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What else can POSSIBLY go wrong?

Rahzel was just starting to get into a healthy habit with a sweet boyfriend, Gam. It was all going so good. He actually felt HAPPY. Now, he's standing face to face with the one person who kept him sane through this cruel fucked up way of living he has, and the person looking back isn't even HIM anymore. It's the original Gam, the one a lot of people had a problem with, THE PROBLEM.

Though, that detail wasn't on Rahzel's mind. His Gam is gone. DEAD, they say. DEAD?! That's ri-fucking-diculous. He wants him back. He can't have him back. HE WANTS HIM BACK NOW! TOO DAMN BAD. A deal is made. Rahzel's first deal. He wants Gam back and this other one WILL find him, or there would be consequences. He puts on as tough of an act as he can while and just after he makes the deal. This Gam doesn't smile like his does. He doesn't have that same warmth. This wasn't HIS Gam. Just some asshole who claimed his body after he got mortally wounded.

He can't stand to see his boyfriend's face with that awful look in his eyes. The look that isn't his. He feels alone again. His moirail disappeared into Hell for whatever reason, his father looks at him as some pitiful being, and now his boyfriend is just. Gone. They hadn't even been together for that long.

Once Rahzel makes it back to his home, he slams his door shut and isolates himself in his room, screaming into his pillow for all of this to be a joke. He'd be mad if it was, sure, but at least it would be better than this.

He wants Gam back. He wants his smile back. He wants his joyful, dumbass, wonderful boyfriend back. Please.

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hey, its gram, or @terrminallycapricious

just wanna post from here before i turn these devices off.

gam's dead. like actually dead. hes been attacked. sorry to say. i aint wanna bring the dash down any.

but thats all i got to say here. keepin the rest of my emotions private.

we're tryin to figure this out.

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hey, its gram, or @terrminallycapricious

just wanna post from here before i turn these devices off.

gam's dead. like actually dead. hes been attacked. sorry to say. i aint wanna bring the dash down any.

but thats all i got to say here. keepin the rest of my emotions private.

we're tryin to figure this out.

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Full Revenge For an Empty Trade

There was a procedure for when certain friends of Gamzee's didn't answer texts or calls in a timely manner. It wasn't that Gamzee was a fretting Franny or a nervous Nelly. Gam just had a bad habit of...bad habits and Gamzee put it on himself to help keep an eye on Gam. Not only that, but he had questions he had to ask before he forgot them.

After teleporting to Gam's front door, Gamzee sees a trail of purple from the opened doorway that leads directly into the sea. He quickly steps in, expecting the worst and unfortunately, this time, he sees what he feared. Gam is lying in a pool of black and purple blood, completely still. At first he wants to check on him, but the ones who did this are getting away and fast. He's conflicted and decides to do a quick and sloppy stitch job to at least hold his torso closed. just 10 minutes of work before he gets up and starts sniffing for the culprit. He finds a scent of sea water, old wood, fish, and gold. PIRATES.

The yellow of his eyes shift to orange, and then red as he angrily follows the trail, ripping his shirt off. His wings erupt from his back and he glides across the air over the ocean, eyes scanning the surface for anything. He KNOWS who did this and he just has to-- he spots a pirate ship heading the opposite direction and a growl emits from his throat as he descends. Just as the pirates are about to dock, he hits the deck with his heels. Before any of the crew on deck can act, he brings out one of his swords he never gets to use and starts slicing off limbs and thrusting the sword into throats. Is it really fair for him to kill 3 or 4 for one brother who might just get up again a day later? Leave the morality to someone else, this is business. What good are pirates for anyway? He paints the deck with blood, his wings having retreated back into him. He sniffs around, so angry that he's grinning. "Where's the captain? I JUST WANNA MOTHER FUCKIN' TALK." Another poor crewmate, who hadn't been smart enough to flee with the others once they settled at a port, stood their ground. "Get OFF OUr SHIP, C-Clown!" Their voice shakes as their nerves get the better of them. Gamzee has no remorse or concern and grips the smaller troll by the throat, flinging them off the ship into the water with relative ease. He glowers around the deck, "Now where's the runt running this raggedy run down romp slomp?" Then, he stomps towards the big door at the center of the ship and he snarls, it twisting into an ugly grin as he tries the handle. "OH- locked? WELLLLL SHIIIIIT, however will I--" He scoffs and punches the door in the same place 5 times in until his hand busts through to unlock the door. He sniffs through the new hole in the door and even peeks in. He can smell Gam's blood and the origin of the faint scent he caught near Gam's body. The captain glares at him, bloody spear in hand. She threatens him that she'll send him to his Brother if he doesn't back off. The door is kicked and Gamzee's arm is sliced by the broken wood of the door. Once he loosens himself from it, he doesn't stop the captain from stabbing him in the neck. In fact, he takes it by the handle and slips it in more, proving a point. He uses his still developing power of healing using his voodoos. He slowly heals the wound closed as she abandons the spear for her guns. He doesn't hesitate to bring his wings back out, which startles the pirate. As she tries ascending to the Crow's Nest of the ship, Gamzee flies up, trying and failing to dodge all bullets. He launches at her and knocks her down onto the deck once more, knocking the wind out of her. More insults and gunfire happens before Gamzee gets tired of this game. He keeps teasing her, saying when Gam gets better, they'll LAUGH at what a dumb bitch she was for going after a Gamzee Makara. It falls on mostly deaf ears as she just keeps trying to shoot him. The purpleblood scoops her up and flies to the Crow's Nest, weaving and shaking her to throw off her aim, which just makes her drop her gun. She uses her sword to swing at him and hits him enough to let her go. "ah fuck-" He dodges the sword when she tosses it towards him and watches her fall 80 feet head first onto her deck. Once he figures she's dead, he kneels and scoffs again. "Flimsy fragile motherfuckin' bitches." In his hand goes right through her abdomen, tearing her apart from the inside out. She taunts her corpse as he mangles and rips her into many pieces before finally ripping her head from her body, snapping it from her spine. He pikes it and stabs the sharp end of the spear he used into the board of the deck. "YA CAPTAIN'S MOTHER FUCKIN' DEAD, YO. COME GET THAT MONEY." He's past the point of revenge now, having not only slaughtered her, but humiliated her in the process. Gamzee slaps her cheek before licking up her face to clean her bronze blood off it. Was it an intimidation factor for those watching from the docks? Or was he just feeling a type of way right now? Who knows.

"DON'T FUCK WITH GAMZEE MAKARA CUZ THIS WHAT HAPPENS. think you can take me on? NO. you ain't shit." Gamzee ignores the pictures being taken and flies off, heading right back for Gam's hive, his chest heaving and his hands still covered in bronze blood. He swoops down and runs his hands into the sea water to clean them off a bit as he approaches the shore of the beach. Once back, he runs into the hive and drops to his knees, shaking as he starts putting Gam back together the best he can, seeing he's missing some organs. He hisses to himself as he tries his best using both physical mending tools and his healing voodoos. He continues until his head starts hurting. After a while, Gamzee finishes and frowns, concerned that Gam isn't stirring yet. When he lifts his head to see the mess around, there's another trail of purple and black leading away from Gam and into one of the rooms. He cautiously follows the trail and opens the door, frowning.

Laying there is someone he remembers from visiting the bubbles. Someone he wasn't EVER expecting to see while awake. A horrorterror Gamzee. He sees his leg is severed, yet it doesn't explain just how in the FUCK he was laying unconscious right there in person-- Gamzee glances back over at Gam's body, his ears drooping downward. This...wasn't going to be easy for anyone involved.

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((for those who are reading it: gam will be back eventually but itll be just a lil while. for now im working on OG gams blog andstuff when he has energy to post. will let yall know soon. this is a heavy situation for quite a few characters so ill try to balance the mood with positive stuff while this stuff goes on.))

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remember to read part two <3))

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((lmk if both parts show up! the queue didnt work and was giving me grief so im posting it now with a timestamp at the top

#seems like the site is acting up for me so #ooc #both parts arent showing up for me so pls lmk //sob #if both dont show up go on directly on my blog to see part 2. im going to reblog both later anyway

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>The Empty Trade - Part 1 4-2-2024 8 AM

Dropping the heavy snack bag, as the usual part of the routine when he comes back to his hive from Rahzel's place. Can't visit without a bag of snacks while theyre chatting. Chocolate snacks, salty snacks, fruity, even a couple drinks in there. He's always gotta be prepared. After the thud onto the couch and, a lazy kick off of the slip on black sandals, he flops down into his pile with a long sigh. Peace once again. Though, he didn't really want to leave so soon, he had just been getting more tired, lately. Combine that with the occasional strange nose bleeds, or fluids coming up for lack of better detail, they all seem to be a similar sensation. It is never comforting, and started to wear at the stomach and sinuses like an old, unproperly set broken bone and a bruise; an unhealed knot of the muscle. He never wanted to show how heavy it is weighing on him. The nightmares he can take, sure. The hallucinations where they make show their faces, or in this case voices, their eyes, their shadows - all following before the 'bleeds'. It was just… a weird thing. He's just tired of Gram looking at him that way, as if he knows something.

