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WHO: Gamzee Makara and Jessica Wakefield
WHERE: Somewhere that Jessica normally goes to alone
WHEN: Probably the morning of the sixth
WARNINGS: Violence, language, and general creepiness
SUMMARY: Gamzee stalks Jessica to somewhere private. Gamzee likes doing terrible violent things to people when they're all alone with him.
FORMAT: Anything with words

Gamzee quietly moved his feet as he breathed in the outside air. Sometimes the air outside was worse than the air inside, but today it was nice, there was a smell of something calming that he couldn't quite place. Maybe it was the smell of the small amount blood on him from earlier that was wafting up to his nose. Yeah, that might have something to do with it.

That or maybe it was just the sense of thrill he felt tingling up his spine as he carefully stalked Jessica. It was fun to hide just a little before she'd see, to still manage to stick so close after such incidents, and to go on with this knowing that soon he'd find a place where she'd be all alone. And this last thought brought a broad warm smile to his face.

The second she was alone he'd greet her with that same smile and the smallest honk from his horn.

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Jessica yelped, dropping her coffee on the ground. She didn't move an inch, even as the hot liquid pooled around her feet. Instead, she cautiously turned her eyes toward him, completely overwhelmed and baffled and scared.

"Gamzee? What are you doing?" Wasn't he normal now? Hadn't he had a change in personality? They'd talked, he'd apologized for what had happened before. Why was he holding a scythe to her throat now? And where did one even get a scythe anyway?

"What do you all think I'm doing? I'm motherfuckin' in up at here and seeing what you're doing,. Seeing how it's all been going since I've been gone," he said and let it sink for a second before he slowly moved his other arm over one of Jessica's own arms, not quite grabbing it yet. Gamzee briefly remembered telling Bob that he wouldn't touch her. At the time he'd been thinking he'd only use scythes or clubs, but now he realized he'd just have to break his word. Not like it he'd been planning on being known for keeping to it or anything anyway.

"It's not up at being motherfuckin' smart for you to wander alone, Jessica. No Bob or Rapunzel is up at here to save you now." His voice seemed a little distant now, but still pleased.

Finally making a grab for his arm he intended to slowly twist it, not wanting to break anything just yet. That could wait a little longer. He wanted to make her arm worse than his arm had been when Equius had broken it, but he wanted to make sure the process was slower. And he wanted to make it a little more lethal, sure he still couldn't use that one arm as well as he wanted to, but he also hadn't had any bones sticking out from the skin. Again though, it could wait. He wanted to hear some sounds of agony first.

"What do you mean? You were here this whole time! We talked! You apologized to me!" The panic was setting in, she was starting to quiver and shake. She didn't know what to do. Laura's self-defense lessons hadn't progressed to the part where she was ready to take on foes with bladed weapons, foes who were much stronger than she was.

She whimpered as he grabbed her arm, tears welling up in her eyes already. Laura was right. Bob was right. They were all right about Gamzee. He hadn't changed. He had faked his entire reformation. "Why?"

"No I all motherfuckin' wasn't. That was the dumb and dopey version. The motherfucker who got all up at poisoning his motherfuckin' thinkpan again's not up at being here. I'm all back though. And so the motherfuck am I. And we're all real glad to see you as our ownselves again." There was a slight edge to the joy he expressed in the last line and he was growing distant again until she asked why. That brought him back a little bit.

He sounded a little more delighted and awful then before, unfortunately. "Why do you all motherfuckin' think? Think I all just dumped it out of my thinkpan what you said about me? Think I all up and motherfuckin forgot a motherfuckin' challenge of yours or that I'm not up at motherfuckin' finishing things when I all motherfuckin' start them? Wrong idea to keep up in your thinkpan."

Then he was further away in emotions again, though he wasn't absent, a little honking would make that much clear.

Still lovely to his ears was the sound of pain and that whimpering would only just be the beginning. Now he slowly worked to make a small symphony of cracking sounds. He was really hoping for screaming to accompany it.

"We already fought!" Her voice was shrill, shaking. Her whole body was shaking at every honk. "You already won! Now leave me alone! Leave me alone right now!"

Jessica wasn't whimpering anymore. By this point she really was screaming, struggling against Gamzee to try and push away. Being cut up would hurt, but it was better than just standing there stupidly and letting Gamzee have his way with her.

"Let go of me! Let go! Help! Help! Help me! Someone help me!"

The screaming he enjoyed and he'd enjoy the struggling as long as it wasn't too much of a hassle to deal with. He loved it when his prey was just brave enough to do something, but not quite strong enough to be effective against him. Besides, it made for better play and Gamzee loved playing with his prey.

His grip on her arm became vice-like and in a nearly hushed tone in both voices said, "Who all do you motherfuckin' think is going to help you at in here? _{It's just us, Jessica.} And we're not all motherfuckin' up at leaving until we motherfuckin' finished what's all been motherfuckin' started."

Moving the scythe away from Jessica's neck, in the process making sure to not to turn it into gaping hole, he moved it to another spot of tender flesh and near delicately started to try to cut a long line into her body. As ever he kept honking, but there was more emphasis on each honk as he put more force into his work.

Jessica shrieked again, essentially unable to speak anymore. Adrenaline, pain, and fear had completely taken over and all she could manage to do was scream and cry. Tears streamed down her cheeks, sobs accented by blood curdling screams as the metal cut through her flesh.

Her legs were giving out, she just couldn't stand the pain. One particular cut brought her to her knees, collapsing half into the blade and half against Gamzee. By this point, she was starting to go numb. It almost didn't hurt anymore.

"N-no..."

Leaning his head toward Jessica and breathing into her ear and neck Gamzee said "_{No what?} There's nothing motherfuckin' here that's up at being motherfuckin' wrong. _{And you don't all get a decision in what gets to happening at in here.} Only motherfuckin' thing happening here is that you're motherfuckin' decorate the park with motherfuckin' red."

Gamzee grinned again and then he moved to make one final deep cut into Jessica. He wouldn't need to keep a hold on Jessica's arm anymore either and so he finally began to slowly break every piece of the bone he had yet to splinter. The cracking didn't sound as good to him as the crying and screaming had, but it would have to do. Jessica didn't seem like she'd be putting as much energy into her pain as before.

Oh well, without any of the new fear being as good as before it just meant every previous scream and tear would just have to be something he held dear in his little black heart.

If you plan to play with a clown

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