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The morning sun's rays shown through Gamzee's window on this rather early start to the day, right in his eyes. He grumble and slowly heaved himself up and sat on the edge of his bed, feet planted on the ground. Once he yawned and stretched, Gamzee rubbed his face and thought back but realised that he had no memory of the night previous and had one killer migraine.
He moved his tired self towards the kitchen, grabbed out a specially made pie, having been mixed with his medication, flopped on the couch and flipped on the TV. Searching most of channels he came across a 'Breaking News' story on a early morning Channel.
Gamzee decide to check what's up thinking that it can't be anything too insane. He's wrong. So very wrong.
According to the News there was a murder not to far away from here, it happened late last night in a alley way near his rather close to his house. He quickly shruged of any thoughts of danger or worry. That is, until the TV showed a graphic video of the crime scene, the crime scene that had the clown's signature mark ':o)'.
He gained more horrid interest with the murder, paying attention to all the shortly mentioned details. The victims head was decapitated from the mangled body and two witnesses that notified the police say that they saw a tall, lean male walking out of that alley right after a loud pained scream. A reporter added that people should stay on the look out and - mother fuck, I'm so screwed - He thought to himself.
Coincidence was all this was, just plain old coincidence....right? He froze completely when a picture of what seemed to be a Juggling club was shown being announced as the murder weapon, covered in thick, red blood.....oh fuck. The broadcast ended, Gamzee just sat there, widened eyes were just staring at the screen until a slam of a door pulls him out of his trance.
"YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A PERSON, YOU SNIVELING COCK SUCKER! I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR ONE DAMN NIGHT." A small, shouting figure entered the room. He looked back at him and gave a forced lazy smile.
"Hey bro whats got you all motherfucking tense?" He calmly replied to Karkat, being in absolute denial of the current event. Karkat gave a fierce glare at Gamzee, stomping towards him with his teeth grinding until he spoke with tired frustration lacing his words.
"Don't play dumb with me fucker, you know exactly why i'm back here." He growled.
"Either YOU went crazy AGAIN and did something MORE INSANE THAN LAST TIME! Which you knew could of happened, Gamzee."
"Kar, I don't remember a thing, so I think this motherfucking has done the nasty deed they had gone and mentioned." He sighed. "...The black outs are never that intense bro, think it's getting worse?."
He asked, but got nothing but silence from his short tempered friend as Karkat thought to himself. A silence stretched out. Gamzee sighed and put his head in the palm of his hands. Taking a shuddering breath.
"Can you do me a favour and get out." It wasn't said like a question and it was more of a polite statement with a sour tone, he didn't want Karkat in his ear about this right now, he was still coming to terms with it himself. Karkat walked off to his room in their apartment. Gamzee crashed back on the couch to exhausted to stay awake.
-------------------------------------------- -Earlier Event-
"Hey there my MOTHERFUCKING BROTHER." The shout echoed the brick walls surrounding him. "What's the look for bro, NEVER SEEN A FUCKING CIRCUS ACT BEFORE?!"
The weak man could say nothing, crippled with fear, he took some shaky steps back but couldn't move quick enough to make great a distance. Gamzee, eyes in a horrible bloodthirsty state, held up his club and scraped it along the wall as he creped up on the poor soul.
"ANSWER ME! Have you ever seen a damn circus act brother?"
The young man shook his head in a quick motion mouth opening to answer but no words came out from his trembling lips.
The Juggalo chuckled. "I'll let you in on a secret bro" he said calmly growing close to the victims face, tracing it slowly with his club then suddenly pulled his arm back along with the weapon and swung it towards the man's head.
"THE CLOWN GETS THE LAST MOTHERFUCKING LAUGH!"
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Gamzee walked out of the alley way, bursts of laughter leaving his throat.