Gam looks up at the ceiling and contemplates taking a nap right here. That is, until a loud thud. They all told the clown to keep his door locked and closed, a habit he still could never perfect. A stranger could come right in, and have before. Today seems to be the day once again, only this time, more than one. There had to be about 9 trolls all painted faces as part of the church, yet dressed as any alternian pirate would look. Pirate juggalos? What the fuck- No time to think. Gam gets up to his feet with one of his clubs in hand, and about to go for the other, which he curses under his breath to himself about. Why did he have to leave it in the other room? Flash step, cmon you can do it again, its been a while but it can be done again. Before the step could plant itself where he has in mind, his throat, and his legs are taken from him, and slammed onto the hard and dark gray floor, enough to crack the stone. He's held down and he can barely get a moment of air, letalone focusing at all. This seems to be for the best, because what is happening to him, he'd rather not remember. The intruders dig into him with weapons, tools, ripping open his abdomen, taking what they want - an organ or two, blood from him, anything of value aswell around his hive. They are intending to leave with more than the usual valuables. Maybe, if he could think, he'd wonder why they think his organs are of any value? Still, one thing is for sure, they intend to kill him off quickly. The shock is too great that he feels nothing but the cold ocean air blowing in from the open door. The most vital of his organs are hit last, stopping his heart, stopping his lungs, stopping it all. Finally, his head is hit so they won't have to hear him struggle further if there is anything left in him. The last thing he could manage to see at all, was darkness engulfing his vision like someone had poured ink over his eyes.

The clown is left there, door wide open for any beast to come in and eat him up, hive is trashed, the wind knocking things over at each wave. The intruders make their way quickly to their ship, storing the stolen organs and valuables away, and they are off. The captain has Gam's blood on her hands, not bothering to wipe them, like its own small trophy, smearing the wheel.

An attack or robbery isn't new for the poor clown. Consistently, there has been traps hidden under the sand by these same pirates. Some old, some new, some have even hit him, but he's recovered fine. He had some help in the past to remove as many could be found. There has been other valuables like gold stolen from him, aswell, but they never hit him as hard as tonight. Maybe he should have seen it coming, maybe he should have checked his door before he left early that morning. Regardless, the damage has been done, and it's likely, he won't be getting back up anytime soon. At least, it won't be him.

- The original one. Same face, same voice, same silliness. However, not the same history - not the same pain caused. This one before him that others also called 'Gam', was long gone in the furthest ring, cursed for his afterlife to be a wandering terror. The timeline was long doomed the first round of death. However, despite the ongoing loop similar to ghosts to never grow and consistently fall back on how they died, or the wrong things they've done, there was one little spark in his mind. One day, he had come across a bubble, where this new version of his own face, this new alternate, was having a sweet dream with the other ghosts. It angered him. Fueled with selfish rage - Why does he get to have another chance? Why not me? He has my face. He has a new blank slate, and not him. Thats not fair. Unknown to the first Gam, this 'new' one had the same feeling, knowing what the first has done to harm in his life. They both had their own anger. Long story short, he had claimed this poor alternate's body, and soul. He vowed, "Once he dies for good, I will live again, I will have his body, I will get the life I deserve. You don't know the pain of this void. I want out. I will be out." He could not control himself, and this fate has been sealed. Cursing this new version of himself, to suffer hallucinations, deteriorating health which stumped any doctor, and forgetfulness - Which lead to his death. No regard for who was in this new bard's life, and how this would hurt them.

