he had five hundred pringles in a pile.

"There you be. Dunno why nobody thought to be all lookin' up codes for food or nothin' when they coulda. Ain't so motherfuckin' hard. Shit, got me codes for every motherfuckin' food I had up in my hive."

"We didn't really expect starvation to be a thing when we started," Dave reminded him, "and none of you assmongers thought to warn us. But that's a fucking stroke of genius, dude. But get some tubes on that shit so they don't all go stale or something. Wasting grist on Pringles you're not gonna eat's just stupid, even if you do have it comin' out your ears." He grabbed a couple of the alchemized chips though, wrinkling his nose some. They really were edible, but they also tasted like off-brand chips, closer to the Lay's knockoffs. But he wasn't going to be picky about it. Instead, he shook another handful of the original chips out into his hand, crunching down on them. "I'm gonna feed some of these to Karkat and see what he has to say about the salt content."

"Dude, after two motherfuckin' sweeps of nothin' but bullshit alchemy food, real food is a motherfuckin' knockout." He took a few of the chips he'd made and took a bite of them in a stack, then smirked, pushing the whole pile of them onto a blanket that he pulled from his sylladex. He then took the can, and read the code for that, and made a few cans to start putting them in. "You like soda, motherfucker? Got some faygo in my sylladex. Got redpop, purple shit, citrus, you name it." He started to put the chips into the cans, making sure they were capped before captchaloguing them.

"You got any clear shit? I'm pretty fuckin' sure all the sugar I've eaten since I was old enough for solid food's stunted my growth." Says the boy with the ongoing growth spurt bringing him close to Gamzee's height. "I mean yeah the clear citrusy shit has sugar but it's less syrupy. Gives you the illusion that it won't kill you quite as quick." He sat down to start shuffling chips into tubes, intending to dump however many loose chips were left right onto Karkat. Preferably while he was sleeping, but who even knew when that would be next.

"Nah, not a fan of the clear shit. That and I'm pretty motherfuckin' sure Faygo don't make clear, anyhow." He pulled out what he did have, though. Cola, redpop, citrus, and grape. Apparently, the redpop was his, and he took a long swig of it, shrugging a bit.

"Always ate sugary shit, never had a motherfuckin' problem. Then again, I don't know what all your body might be in difference to me. Motherfuckin' humans is weird as shit. Real motherfuckin' fragile. None of you woulda lasted on Alternia, s'for motherfuckin' sure." He finished up putting the pringles in the cans, and set a few aside for Dave, simply because the guy had offered them up to him in the first place.

"Why you down with gettin' your jaw on with me, anyway? I thought you was tryin' to keep to yourself."

Taking the grape for himself then, Dave unscrewed it and took a small swallow before shrugging and looking back down between his feet for a moment. "Maybe I just wanted a little variety in this 'fore I decided to fuck off when this timeline's done with me."

"We doomed?" Gamzee asked. It wasn't a real big deal, one way or another. The chances of a timeline being successful, or even close to the main one were infinitesimal. He looked over at Dave with a small amount of sympathy. This kid seemed to be hurting. Sure, even if they weren't doomed, seeing a kid so fucked up when he hadn't done anything was tough, but Gamzee really didn't know how to give consolation.

"Yep," Dave sighed, rubbing his fingers into his eyes under his shades. He took a seat on the ground beside the alchemiter with the soda between his knees, turning one of the alchemized chips over in his fingers. It really wouldn't have bothered him so much, he was certain, if it weren't for the fact that he knew it was inevitable, even if he didn't know for certain how the end would come. His stomach plummeted sickly at the thought. "Well, you're not. But the rest of us, we're straight-up fucked. More fucked than Jake Bass' asshole and this shit's goin' in dry."

"Shit. Sorry, homie." Gamzee nudged his foot against the floor from his spot against the alchemiter, and slipped closer to Dave.

"You ain't even a part of this timeline, is you. Just dropped yourself here 'cause you ain't motherfuckin' ready to die. S'why you's in here, 'stead of in your room where you always is at this hour. 'Cause you came here to get away from a problem." He thought something was off.

"Look, bro, ain't gonna blame you for up and steppin' off. Droppin' yourself down somewhere you gonna get swallowed up. Would do that for myself, if I had the motherfuckin' means. But you don't deserve this bullshit. Not from anybody. Not from yourself, neither."

"The rest of my timeline's dead, Gamzee. Every fucking one of them. 'cept you, dunno where the fuck you went, just disappeared off the fucking face of the Incipisphere. I chickened right the fuck out when it got to my turn, found my way here. I guess I ousted this other poor bastard, took his spot, doomed him too. Lots of dead Daves all over again because I was fuckin' greedy." Grimacing heavily, Dave put the bottle back to his lips and started to chug down his soda. He put it back down when there was maybe a third of it left. "What about you though, now you got where I'm comin' from? Not that it's gonna make much difference in the long run anyway."

