08-10-2015, 10:53 PM
"Gamzee, where the hell have you- GAH FUCK!"
Through garbled shouts of "Best bro!" and "YOU CLOWNISH ASSHOLE!" Gamzee and Karkat embrace, even if the hug is a bit one-sided. He couldn't believe it! The lonely, grieving troll had managed to summon his best friend across universes. Damn how bout them miracles!? The clown continues to smother his fellow troll in hugs and squeezes, much to the latter's chagrin.
Great. Greeeat. Karkat was in the middle of typing up a long, well thought out rant about what a stupid plan the John human SBURB player had regurgitated up from his unused brain, when all of a sudden poof! He closed his eyes for half a second and he opens them again and and BAM! Here he was with this idiotic honk fiend for a friend. And MOTHER OF GOD his head hurt like a bitch! He could remember what he was doing before being warped to this new universe, this Omniverse, but he remembers other stuff too. For example, what the fuck an Omniverse is. These memories, the ones that he doesn’t remember -
They’re annoying as shit.
Admittedly, Karkat was relieved to see his weirdo friend unharmed. Gamzee’s disappearance from the meteor was troubling, to say the least. It kinda went without saying, but the clown’s incessant laid-back attitude, general good will, and just downright goofy antics kinda held together the misfit bunch of trolls as if he were a Juggalo brand Band-aid. Bravado and bullshit aside, Karkat wasn’t much of a leader, and deep down he knew it. Alone, there was no way Karkat was gonna be able to keep everyone of those wackjobs and psychopaths cohesive and compliant. After GZ left, nothing was getting done, and fast.
And okay, MAYBE he missed the guy’s weirdo company and dumb advice.
Dammit dammit dammit! The newly materialized troll’s brain was pounding against its skull. Needless to say, universe traversing wasn’t a very pleasant or comfortable experience, and this faygo chugging dumbass tackling him repeatedly certainly wasn’t helping things. It wasn’t long though before Gamzee had helped the lowblood to his feet, and began to excitedly fill the gaps in his new/old friend’s gratuitous memories.
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“So what you’re trying and probably failing to tell me is that some stuck up blindingly pasty white guy who thinks himself god of this particular universe just yanked you from existence while you were napping?”
“Yup!”
“For his own amusement?”
“Yup!”
This was starting to sound painfully familiar. Doc Scratch anyone?
“But the asshole didn’t mention how maybe you could get back home?”
“Well, technically bro, home kinda blew up. Not sure if I’d wanna go back right now cuz-”
“I meant the meteor you insipid piece of circus trash!”
The witless clown reaches into the deep pockets of his polka dot pajamas and pulls out a rubber bicycle horn.
“Honk.”
“Don’t you do it. I’m warning you. You might think you’re just being loveable and goofy but no, I will tear your shit up.”
“Hooooonk.”
Gamzee then proceeds to do exactly as Karkat instructs him not to, and squeezes the horn. Several times.
It goes on like this for a few minutes, empty-headed responses from the tall high-blood and empty threats from his cherry-blooded companion. Finally, assembling pieces of broken, sometimes useless information from the clown, the Knight of Blood deduces this much:
They are trapped in the Omniverse.
The disgruntled troll swears under his breath and starts pacing back and forth in front of a sitting Makara. The former of the two walks at a quick pace, talking to himself all the while. Gamzee’s eyes follow his friend’s movements, all the while a dopey grin upon his face. It was still kinda unreal. It was almost like he could create miracles now. Hell, kar-bro was a miracle now. Man...That’s all he’s ever really wanted to do is show his friends the miracles that he could see. And now, maybe he can. This reverie is interrupted by Karkat snapping his fingers in front of the daydreaming troll’s face.
“Hey focus man! We gotta come up with some semblance of a plan, a strategy, a -”
“Uh... I already had a plan brother.”
Karkat gave him a skeptical, I’m-so-done-with-your-shit look.
“Alright. I’ll bite on whatever fake cheese you’re about to feed me and then proceed to get my neck snapped by a giant, metal, spring loaded guillotine.”
“I was just gonna all up and follow this bitchin dirt path someone made just for us to be usin’.”
The clownish troll gestured to the dirt trail that they were currently standing on. His more serious friend glanced down and thought hard for a moment, probably harder than he needed to about such a simple, dumbed-down plan.
“Alright, fine, whatever. It’s better than standing in the middle of the woods waiting for some vicious indigenous monster to decide that we’d make a good midnight snack. Let’s get going.”
And just like that, the merry band of two was off.
“Hey. Hey best buddy. You want a faygo? Cuz I learned this cool trick-”
“No, you dork, I don’t want your toxic gut rot soda.”
