Genesis of Apotheosis

[Gamzee Makara]

~Gamzee~

I scritch-scratch the back of my nappy head, shifting my gaze over to Kar-bro. I could see them gears turning in his head, fumes all a smokin' off his hair and out his ears. Heheh, well I mean, not really. That'd be kinda goofy. But ya know what I mean. I nod and take my leave from Straz. He'll be aight, the big ol' softie. Lots stuff running through my head, probably twice as much running through his. I drain the rest of my fruitalicious beveravicious and regroup with my other softie, the shorter one. I rustle Kar's hair, which elicitizes a swat and a weird sound of disgruntlement.

"Welp," I start with a yawn, "You heard the crazy wicked green-eyed motherfucker. Time to go night-night."

I get an incredulous look from my Karkat companion. "You fuckin' kidding me, Gamzee? Really? After all that shit he just spilt out for all of us to see and hear and understand like for fuck's sake you moron do you really think that-"

I kinda just let him ramble for a bit. He needs to get it aaaalllll out of his system. There there. Attaboy. I'd let him keep on keepin' on, but he's been keepin' on for about ten minutes or so.

"Alright alriiiiiight, Kar-Bro. You're being historical." He opens his mouth to respond to that, but can't seem to get them words out.

"Eheheh. Karkat got your tongue?" I tease. He doesn't seem to think that very funny. In fact he uh...Doesn't seem to be doing much of anything. I wave my hand in front of his face a couple of times, but don't get shit out of him.

"Hrrrrmmm..."

I shrug, and wrap my arms around his waist, hoisting him up over my shoulder as I do so. He's as stiff as a motherfucking board, all straightened out and shit. His face is still deadpan, mouth still a tad open like he was about to say sumfin. I ain't really exactly sure what to do about this, so I just kinda plod around, looking for- ey that'll do.

I plop Karkat down on a nice, soft little bed of moss and lay next to him. It's really nice to be able to stare up at the night sky and see all them pretty, twinkly stars. I bonk my head against his softly before settlin' and nestlin' into my slice of the moss.

"G'night Kar-Bro. Sweet Dreams."

-----

-Karkat-

This is just perfect. No, really, as if SBURB and SGRUB didn't already have enough eldritch psychopathic deities. This Omniverse place just chucks 'em at you left and right. At least the games had the decency to let you level up before your shit got fucked by some deity- oh wait. No, it really didn't even give you that. Okay, I guess this guy is at least a step up from Jack Noire and the Cue Ball and the other ridiculously overpowered deities. He did/is trying to redeem himself. I think? I'm really not sure. For the first time in a long time, I'm more confused than angry or agitated. That might take a little getting used to. Quite frankly I fucking hate it and would very much like to not be confused ever again.

 I turn my head to face Gamzee, but find that he's already clocked out. Fine, I suppose. Maybe some sleep will help me sort this out. God only knows if I'll be awake to find out, though.

Gah fuck I think I just punned. What is this existence doing to me? I dig my nails into the porous material that can vaguely be passed off as a bed. Really ain't all that bad, I suppose. Kinda itchy, but at least its soft.

It's really nice to be able to stare up at the night sky and see all those stars.