Gamzee couldn't stop it. He couldn't move his body, all that he could do was watch in horror. It was like he was watching one of his horror films, except he was the killer.

The sopor slime supply had run out and the loud the loud, malicious voices Gamzee had to use the slime to quiet down were at large. Their terrible voices boomed and echoed in the capricorn's thinkpan, but he didn't let them take over. No, he fought them, pushed them off as best he could. He stayed in control until finally, he caved in and the voices took over.

Now, here he was. Just watching himself wreck havoc. He watched in horror as his body strangled Equius to death. He watched in horror as his body bashed Nepeta's head in. He watched in horror as he decapitated the heads of his dead friends.

Gamzee was absolutely disgusted with himself. He was on a rampage and he couldn't even stop himself. He tried to will the evil voice to stop, that he was hurting his friends. But nothing happened. Gamzee felt a burning deep down inside of him, the burning rage he had harboured over the sweeps.

He didn't think this would get any worse. And it didn't.

Gamzee was forced to watched as Karkat and their friends stood there, weapons ready and aiming towards Gamzee. Gamzee watched while he and Karkat lunged at each other, he wanted to close his eyes, he didn't want to see himself hurt his palest of loves. And he didn't. Instead of slashing at Gamzee, Karkat dropped his weapon and began to pap the raging clown. Karkat papped and shooshed him until his loud, angry honks subsided and they embraced each other, becoming official moirails.

'this could all up an work..' Gamzee thought to himself, at least he had Karkat to pacify his body's murderous rampages. At least he had Karkat.

Their moirallegiance, to Gamzee's surprise, hadn't lasted long. Gamzee was out of control. He watched in disgust as he made his way through a long term blackrom relationship with Terezi that was fairly abusive on his part. He was horrified when he started aiding the Dark Lord. He was disgusted when he witnessed himself drain the remaining blood from the bodies of his dead friends and pour it into bottles and sell them all to Jane. He was devastated when he watched himself ruin his life long friendship with Karkat.

Gamzee hated himself. He hated that he couldn't stop himself from doing all these shitty things. He hated the fact that he had just became a monster. But things couldn't get worse, right? He had done all of these things, he couldn't get any worse, right?

Wrong.

"WE AREN'T GOING TO BE HUGGING THIS OUT!!!" Karkat screeched at Gamzee who was holding a sobbing, bleeding, and beaten Terezi in a choke hold. Gamzee just laughed maniacally as Karkat and Kanaya ran towards him, weapons at the ready. Gamzee threw Terezi to the ground and grabbed her cane sword. The next second, he had stopped and stabbed Karkat twice in the chest. Karkat looked up at him weakly, tears in his eyes. "G-Gamzee..." Karkat whispered just as Gamzee threw his lifelong friend into a giant pool of lava.

"WAIT!" Just like that, Gamzee had control over his body once again. He ran took a step to the edge, his eyes wide as he watched Karkat fly downwards into the lava, his arm stretched out to the clown. Gamzee reached out for Karkat, but his pale love was already swallowed by the lava.

He couldn't believe it, he had just killed his lifelong friend. He had thrown him into lava and now he's gone. Gamzee heard a screech of Karkat's name and slowly looked over. It was Kanaya. She had angry tears welling up at the corners of her eyes as she ran towards him, chainsaw at the ready. Gamzee couldn't move, a part of him didn't want to move. He just wanted death, sweet blissful death. Kanaya ran up to him and in a second she had split the raging clown in two.

The purple blood expected death, but sadly the universe didn't deliver. His halves dropped to the ground and he watched the remain of the fight. He watched Kanaya get disintegrated, Rose get stabbed to death. He saw as the Empress choked Vriska's dancestor. He watched it all, though his think pan (or should we say thinkpans) was on Karkat.

The battle came and went, and Gamzee was left there. He closed his eyes, hoping he would pass out and die. So he closed his eyes, and hoped for the best. But he didn't die, but he did pass out.

When Gamzee awoke he was a whole troll again. He was confused of course. He tried to rub his eyes but he couldn't move his arm. Oh no, not this again. The capricorn troll began walking down the hall of the...meteor? Okay, now Gamzee was really confused. How did he get return to the meteor? Why wasn't he split in two? All he could do was watch.

He watched again as he killed Nepeta and Equius. He watched as he decapitated the bodies of his dead friends. He watched as Karkat, who was alive again, pap his rage away. But this time, instead of Karkat making their moirallegiance official, Vriska swooped in. She put Gamzee under her mind control and shoved him in a kitchen appliance.

Gamzee was surprisingly okay with this, being shoved into fridge filled with the bodies of his dead friends with a horn in his mouth, at least he wasn't able to do any harm to his friends like this. Terezi was safe. The others were safe. Karkat was safe.

The highblood stayed in the fridge, alone, for a perigee or two. In that time alone he had managed to quiet down the evil voices booming through his thinkpan without the help of sopor slime. Then, after about two perigees alone, Gamzee heard footsteps coming from outside the fridge. Gamzee's blood pumper raced. Who could it have of been?

"Gamzee?" It was Karkat's voice out there. The Purple blood honked the horn in his mouth happily. He heard the footsteps coming closer to the fridge until they finally stopped. Gamzee smiled as best he could with a horn in his mouth. He missed Karkat, god he missed Karkat. He missed talking to him, hugging him, trying to convince him to rest into the horn pile. "Can I talk to you..?" Karkat asked, his voice small. Gamzee gave out another honk and Karkat began talking,

He talked about everything. He talked about what's happened in past two perigees, his complicated relationship with Dave, how he felt about having his best friend ripped out of his hands and shoved into a refrigerator. He talked about all of this, and Gamzee listened. He gave Karkat the attention he deserved. He gave Karkat the attention he didn't give him in the other timeline. Karkat talked for a solid two hours until he finally bade his farewells and left.

But that wasn't the last of Karkat. The cancer troll returned every day at the same time. He talked for two hours straight then left. This went on over the course of the full sweep that they spent on the meteor, and Gamzee was greatful for this. He was glad that he could at least help Karkat like this, letting Karkat rant on and on until he couldn't rant anymore.

Then, the day came. Karkat walked down to Gamzee's fridge at the same time as always. He awkwardly shuffled about for a moment before he finally muttered out that the final battle was arriving, and he couldn't come back to talk to Gamzee every day. Gamzee understood, of course, but he was also sad. He was sad that he couldn't talk to Karkat. He was sad that he wouldn't be able to help the others during the battle. He was sad that he couldn't protect Karkat.

After their two hours together, Karkat sighed and leaned against the fridge door. Gamzee didn't want his friend to go, but he couldn't do anything. Instead he let out a stream of rapid fire honks, trying to keep Karkat there as long as he could. But sadly, it didn't work. Eventually, the mutant blooded troll bade his farewell and left.

Gamzee let out another honk as he heard Karkat's footsteps footsteps fade away. He didn't want him to get hurt during battle. He didn't want him to die. The capricorn troll prayed to the mirthful messiahs that some sort of miracle would play in favour of Karkat and keep him safe. When he was down, he closed his eyes and thought to himself:

'bye best friend...good luck and come back safe...'