He had set your body in the corner of his little cove. He hadn't decapatized you, like the bodies of his old friends, and shoved you into a freezer. No, he had taken your corpse to Kanaya, sobbing and begging her to fix you. The jade-blooded rainbow-drinker had accepted, taking your corpse and stuffing it.
She had placed some makeup on your skin and dressed you in a handmade dress- it was long and orange, with purple trimming along the side. Your symbol- a large cross, like that in the Human's religions- was threaded into the purple belt that came under your chest in orange, completing the ensemble.
Kanaya presented your body to Gamzee regretfully, a large jar of your orange blood with it. He had snatched that from her evilly, "No one touches her. Not without my permission." Kanaya nodded, handing him your bloodied black turtleneck and and orange jeans.
Now, all he did was sit with your corpse, singing lullabyes to you softly. "C'mon, (Name)," he constantly whispered, "You gotta wake up." He would nuzzle his face into your hair, smelling the sweet pomegranate shampoo you had used. Then he would smile and remember.
"Gamzee!" you called, opening the door to his hive suddenly, scaring the juggalo Troll. He looked up from his oven, staring at you with stoned, purple eyes. "What's up? What are you making?" you asked, leaning over his counter to stare at him contently. He smiled.
"Some motherfuckin' miracles, sis," he responded, his voice holding that usual stoned tone. You smiled at him.
"Cupcakes?" you asked playfully. He shook his head no.
"Naw, man, some sopor pie. You gotta try this shit, (Name)." He leaned against his purple oven, sliding the apron you usually wore while you were there off. He then handed you the bright orange fabric, watching as you pinned your black locks back. Then you slid the apron on, turning towards Gamzee so he could tie the back.
"Well, sorry Gamgam. You know how I get when I eat the slime. Wacky. And... murder..ey," you politely declined, instead lifting the plastic bag you had brought with you up. "But I brought you some real food. Like... Featherbeast." This caught his attention, because he grabbed the bag from you and looked in it with wide eyes.
"You put a motherfucking featherbeast in here!? A live one!?" he screeched excitedly, like a little wiggler. You shook your head no and papped him on the head.
"No, silly, I brought a dead one. You know how I feel about featherbeast. If they can fly, they can still massacare my entire hive," you stated seriously.
Your Lusus loved to call those stupid things to your hive. Stupid ridiculous featherbeast thing.
Gamzee looked up at you, before wrapping an arm around you. "Sis, no featherbeast'll be all up and in your hive while I'm your moirail."
"I thought Karkat was your moirail?"
"He doesn't want to be my moirail...."
"Wow. What a jerk."
Gamzee chuckled fondly at the memory, hugging your body closer. He stopped, honking loudly when he heard Karkat yell, "Dram bubble!"
Then he saw you walk by, white eyes and all. Your horns were nubby, like Karkat's, but came out from behind your ears and out to about where Terezi's were. Your turtleneck was blood free, and your orange jeans were on. You giggled at something, scampering off and leaving Gamzee alone.
He was used to it.
Every dream bubble had you, but not you. Just phonies and fakes.
He sighed, kissing your cheek and remembering again.
"Hey Gamzee," you asked quietly, "Have you played the kissing game before?"
This caused the stoned Troll to spit his Faygo out from surprise. "The what!?" he screeched at you. Your cheeks got bright orange as he approached you, his eyes angry. Had you been cheating on him? Or had you gotten a Kismesis? You could never have a Kismesis, you were way too nice.
Quietly, you squeaked out, "The kissing game. Terezi told me about it." You squeezed your eyes shut when Gamzee lurked above you, his purple eyes locked on your flushing face.
"What the hell is that?" he asked, propping his arm up above you. He never realized how small you were, but damn, you were small. Or he was really tall.
Your face relaxed when you saw he wasn't going to scold you, so you looked up into his purple irises and said, "Well, it's where you kiss someone, and they have to return the kiss to you. TZ said it was a fun Matesprit game."
Gamzee blinked at you, his Faygo falling from his hand and spilling onto the ground. Only you could make him feel like that. Only you. "Well... no. I motherfucking haven't," he sighed. You smiled up at him.
"Do you wanna?" He nodded, praying you couldn't see the purple flush that covered his face. Dammit, you were so cute. "I'll go first, then!" you cheered happily, leaning up and kissing his nose innocently.
Gamzee kissed your nose, noticing the white makeup on your lips. You reached up, grabbing his face and kissing his cheek, more of the white makeup coming off. Gamzee turned your gray skin, setting his darker gray lips on your cheek softly.
You flushed innocently as you stood on your tiptoes and gently kissed Gamzee on the lips, your eyes squeezed tight. You placed your hands on his shoulders, steadying the Troll.
He had honestly expected you to opt out of that one.
After a minute, you got down to your normal height, your face alight with the bright orange of your blood. Gamzee nearly chuckled at your cute demeanor, but he was far to turned on by your innocent kiss to consider it.
"Sis," he whispered, leaning down to your level. Now he felt like bullying you. Your face got brighter, if possible.
Gamzee started to set his lips on yours, but he heard the loud, "Oh my Gog NO!" He turned towards his door way, seeing Karkat standing there with a bright red flush. "Gamzee, get away fro- (Name)!"
You had passed out.
Gamzee flushed slightly at the memory. You had been really daring that day. Usually Gamzee was the one to move stuff in your relationship, but you had actually initiated a kiss.
But now you couldn't.
Because you were gone...
Because of him.
Purple tears welled up in his eyes, but he was surprised by the gray skinned hand that wiped them away. "Sh.. sh..." you whispered, looking down at him. He grabbed your hand, dumping your stuffed animal like body to the floor and hugging you.
"Is this really you, sis?" he asked, his head buried into your shoulder and his tears touching your neck.
"Yes, Gamgam, it's me."
"Please don't motherfuckin' leave me sis. I miss you."
"I want to stay, Gam. I really want to. But... I'm dead. You killed me. And I can't stay."
"Can't you be like Aradia and jump back into your body? Stay here, forever?"
You kissed Gamzee gently. "Gamzee, this is a dream bubble. Your dream bubble."
"Then you should be able to stay forever! That's my motherfucking dream!"
You chuckled quietly, covering your mouth with your hand, "Gamzee, it's time you let me go."
"Sis, I love ya! No!"
You touched his cheek. "You don't have to forget. You have your memories. You just can't be hung up on me being gone anymore." You chuckled again, "If you stay like this, you won't be able to help four kids in the next world."
Gamzee looked at you, his eyes wide. "What?" Now he actually looked at you. You stood in front of him in a God Tier outfit- a Thief of Heart one. How fitting.
"You, my Bard of Rage, have some people to help. And I'm just holding you back." Gamzee nodded, feeling a power well up inside himself. You kissed his cheek again, "But, like I said, don't forget. Remember."
Quoting something he had heard Nepeta say once, Gamzee whispered quietly, "If you love something, set it free..."
You disappeared from his grasp after that.
But Gamzee didn't scream out, like he expected.
He smiled, looking at the pile of purple clothing that sat in front of him. "You motherfuckin' thief, (Name). You took my heart."