Through garbled shouts of "Best bro!" and "YOU CLOWNISH ASSHOLE!" Gamzee and Karkat embrace, even if the hug is a bit one-sided. He couldn't believe it! The lonely, grieving troll had managed to summon his best friend across universes. Damn how bout them miracles!? The clown continues to smother his fellow troll in hugs and squeezes, much to the latter's chagrin.
Great. Greeeat. Karkat was in the middle of typing up a long, well thought out rant about what a stupid plan the John human SBURB player had regurgitated up from his unused brain, when all of a sudden poof! He closed his eyes for half a second and he opens them again and and BAM! Here he was with this idiotic honk fiend for a friend. And MOTHER OF GOD his head hurt like a bitch! He could remember what he was doing before being warped to this new universe, this Omniverse, but he remembers other stuff too. For example, what the fuck an Omniverse is. These memories, the ones that he doesn’t remember -
They’re annoying as shit.
Admittedly, Karkat was relieved to see his weirdo friend unharmed. Gamzee’s disappearance from the meteor was troubling, to say the least. It kinda went without saying, but the clown’s incessant laid-back attitude, general good will, and just downright goofy antics kinda held together the misfit bunch of trolls as if he were a Juggalo brand Band-aid. Bravado and bullshit aside, Karkat wasn’t much of a leader, and deep down he knew it. Alone, there was no way Karkat was gonna be able to keep everyone of those wackjobs and psychopaths cohesive and compliant. After GZ left, nothing was getting done, and fast.
And okay, MAYBE he missed the guy’s weirdo company and dumb advice.
Dammit dammit dammit! The newly materialized troll’s brain was pounding against its skull. Needless to say, universe traversing wasn’t a very pleasant or comfortable experience, and this faygo chugging dumbass tackling him repeatedly certainly wasn’t helping things. It wasn’t long though before Gamzee had helped the lowblood to his feet, and began to excitedly fill the gaps in his new/old friend’s gratuitous memories.
-----
“So what you’re trying and probably failing to tell me is that some stuck up blindingly pasty white guy who thinks himself god of this particular universe just yanked you from existence while you were napping?”
“Yup!”
“For his own amusement?”
“Yup!”
This was starting to sound painfully familiar. Doc Scratch anyone?
“But the asshole didn’t mention how maybe you could get back home?”
“Well, technically bro, home kinda blew up. Not sure if I’d wanna go back right now cuz-”
“I meant the meteor you insipid piece of circus trash!”
The witless clown reaches into the deep pockets of his polka dot pajamas and pulls out a rubber bicycle horn.
“Honk.”
“Don’t you do it. I’m warning you. You might think you’re just being loveable and goofy but no, I will tear your shit up.”
“Hooooonk.”
Gamzee then proceeds to do exactly as Karkat instructs him not to, and squeezes the horn. Several times.
It goes on like this for a few minutes, empty-headed responses from the tall high-blood and empty threats from his cherry-blooded companion. Finally, assembling pieces of broken, sometimes useless information from the clown, the Knight of Blood deduces this much:
They are trapped in the Omniverse.
The disgruntled troll swears under his breath and starts pacing back and forth in front of a sitting Makara. The former of the two walks at a quick pace, talking to himself all the while. Gamzee’s eyes follow his friend’s movements, all the while a dopey grin upon his face. It was still kinda unreal. It was almost like he could create miracles now. Hell, kar-bro was a miracle now. Man...That’s all he’s ever really wanted to do is show his friends the miracles that he could see. And now, maybe he can. This reverie is interrupted by Karkat snapping his fingers in front of the daydreaming troll’s face.
“Hey focus man! We gotta come up with some semblance of a plan, a strategy, a -”
“Uh... I already had a plan brother.”
Karkat gave him a skeptical, I’m-so-done-with-your-shit look.
“Alright. I’ll bite on whatever fake cheese you’re about to feed me and then proceed to get my neck snapped by a giant, metal, spring loaded guillotine.”
“I was just gonna all up and follow this bitchin dirt path someone made just for us to be usin’.”
The clownish troll gestured to the dirt trail that they were currently standing on. His more serious friend glanced down and thought hard for a moment, probably harder than he needed to about such a simple, dumbed-down plan.
“Alright, fine, whatever. It’s better than standing in the middle of the woods waiting for some vicious indigenous monster to decide that we’d make a good midnight snack. Let’s get going.”
And just like that, the merry band of two was off.
“Hey. Hey best buddy. You want a faygo? Cuz I learned this cool trick-”
“No, you dork, I don’t want your toxic gut rot soda.”
If you're new to Omniverse Shenanigans, feel free to pm me about whatever piques your interest!
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-by Jade Harley
Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover
-by Jade Harley
Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover