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Dave has collapsed on the bed that he alchemized today. It's strange to be asleep again, especially with the new dream bubble nonsense going on out there in whereverthehell. Right now, there's a yearning within him for a normal dream that his neurons generated, but nah, oh well, he guesses this is his life now. He's in a bubble that looks just like the room he went to sleep in. He's torn down the walls, though, and now he's looking out into a sky that could be fake or could be real. He doesn't really know or care. Maybe he can actually get some goddamn sleep and feel rested if he looks into the sky for long enough. What would that be called, achieving dream limbo?
Stupid.
He's trying not to think too hard when he feels a hard blow to the stomach. The real stomach. He jolts awake and gasps for air, curls up on himself in pain.
DAVE: jegus christ what the fuck
??????: look at me.
DAVE: what
??????: MOTHERFUCKING
??????: look at me, motherfucker.
Dave looks. It's one of the trolls, one of the tall ones. It's- oh, fuck, it's the juggalo one. What's his name, Gamzee? What's he doing in Dave's room? The lights are on, Dave can see him clearly. Why are his eyes red, his makeup smeared? He holds two juggling clubs, one of which, the blue one, is at rest on the bed. It's probably what woke Dave up. After taking a second to breathe, Dave speaks again.
DAVE: what the hell are you doing dude get out of here
GAMZEE: NO.
GAMZEE: we need to motherfucking talk.
GAMZEE: I MOTHERFUCKIN NEED TO MOTHERFUCKIN TALK.
GAMZEE: because you up and sent me the most
GAMZEE: MOTHERFUCKING VILE THING I'VE EVER SEEN.
GAMZEE: on a little motherfuckin whim.
GAMZEE: LIKE IT WAS MOTHERFUCKIN NOTHING.
GAMZEE: explain yourself right the motherfuck now.
DAVE: what
DAVE: i
DAVE: i need to think dude i dont know what youre talking about
GAMZEE: THEN THINK, MOTHERFUCKER.
GAMZEE: there's no way your little motherfuckin thinkpan can't conjure up the blasphemy you shot in my motherfuckin face for no reason.
GAMZEE: THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE THIS MOTHERFUCKING THOUGHTLESS.
DAVE: stop dude oh my gog
GAMZEE: no.
GAMZEE: NO WAY.
DAVE: wait is this about the music video
DAVE: your gods or whatever
GAMZEE: the mirthful motherfuckin messiahs.
GAMZEE: THE MOCKERY YOU MADE OF THEM BY TRYING TO SHOW ME THAT MOTHERFUCKIN VIDEO IS UNFORGIVABLE.
DAVE: dude its a music video
GAMZEE: it was an ode to the motherfuckin downfall of all that is holy is what it motherfuckin was.
DAVE: it was a music video
GAMZEE: HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK
DAVE: what is this. what are you doing.
GAMZEE: admit that you were trying to shake my faith
GAMZEE: ADMIT THAT YOU'RE ONLY SOME KIND OF MOTHERUCKIN NOSEY WEIRDO BEAST THAT MOTHERFUCKIN HATES ME
GAMZEE: admit it motherfucker
DAVE: im not admitting shit
DAVE: i cannot fucking stress enough how much the thing that i showed you was a music video made by shitty earth rap clowns and nothing fucking else
DAVE: no one is trying to insult your rap clown messiah dudes
DAVE: dude
GAMZEE: MY GANDERBULBS SAY OTHERWISE.
DAVE: is that you joking or
GAMZEE: there's no denying that i watched you try to drive me motherfuckin crazy just now
GAMZEE: I AM NOT MOTHERFUCKIN HAVING IT
GAMZEE: im not
GAMZEE: I
GAMZEE: motherfuck
DAVE: you need to chill dude
DAVE: go sit in a freezer or something
GAMZEE: IM NOT DONE WITH YOU MOTHERFUCKER
DAVE: …
DAVE: okay???
GAMZEE: if you ever send that sludge to me ever again.
He takes a step closer. Dave wills himself not to shrink back.
GAMZEE: I AM GOING TO FIND YOU.
GAMZEE: i am going to kill you.
GAMZEE: AND I AM GOING TO USE YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN BLOOD
GAMZEE: to paint the motherfucking walls
GAMZEE: MOTHER
GAMZEE: fucking
GAMZEE: RED.
GAMZEE: don't motherfuckin try that shit again.
GAMZEE: HONK.
The troll slams his club onto the sheet next to Dave's torso, then begins backing away, club trailing off the bed and swinging down to his side. Just before Gamzee reaches the doorway, he bunps against the wall.
GAMZEE: oh motherfuck.
GAMZEE: LISTEN. OK.
GAMZEE: i'm all for pretending this never motherfuckin happened
GAMZEE: DO YOU WANT THAT?
DAVE: um
DAVE: yes
GAMZEE: sweet. motherfuckin sweet.
GAMZEE: BYE, DAVE.
GAMZEE: don't fuck up again.
GAMZEE: HONK
GAMZEE: honk
GAMZEE: MOTHER FUCKING HONK.
Gamzee disappears now, leaving Dave laying, confused and frightened, on the bed he'd alchemized today. Holy shit. Holy fuck. He… he guesses he should try to sleep again? Wait, nah, fuck that. He's going to stay awake for a long time now.
This is going to be a long meteor ride.