Gamzee’s impassiveness set Terezi on edge. Maybe she’d missed it in the blur of colours but… He hadn’t moved had he? She gritted her teeth in frustration, taking seconds to compose herself before she moved again. Her main concern was keeping her face away from Gamzee’s hands, trying to keep herself moving. The only downside was that she was going to tire herself out quicker, but she was probably going to last a while in the long run. In order to preserve her sight, Terezi would need to aim for his hands—but there was no way she was risking getting that close just yet. Instead, her blade aimed for the flesh of his shoulder before, once again, moving backwards and away from him.

Gamzee took the blade to the shoulder and winced. However, before she could get away, he grabbed her arm frighteningly tight and stared at her.

“If you’re looking for my heart, I have none motherfucker.”

With the blade still lodged in his shoulder, he brought his free hand up to punch her in the gut with force. The pain started to seep in from the stab wound but Gamzee wouldn’t back down from this lowblooded motherfucker.

 

Terezi’s grip tightened on her cane, unsure of what move she was exactly supposed to be making. She wasn’t a fighter like Gamzee: he had height and weight, muscles and a terrible disposition for murder. Terezi was smaller, skilled in agility and disarming. She’d have to be quick thinking if she was going to come out of this alive, and avoiding those damn clubs was going to be a nightmare. However, Redglare hadn’t backed down against Mindfang, and surely that must have seemed impossible at the time. That fight had been more objective though: Terezi felt her friend’s lives rested on this one.

“Stay back for the moment,” she muttered to Eridan, wanting to keep him on the sidelines unless necessary. She hadn’t spent much time fighting with Eridan in the game, but his style was obviously long-ranged. Terezi also preferred such a stance, but it seemed she had no choice but to go forwards. Taking another breath, which she hoped wouldn’t be her last, Terezi drew her weapon and went for Gamzee. The first blow was barely anything, simply grazing the blade against his skin and quickly pulling back again, acting only to get a grasp for how much room she had between the handle of her cane and the blade touching his body. She couldn’t fight on vision—Terezi was more than sure he was going to break her nose the second he could. She needed to start calculating distances and depth before their fight followed a repeat of last time.

Gamzee stood completely still, letting a bit of blood be drawn. There wasn’t a flinch. No sign of pain. No movement. Just his stare. She would have to do much more than that to make Gamzee want to act. He took the pain and deep down, he enjoyed it. He wouldn’t even reply to her. He wanted her to come at him again, standing still. Staring.

 

Even though she’d been expecting it, Terezi couldn’t help but shiver as Gamzee stepped closer. Bile creeped up in her throat and she swallowed it—she was going to do this and she was not going to appear weak for as long as she could help it. She had waited almost two sweeps for this moment; failure was not an option. She let her cane rest in front of her, formal and yet promising. She hadn’t been stupid enough to pick up the wrong cane, and the call of the blade within the metal was a comfort to her nerves. If played smart, she’d live.

“Makara,” Terezi barked, unable to find a voice that felt natural to her. Of course she was scared of Gamzee, and there was a hum in her chest that was going to burst with nerves. However, you didn’t show fear to the dog—especially one as feral as Gamzee. “I believe you know why we’re here.” She tried to calm out her breathing, attention wholesomely focused on Gamzee and whatever move he would make.

“I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR IT, MOTHERFUCKERS. Make your move then.” His hands shook with excitement. Their blood running on the sand.. dripping through his fingers. Fucking miracles just waiting to happen. But he played the waiting game. They didn’t REALLY know how to fight. And he wasn’t going to slip up. He watched the two of them with cautious eyes, just waiting for his moment, standing there, a caged beast locked inside.

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Terezi quickly gave Eridan a once over as he stepped out, nose and mind picking apart his demeanor. He seemed a little awkward, but she’d always gained that impression around his company. At least he had still shown up, and a quick glance to his hand showed that he was taking this as seriously as she was. “Quite,” she simply replied, not feeling that the current situation was appropriate for jokes. “Let’s not stand around here all day, it’s not often we meet up—I don’t think we should be drawing attention to it,” she pointed out, starting to move away from his hive.

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He kept quiet as they walked, more focused on what he was thinking than what Terezi is saying. Her comments were helpful, though she seemed to be more content with the idea of her losing her life than he expected her to be. She was at her best right now — or that was the impression she left. 

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And as soon as they stepped on the beach, Gamzee knew. He was standing there, facing the ocean, gazing out into the distance. He turned his head, looking at them. Plastered onto his face was his psychotic grin. He knew what was about to go down. This was a long time coming. He started walking towards them, hands balled into fists, slowly closing the distance between them. He stayed silent, staring them down, step by step approaching them.

 

Music blared in Meenah’s block, the girl herself dancing around in her pink shrimp pajamas while she braided her hair. It was a part of her nightly rituals, turning on some sick jams while taming her wild mass of hair. She moved her hips to the beat of the song. She had just secured the hair tie at the long end of the braid when she heard it. 

Meenah frowned and turned off the music, unsure if-

“MEENAH MY WICKED SISTER OPEN UP.” 

She started and immediately sprinted down her hive’s spiraling set of stairs. That couldn’t be, could it?? She hadn’t spoken with the guy since the night he put Kankri in the hospital. What was he doing here? Right now?? A million and one questions raced in her thinkpan that needed answers right now. She didn’t bother equipping her 2x3dent. If Gamzee was here to attack her, it wouldn’t take long for her to break out her choice weapon. 

She switched on the entrance light to her hive and yanked the giant door open, eyes open and sharp in alarm. A tall, lanky troll stood on her doorstep, mess of dark colored blood spreading wet over his middle. For a moment, Meenah didn’t know what to think. “Oh my glubbing… Gamzee? What the fuck?” 

He was breathing heavily and wasn’t in very good condition. He was dripping blood everywhere.

“Cronus attacked me…. GOT TOO MOTHERFUCKING HURT AND RAN HERE… need to lay low for a while…”

He couldn’t say much. It was hard to keep the lights on in his head. It was cold out which definitely didn’t help.

“CAN I MOTHERFUCKING STAY FOR A LITTLE?”

Even though he was crazy, that came out rather sincere.

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I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU MOTHERFUCKER.

you want me to be motherfucking peaceful and shit,

MEENAH DOESNT CARE IF IM MOTHERFUCKING CRAZY.

if i burn shit to the ground she laughs.

YOU ARE A SHITTY FRIEND.

she isnt.

I WANT YOU TO BE PEACEFUL BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE FUCKING WANTS TO KILL YOU FOR THE WAY YOU’RE BEING AND I DON’T WANT YOU TO GET HURT!

WHATEVER, I’M GLAD YOU HAVE SOMEONE WHO CARES ABOUT YOU GAMZEE, EVEN IF IT ISN’T ME

I’M SORRY I’M A SHITTY FRIEND

WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

NOTHING.

maybe a bit of bloodshed.

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