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“Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! We have everything here you will ever need to be happy! Stay for an hour or two! Or better yet! Stay for motherfuckin ever! Here at the Grand Carnival, we make everyone's Dreams come true! So grab a motherfuckin buddy and have yourself a motherfuckin good time!” Echo's surrounded the park. Music was blaring, the lights flashing, and the sounds of the rides, rung like music to my ears.
The carnival was a success, I always knew it would. What better way to keep a motherfucker happy than to make his dreams come true? Happiness and joy ran around my head, I felt like dancing! Even though it had been well over two months of business, everyday made me the happiest motherfucker alive.
“What's up motherfucker?” I felt a pounce on my back, the familiar scent of vanilla wafted to my nose.
“Nothing much, what's up with you motherfucker?” I chuckled as Feyara came into my view. It always warmed my heart to see her in uniform as my other, and only, Carnival Operator. Her doll like structure shone brightly, and her purple dress matched the cute purple blush that now slowly spread across her face. I looked to her crooked, tiny, grey top hat, her horn jarring out of it, her purple ribbon gently floated in the slight breeze. Then to the bottom of her knee length dress, her grey circles matched the ones on the bottom on my purple tail coat jacket.
“It's pretty busy tonight Gamzee! I think we need to open the Fun House!” Feyara beamed with giggles.
“That would be motherfuckin sweet and all sis. But we must stick to the deadline. I'm sure you can get your motherfuckin wait on til tomorrow.” I frowned slightly. Feyara was so energetic, it hurt me to tell her no to things at times. Feyara was my creative half, she came up with the idea's, the designs, everything, While I executed said idea's and made them into a reality. To put simply, she was the think-pan, and I was the muscle, so to speak. The Park was hers just as much as it was mine.
“B-but Gamzee! It'll be perfect timing!” She began to pout, a purple fishnet covered arm grabbed my hand.
“No Feyara. We have to motherfuckin wait til tomorrow. Trolls know that the Fun House will open tomorrow, so more will motherfuckin come then. If we opened it tonight, then everything will be fucked up. Besides, I think you and me need to check it out before we open it. To make sure it's ready.” I sighed. I expected Feyara to flip her shit, but I was shocked to see she agreed with me.
“You're motherfuckin right bro! I must remember you are here to keep me in fuckin line,” she leaped at me and hugged me tightly, “I love you Gamzee.”
“I love you too, Feyara.” I returned her hug with a light squeeze, a happy smile tugging itself on the corners of my mouth. This was exactly why she was here, she was my other half. I kissed her on the forehead, careful to not smear her white makeup.
Feyara and I walked around the park, hand in hand. We went and checked on Agents running booths, on ride operators to make sure everything was okay, and occasionally signing posters little wrigglers came handing to us. We were both happy.
“Hey, Sis?” I asked as we walked over to the Ferris Wheel.
“Hm?” She responded with big, curious grey eyes.
“Have you motherfuckin come up with a different name than 'Carnival Operator' yet? It's really a fuckin lame name.” I searched her eyes for an answer.
“Ummm. I can't think of anything really. What about Carnival Masters? Or The Carrners? I know this is for Circus's, but there is Ring Master?” She frowned in embarrassment. Suddenly, an amazing idea struck me, like the Mirthful Messiahs placed it straight into my think-pan.
“I think I got it,” we stopped, and she faced me with a puzzled look, “Our pseudos for the Carnival are Master and Mistress Carrni. So what if we just called ourselves the Carrni Masters?” I held my breath , waiting for a response as her eyes began to wonder in thought.
“That's a motherfuckin perfect idea Master Carrni.” She smiled. Her hand gently pushed my cheek to her lips.
“You're in a scary motherfuckin happy mood today sis!” I chuckle with unease. She pulled back and squished my face in her hand.
“Lets just say I know things you don't for once!” She smirked, turning my squished face to her then swiping her finger gently down my nose.
“I never know shit before you do!” I chuckled and swiped her hand away.
“Oh! Right I must have forgotten.” She said sarcastically turning around, waving her hand like she was saying good bye, and walking off.
“Hey you little Shit! Get back here!” I laughed as I ran for her. She emitted a little, cute squeal, and ran off. It was nice to see us both having time to just enjoy.
Closing time was near. The most sad part of the night, but the sun would be coming up soon. It was always best to close around this time, so the trolls leaving had enough time to get home, and so Feyara and I had time to do things we needed to without the crowds. For instance now, we were going to check out the last details of our Fun House. Feyara Smiled and grabbed my hand, dragging me to the Fun House. I looked to all the employees who began to head back for their hives. Feyara growled very low to herself as they walked past, It wasn't a secret she had a high opinion on the Hemospectrum. Even though most of our employee's were also Purple Bloods, with the exception of some Indigo Blooded Trolls for security, she still viewed her and I higher.
“Come on Feyara, that's not cool.” I nudged her shoulder. Her head snapped to me, but her eyes quickly softened.
“Sorry Gamzee.” She sighed with sadness.
“Just try to control yourself. You don't need to be getting all up antsy about the motherfuckin Hemospectrum. You shouldn't care, because every color of blood is welcomed at our home.” I smiled and gestured to the whole park with a swing of an arm as my other slipped around her shoulders. A smile crept the lengths of her mouth.
“I'll try Gamz. It's just hard. I was raised very different from you motherfucker.” She gave a giggle.
“Raised? Abandoned seems like a better motherfuckin word to me.” I gave a wide grin. Feyara's smile faded to a frown and she wiggled out of my grasp.
“We have a House to check out.” Her voice sounded distant and upset as she hurried off. I hung my head and shook it lightly.
“Saying the wrong motherfuckin things again.” I mumbled to myself and my hands found their way into my pockets. I followed slowly behind her.
I entered the Giant, Troll Clown's mouth, which so happened looked like me. Feyara was already inside and wandering about. She got touchy when I brought the subject up of me practically being abandoned. I guess I couldn't really blame my Lusus, he was aquatic, while I was a Land-Dwelling Troll. I tried to take my motherfuckin mind off of all the negativity, and tried to focus on the Fun House.
Every detail was perfect! The clowns, the laughter! I just knew every motherfucker would enjoy it. I bumped into Feyara after awhile. A smile was back on her bright, white painted face. She leaped onto me with hugs and laughter, repeating on how perfect it was. I laughed as well, my spirits brought back to my normal motherfuckin happy self. We proceeded to go through the rest of it together. Once we wound out the exit, Feyara began to shake with Joy.
“Lets go through again!” She exclaimed. I looked at her and gathered her into my arms.
“I'd love to motherfuckin do it again sis, but look,” I pointed to the sky, it burned orange, the Intense Sun was beginning to rise, “ We need to get home. Besides, you are starting to shake again.” I chuckled.
“Okay, I suppose.” Feyara pouted. I led her to our Hive, which was actually behind the new Fun House
Safe in our Hive once again, we undressed into more comfortable clothes. Feyara rocked out in purple knee high socks, black short shorts, and a loose grey tank top with her purple sign on it. She pulled her messy, long copious amount of black hair into a bun. Loose strands fell out as she walked to the mirror. I had placed on my long, loose, grey pokka dotted pants on, and my black t-shirt with my purple sign on it. Feyara seemed to be a bit paranoid with leaving her paint on while she slept, so she took it off every morning. I left mine on, I really didn't give a stone cold fuck. Once Feyara's face was done, she bounded happily to me.
“Good morning Gamzee! Sleep tight motherfucker!” Then gave me a kiss on my nose before entering our huge Recuperacoon.
“Morning Feyara, sleep well.” I chuckled after her.
I got onto my Husk top, to see if I had any motherfuckin messages. I had one from Tavros! It always made me happy to hear from him.
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AT: uHH, wHATS UP BRO,,
AT: wELL, I GUESS YOU'RE BUSY WORKING,,
AT: wELL, i JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU I'M EXCITED FOR TOMORROW AND LOOK FORWARD TO HAVE, uHH, gREAT TIME }:)
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That was great! I didn't know what he was doing, but I was happy that he was going to be having some fun tomorrow. Maybe it was another one of his Flarping sessions, but then again, he was paralyzed, so that would probably be wrong? Still it was good to hear he was excited for something. I got up from my chair, and found myself grabbing a Faygo from the fridge. I opened it there and began to drink it on my way back to my chair.
With some Faygo finally in my stomach, I smiled. Tonight went smoothly, as did every night. I began to think on all my friends, I really wish they were here to enjoy the wonders of our Land. The beeping of my Troll tag snapped me from my daze. I turned to my screen to see that Karkat was still awake and trying to message me.
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CG: HEY FUCK ASS ARE YOU BACK AT YOUR HIVE.
CG: OH WHAT THE FLYING FUCK, I KNOW YOU'RE BACK AT YOUR HIVE YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT.
CG: MESSAGE ME BACK, GOD.
TC: Oh hEy bRo
TC: WhAt'S Up
TC: HoNk :o)
CG: LET ME GUESS YOU WERE SPACING THE FUCK OUT AGAIN AND DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO MESSAGE ME.
TC: NoT LiKe tHaT At aLl bRo
TC: I WaS JuSt aLl uP AnD ThInKiNg aBoUt yOu mOtHeRfUcKeRs
CG: OH REALLY. YOU'RE CAPAPLE OF THOSE TYPE OF THOUGHTS.
TC: WhAt'S ThAt sUpPoSeD To mOtHeRfUcKiN MeAn
TC: I AlWaYs tHiNk aBoUt mY FrIeNdS
TC: HoNk :o)
CG: WHY WOULD YOU NEED TO.
CG: APPERENTLY YOU HAVE A FEMALE TROLL YOU SHARE YOUR HIVE AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU OWN WITH
CG: SO YOU HAVE EVERYTHING, WHY DO YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT US.
I was confused, I never said anything about Feyara to any of my friends. I wanted to keep her a surprise til they could meet her in person. I decided to play dumb, maybe it was a coincidence?
TC: WhO ArE YoU MoThErFuCkIn tAlKiN AbOuT
TC: HoNk :o)
CG: YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT GAMZEE.
CG: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I BOTHER SOMETIMES.
CG: HERE HOW ABOUT THE FUCKING TROLL WHO KEEPS MESSAGING ME WHO SO HAPPENS TO SAY SHE KNOWS YOU AND THAT YOU AND HER SHARE THE CARNIVAL. DO YOU KNOW WHO IM FUCKING TALKING ABOUT NOW.
TC: FuCk, yOu wErEn'T SuPpOsEd tO KnOw aBoUt hEr
TC: I MoThErFuCkIn tHiNk sHe sToLe yOuR TrOlL TaG FrOm mY CoMpUtEr
TC: HoNk hOnK :o(
CG: SO NOW YOU'RE KEEPING SECRETS.
CG: YOU DIDN'T WANT US KNOWING ABOUT HER SO THEREFORE YOU DON'T CARE FOR US.
CG: WHAT IS SHE YOUR MATESPRIT, KISMESIS, SHE CAN'T REALLY PASS FOR AN AUSPISE IF YOU DON'T HAVE A KISMESIS AROUND AND IF SHE'S YOUR MOIRAIL, THAT MEANS YOU MUST'VE FUCKING REALIZED THAT I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK THAT YOU CONSIDER ME AS YOUR MOIRAIL.
TC: ShE's nOnE Of tHoSe mOtHeRfUcKeR
TC: I AcTuAlLy cAnT TeLl yOu wHaT ShE Is tO Me
TC: NoT MoThErFuCkIn yEt aT LeAsT :o)
TC: AnD No bRo, i wAnT YoU GuYs tO MoThErFuCkIn mEeT HeR
TC: I JuSt dIdNt WaNt yOu gUyS To kNoW AbOuT HeR TiL YoU CoUlD MoThErFuCkIn mEeT HeR YoUrSeLf :o)
CG: I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND YOU OR YOUR LOGIC YOU THINK-PANLESS IDIOT
CG: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN, SHES NOT IN ANY TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU, YET SHE ONLY OWNS YOUR STUPID CLOWN CARNIVAL WITH YOU.
CG: I AM A FUCKING IDIOT FOR EVEN TRYING TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO TELL ME HERE.
CG: MAYBE I'LL JUST HAVE TO SQUEEZE EVERY OUNCE OF MY PRECIOUS BLOOD FROM MY BODY AND FILL IT WITH PURPLE BLOOD TO EVEN BEGIN TO FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE TELLING ME.
CG: THEN MAYBE I'LL HAVE TO START PAINTING MY FUCKING FACE LIKE YOU DO AND BECOME ONE OF YOUR LITTLE FUCKING MINIONS, OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU PURPLE BLOODS DO OR WORSHIP.
TC: DoN't gO MoThErFuCkIn cHaNgIn yOuRsElF BrO
TC: ThE MiRtHfUl MeSsIaHs wOuLd wAnT YoU To sTaY ThE WaY YoU MoThErFuCkIn ArE
TC: AnD So dO I MoThErFuCkEr :o)
CG: OH GREAT, THANKS GAMZEE NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR APPROVAL THAT I CAN STAY THE WAY I AM I'M PRACTICALLY JUMPING WITH JOY.
CG: WHO IN THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I KIDDING. I DON'T CARE FUCK HEAD AND I WAS NEVER GOING TO DRAIN MYSELF TO REPLACE IT WITH YOU SHITTY COLOR.
CG: I'M GOING TO BED. I HOPE YOU HAVE A FUCKING WONDERFUL TIME WITH YOUR RELATIONSHIPLESS TROLL.
