Frozen Fool

[Gamzee Makara]

Gaaaaah what a motherfucking day, dude. I'm all freezy and worn out and shit. That death show thing was stressful as fuck. Almost bit it. Again. But alaaaaatsh, that blissful sun is sitting hiiiiiigh up in the sky, sharin' its warmth with the world. Feels good man, out here in the Frozen Fields. I summoned up a wicked looking hoodie with some soft fur lining the insides. A whimsical swirly purple smoke design covers the back and chest, and I swapped up my ripped jeans for some old school polka dot pj's.

I'm cozy as fuck, bro.

I'm just chillin, checking out some stuff on the dataverse. Waiting for Straaaawwwwso. Lil angry dude sure does take his motherfuckin' time. Hope Karkat doesn't mind though. Have they met? I don't think them dudes have met. Hm... yeah that is gonna be one interestin' thing that happens. Worried that maybe KK has been a wee bit lonely off in Jade's tower, like some kinda Rapunzel and shit. Don't even know how long he's been up there, ain't no telling where this human girl went off to and how long ago. Just downright ignoring the responsibility of taking care of a Karkat. I don't think she's all up and ready for that responsibilitay. 

"Gamzee!"

Whazzat?

"Whuzzat?"

"Quit daydreaming. Let's get a move on, your friend is waiting for you right?"

"Ahaha! Whazzap, buddy bro of mine? How ya feeling? Did you die? You dead? Are you dead!? Oh. My. God. You're dead ain't cha? You a ghost? You like my motherfucking spirit animal or some shi-"

"Gamzee," my best human friendo says with a wry smile and a shake of the head, "I'm not dead, dumbass. I'm right here. Very physical, very alive. And nah, those fuckers never caught me after they singled you out. What about you? You aight? Not dead?"

"Nah, brother," I snicker, returning his smile with a cheeky grin of my own, "I got some tricks up my sleeve. Did get my ass beat though."

"Shame on you," he scowls.

"Ah ah ah! You didn't let me finish. Got my ass beat right after I beat his ass! Well, sorta. I dunno man, I don't remember much of that fight. Lots of white. Lots of shocks to the brain. Wasn't very motherfuckin' chill at all."

"Well, as long as you fucked him up as much as he fucked you up, I'm proud."

"Yeah," I yawn sheepishly, "I still want a rematch though. One where we're both fresh and frolickin' know what I'm saying? Motherfucker was kind of a bummer." Strazio nods. I take that as approvaliciousness. Oh! I almost forgot.

"Yo, Straz," I start, reaching into my beautifully bottomless pockets. "had some time while I was waiting on ya, made you some sick new threads. Figured you'd want something that wasn't all torn to shreddles and bloody. Plus, pretty fucking cold out here. You's gonna want this."

I toss him an old school bomber jacket made of a dark brown leather. The inside is coated in a white wool, should be hella comfy out here in the frost. He catches it with an appraising look before slipping it on.

"Fucking righteous..." He says. I give him a hopeful look.

"Saaaayyyyy iiiiiiit," I say with a wink.

He shakes his head for about the fifth time in the past two minutes and gives in with a sigh. "...Bro."

Fuck yeah. Now we're on the motherfuckin' move.