Time has passed. The first, has been watching the skies consistently, for any sign of death, any sign of change. The only thing in his mind was that he would be free, and that fate was his to take. One day he had been crowding bubbles, and creating new, when he saw a light, as if a new star was exploding right behind him. It got bigger and bigger, and he felt the pull. Immediately this alerted him, and he had been pushed through, even if it felt like an eternity itself going through. It was not a star, but a portal. He felt his consciousness blank out in this meantime, moving to an empty, bright space, as if you had shined a flashlight behind your eyelids. He stood there, empty eyes but his form he used to be in, more clear than before. Ahead of him, he could have been fooled that it was a reflection, but no, here he was, the 'new' self. Anger, selfishness creeped up again, he could only feel one thing: he has to kill him, himself. This new face will not win. There is no other way but to take what he claimed as his.

Then the new face stood, shaking and staring at him, opening his mouth to speak.

#action - #viewed ooc - #reboot gam vs OG gam )) #the empty trade - #character death // #violence // #injury // #will need to put this in parts. sorry my writign is all over the place. writing is not my strength #jovialecho #PERSONAL BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT - #story /

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>The Empty Trade - Part 2 4-2-2024 8 AM

Gam didn't know how he knew, but he knew this was coming for him, now that it's standing in front of him. As well as a strange darkness behind him, as if another entity were attached. His focus stays on the clearest one in front of him.

"Wait - I know what you're here for. Please hear me before you take me. Just one thing." The original face seems to contort impatiently, but he stays quiet, giving him the hint that he can, and better hurry up. "Before I go," Gam says, standing up fully. "Take care of him, take care of Rahzel for me. Let him know I'm sorry, and I love him. Don't hurt him… Please." He is quiet for a moment, ruminating over it, angry he doesn't have everything this new face does in his life, how dare he have all this and he has nothing? Still. This stranger, Rahzel, he has to protect? As if he would give him such a thing, but he at least, makes him think he agrees. He nods, at the relief of the other. Not long after, he is going for him, striking the new one's teary face. A fight to win, to take the life he claimed, and a fight that won't take long at all. The other lets him win, but not without yet another wave of pain, as if this was fun for the original alternate. He was choked out, beaten, torn until there was no voice or being left of him, and the consciousness of the other, fades out completely. The original stands from the floor, and walks further into the light. No more waiting. The other, finds himself somewhere unfamiliar, not so much as paradise, bubbles, or any torturous ending. Just nonsense, and endless space.An ever-changing placeholder for his soul to spend his time before whatever forces decide where he will feel at peace.

-- The body As these moments seemed forever, there really has been no time at all.

The mangled body, with a touch of body heat left, started to change. This change was almost a blink to anyone who would witness. It seemed to shake, squirm, and suddenly, a roaring sound that took down the power of the hive, and made any creature silent in the immediate surroundings. This roar continued on for these seemingly few seconds, and it almost seemed a large maw broke through the body, one belonging to a horror terror. It split the poor body open, black fluids exploded out, its tendrils wrapped and slapped against whatever had been nearby, knocking them over, or at least damaging it to some degree. Color had all faded from the room. As quickly as this started, it was over. It all tucked back inside this body, and left nothing but the mess of blood and black fluid. More for Gam's poor alternate to witness, and take upon himself to mend. The roaring stopped, the electric was back, the color in the room returned, and it was time for mending the body. After this, revenge. This alternate, Gamzee, also called 'robohorn' by some strangers, wasn't going to let this slide. Soon they'll be hunted down, and mangled themselves.

Waking. It was no misplaced terror in the room, it was the original Gam once again. The one who had claimed this new versions body in his own selfish frustration. He has taken his body, and the fight was won. The fight that never should have happened. Still, this would be not without pain. Upon waking, all pain, all sickness, all leftover from the damages was still his to feel. Nothing he had felt in a very long time, as things in the furthest ring are different. This was real pain. So much so, that it had him passing out a few more times, before he would ever be aware enough to speak again, or process what had happened. For now, he will take his time. The waiting is over - at least for him. No longer a terror, just a troll that needs to recover.

#my art - #cicidraws - #injury / #horror terror // #character death / #action - #viewed ooc - #story - #the empty trade - #sorry for the half assed art its also older too #i wanted to make a big thing but i had no energy whatsoever #forgive the speedy sloppy writing i wanted to put more detail but had no energy either

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#music #SoundCloud

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feelin real good today

#gif #jovialecho #ic

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feelin real good today

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ra hzel

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my bones been crackin like i been roasted up too long and makin my bones crack like shards

im bad for animal consumption, dont feed ya pets cooked bones

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hey guys i used the bathroom just lettin ya know

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