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I could only chuckle at Karkat's words. I knew he cared for me, he just had a hard time admitting it. I could see past all his bullshit though. I leaned back in my chair and began drinking the rest of the Faygo I forgot was in my hand. My Troll Tag beeped once again. I looked at it with surprise.
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CG:
I was motherfuckin shocked! Karkat had never presented the Moirail Diamond to me before. I wasn't going to let this chance slip from my fingers
TC:
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I hoped up from my seat and did a little dance of my own. This day was absolutely perfect! I had Feyara reunited with me, Karkat shown me he accepted our Moirallegiance, and Feyara and I own the best and most popular Carnival in all of Alternia! Nothing could ruin this for me. I slipped out of my Pants and shirt, wearing my boxers into the Recuperacoon. Feyara was curled into a corner. Her purple socks looked dark in the bright green slime. She had ditched her shirt and was in a bra. I smiled and leaned carefully to her, kissing her hair. She stirred in the slime, but did not wake up.
I looked with longing at the slime we were in. It had been three days since I had a pie. Feyara being the sweetheart she was, was trying to help me get off the Slime. It was hard, but the Carnival and Feyara usually kept it off of my mind. I would have really bad withdrawals, and Feyara would always be there to help me get through it. Feyara had been on Slime before I met her, if I remember correctly, she had been off of it for a sweep. It was nice to have her here to help because she had to suffer the same torment I was, getting off it, so she understood how hard it was.
I looked to her sleeping peacefully in her corner. I dug my hand quietly in the slime, I never ate it cold, but what choice did I have? I brought the slime to my mouth.
“Don't you even motherfuckin dare!” Feyara growled. Her hand came up from her side and pointed to me, though she still had her eyes closed and remained still in her position.
“Come on Feyara, it's been three motherfuc-”
“No! Three days is not enough. Maybe in a few days.” She growled again. I should have remembered she suffered from extreme Insomnia. She told me she developed it after being all alone on a deserted Island as a grub, wriggler, and young Troll. She was alone for six sweeps, I don't think I could motherfuckin handle that. I let the Slime drip from my hand, back with the rest of it.
“You win.” I sighed and frowned.
Feyara effortlessly sat up and looked at me with a hard face. The green Sopor Slime clung to her hair, heavy pieces fell back to the slime below. Her grey eyes stared daggers to mine. I could tell her mood had dropped, it always seemed to after I complained about the slime. Even though I felt like laughing, seeing all the Green slime plastered to her body and face, I resisted in fear. She was so motherfuckin scary when she was angry.
She wiped her hand on her right side, which had no slime on it. She raised her hand to me and I flinched, she had a habit of hitting me when she was angry. She stopped, her eyes narrowed to an angrier state. I tried to look at her, and when that failed, she grabbed my face with much force, and made us touch noses. My eyes were wide with fear and shock, what was she going to do? She licked her thumb and wiped some slime off the corner of my mouth, all without taking her angry eyes off of my shocked ones. My face still lay as prey in her cold green and grey grasp. A smirk found it's way to her lips. She quickly licked my lips and the underside of my nose. She Threw my face away laughing, while I gasped and wiped her drool from my face.
“That's fuckin nasty Fey!” I growled. My head snapped to her laying in the slime, laughing. My frown twitched into a smile, and from a smile to a laugh. Feyara couldn't breathe, she pointed to my face.
“You... Taste so... Fuckin... Awesome! You should have... Seen your... FACE!” She tried speaking but failed, allowing her sentences to come out somewhat distorted and choppy. I wasn't disturbed by her comment, Feyara had a very sensitive sense of taste and smell. It was almost as if she were Terezi, minus being blind. It actually made me wonder if she could straight up smell and taste your blood without it being exposed. Like she was a Rainbow Drinker, which I prayed to the Mirthful Messiahs that she wasn't.
Feyara was different. She had her sensitive senses. She came up with the weirdest ideas and theories. Feyara laughed anytime someone mentioned a pail or some shit, and that, was just not normal. Even the most Perverted Trolls always shied away at the word, but she would laugh and make a sexual joke right back. Yes she was different, but I loved her for the way she was. I pulled Feyara up from the Slime and hugged her. She continued to giggle, trying to calm down.
“I love you Feyara, I'm so happy you are here with me. I couldn't have done this without you.” I nuzzled her hair and lightly squeezed her. She stopped giggling, and looked up to me. She leaned up and gave a small kiss to my lips.
“I love you too Gamzee, I feel much happier now with you.” She blushed, her grey eyes shying away from mine. She remained in my arms, our fingers intertwined. We talked about anything and everything. About her crazy theories, and our new ideas for the Carnival. We talked til she eventually fell asleep, while I followed close behind.