"Kinda got a way about doin' shit," Gamzee muttered quietly, still poking at the floor. "Can't die, so I just cease to be, I guess. G'on off to another reality. Not a different timeline. Different motherfuckin' page of a long-ass novel, where every motherfuckin' page is a motherfuckin' universe." He shrugged at that. "Dunno where that up and came from. Never been anywhere but where I's been. Been up on this rock since everything went belly up. But I'm guessin' that's where that other me went."

He turned to face Dave, giving the other his full attention. "Still got some time to be doin' shit up right. Don't gotta be gloomy about it. Should be glad we got a definitive end to this bullshit. You ain't chicken for not wantin' to be facin' death. Ain't nobody wants that. You just got the globes to admit the shit ain't nobody else does."

"It's not over yet for the rest of you, but all that's left for this particular version of me that you're jawin' at? Is a dead fucking end. So I'm just saying no. Screw that and everything that comes with it. I can change my own fucking future so that's what I'm doing. Dunno about you and your duty and your messiahs and all that shit, but I'm taking this shit into my own hands. Which, y'know, is why I'm here instead of sitting on my ass going insane. Proactively delaying the inevitable." He gave an empty, inane smirk at that and sat back with his head against the alchemiter, pushing up his shades to rest on the top of his head, eyes closed. "Saw one timeline once, they didn't win or anything, but they all went on to somethin' better. It ain't without its shit, but it's a hell of a lot fuckin' better than just about anything else that coulda happened to 'em."

Gamzee hadn't had his attention pried from Dave, even as he laid his head back on the base of the alchemiter. The human had his full attention, and there was a way about him that made him seem eerily tuned in on every word the kid was saying. "Will you up and stick around if someone gets to askin' you?" There was only one real logical explanation for his asking, but his tone was detached.

"If you had somebody to face shit together with you."

Dave pondered over that, once he really got what Gamzee was asking him. He took his shades off his head and fiddled with the earpieces, his eyes unfocused as he stared out at the floor a few yards in front of his feet. "Dunno, man. Dunno how that'd really work. We go our separate ways, it'll be like nothin' happened to begin with. But fuck, if it means I an sit around here and get all up in your grill with chips of the potato variety, why th'fuck not?"

"Way I'm seein' it, you reached out. Motherfuckin' grasped for a lifeline you wasn't sure was gonna be there while you was sinkin' in the quicksand, so why's it you got the tenuous grasp? Motherfucker, you ain't sure about me, and I'm down with that, I get it. I'm wary of my motherfuckin' self, too. But when you sinkin', sure to up and get covered, sure to motherfuckin' drown, you hold tight on whatever you got that's pullin' you up, even if that motherfuckin' thing is the hand of some dubious motherfucker. 'Least you'll be more liable to up and motherfuckin' have it again next time you sinkin'."

He paused as he sat up and looked into Dave's eyes. "Never saw you with your motherfuckin' shades on your face. You got your sincerity down behind 'em. Always wondered about that."

Dave looked back at him, but only briefly before slipping his shades back on. "You got my back, I'll have yours as long as possible, man." He offered Gamzee another small smirk, then held out his hand to shake. "You crawl on outta your vents again, I got no doubt you'll know where to find me. Should probably chill out on that though, look at this shit." He tilted his head toward the scars littered across Gamzee's arms and the backs of his hands from crawling around in such tight, uneven spaces.

Gamzee took Dave's hand and momentarily boggled at how warm it was, before his focus was diverted to his own arm and hands. He shrugged to the observation with a murmur of, "Don't motherfuckin' feel 'em, know they won't kill me. Still is gettin' motherfuckin' tight up there for me, can't really fit in the smaller ones no more. Probably gonna have to take the lesser hallways soon enough, anyhow." He bowed his head, forcing a smile.

"Dunno what all them would be thinkin' if they got their peep on me. Kinda don't want to know what might come of it if I can't shut him up. Still has his motherfuckin' want to kill all y'all motherfuckers." He slipped his hand away from Dave's and his smile became sincere. "Long as motherfuckin' possible. You got my word on it. Any motherfucker comes along wantin' to do you like some common motherfucker, I got you."

"Still man, shit's itchy if it gets infected. You wanna watch that shit if you're gonna keep it up. Have arms straight up falling off like you got weird alien leprosy. Leavin' rotten bits in the vents to stink up the place worse than it already is wit all the sweaty, angry alien nerds everywhere. Ain't nobody got time for that." Dave was almost legitimately smiling by that point, leaving his hand in Gamzee's grip until the other moved away.

"Man even if this other asshole squatting in your cranium's out and owly I'll just sit and jaw him to death too. Not like I'm doing anything of importance else-timeline."

Edited 2014-05-17 05:29 (UTC)