It's Dark Again

[Gamzee Makara]

Eurgh…

Why…

Why is it so dark? Man, I swear if I actually kicked the bucket this time, I’m all up and quitting. Like, donezo, that’s all she wrote. I ain’t gonna get back up if I keep getting knocked down.

Or should I? Man, I don’t remember how that dumb saying goes. I can’t really...think straight. It sure would be all kinds of motherfucking beneficial if I could actually, you know, see. I guess maybe I could try what worked last time. Ya’know, like, opening my eyes. If it ain’t broke, don’t er, break it. Yeah.

Man, whatever.

I flutter flap my eyes until the sleep is gone and I can see. I kinda wish that I couldn’t. I’m trapped in a hella small box of a room. The roof was hella low. Man, it might be eight by eight. MAYBE. Shit is hella cramped and I don’t like it one bit. On top of that shit, it’s STILL kinda dark in this bitch, even with my eyes all open for viewin’. I uh, I don’t do good in low light situations, man. Even though Alternia like, didn’t even have sun and we all lived underground. I don’t much like the darkness. Kinda makes me start seeing some motherfuckin’ things. Like, thing things. If that makes sense? Nah, probably doesn’t. That uh…That stuff, the slime. It made that better, sometimes. Couldn’t see the thingy things. Guess that’s another reason I was so, er, embroiled. With the stuff. The slime.

Look, I’m all up and trying to just distract my motherfuckin’ self. Brainstormin’ so hard about all this messed up mess cain’t end good.

A billow of fog escapes from my piehole. Heh. I don’t know where I ended up, but it’s cold. Miraculous though. I kick back against the stonely wall. Shit is cold. And...Sticky? This wack-ass wall is sticky as hell.

“Bleh!”

I push off of the... thing that supports the ceiling. Yeah, the wall. That. I hope none of that sticky shit got on my honk-ass shirt. A little apprehensively, I drag my pointer finger all up and down the wall. I feel some kinda biznasty residue stick-stuff coat my gray finger. Also a little apprehensively, I wave my finger in front of my nose, catchin’ a little sniffsie.

Wh-

That acrid, yet bitter-sweet smell.

It is in this moment that I notice this disgustingly addictive smell assault my nose from all directions. It’s fillin’ this room it’s all around I can’t even think dude it’s motherfucking all over the damn place I’m just now recognizing it. I catch a twitch in my left eye. I catch my bottom lip in between my teeth. I start to catch. Just, catch. I’ll be catchin’ death in second if I don’t get my junky ass out of this motherfucking room.

Without a second thought but with a terrified yell, I slam my shoulder into the opposite wall. There ain’t no door there, there ain’t no door anywhere in this boxed hell. I don’t think there are any doors out of any hell in the first place. No escape. I can’t escape this shit, Not even by going to another universe. This green demon is going to follow me until the day I motherfucking croak. But I’ll be damned if that stops me. I bang on all four walls until my shoulders, my fists, my feet, my head, my entire body is throbbing.

And then I stop for a minute. And then I notice something. And then I can’t deal with it.

I’m standing about ankle deep in a viscous green slop sort of sludge. It’s so bright green it practically glows in the low-light. But man all those words is good words: green, bright, glows. This shit ain’t good, this is slime this ain’t good. I get even more out of it. Even though I’m absoposilutely my hands and my arms and my head are all already banged up and bruised and battered, I keep banging, I keep trying to bash down a door that ain’t even there.

This shit is-

The slime it’s fucking filling up this motherfucking room I can’t-

It’s at my waist it’s-

Them tears are coming now. I don’t want this, I don’t I don’t I don’t. Where am I, dude? Where’s Adam? Where’s Kar-Bro? I got this nasty, evil shit all over my hands and my fingers and I don’t want it I don’t. I’m banging my stupid head against a wall now. Hard. I can’t use my hands, they’ve already been tainted by that sickly, demonic shit. Maybe if I hit my head hard enough against the wall, one of them will crack. If the wall cracks, then the slime will leak out and I’ll be okay, I can find a way out of here and I can find Karkat and we’ll be okay. Maybe my head will bust open. Hell, slime will probably leak out of that too. Might hurry up the process. Might make this a little less excruciating. Maybe other things will crawl out of the crack in my skull. Maybe the things I was thinking about. Maybe I’ll fall into the crack and never climb out. Maybe it’ll just fucking keep my thoughts the hell away from me.

At one point, my head does bust open, a smattering of violet, fruity smelling blood giving me some more face paint. Can’t tell the blood from the tears. Not that it matters. It’ll just be all up and swallowed up by the Sopor in a couple more minutes. Swallowed up and devoured and never seen from again. Lost in that endless, abyssal, verdant sea.

It’s at my neck now. Everything hurts. I can feel that poison shit seeping into the cuts and bruises on my body. It burns like acid. But at the same time, it feels so good. It soothes. It comforts. It keeps me calm and clear, but muddled and frustrated at the same time. I hate it. I love it.

I lift my head as high I can. I gotta keep my face above this nasty shit. I got to. But at the same time my mouth is so dry, it’s aching for just a taste, just a sip, just a slurp. I can’t let it swallow me. I can’t, I won’t I-

Green. All I can see is Green.