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ShIiIiIt
So wHeRe aLl mY MoThErFuCkErS At?
HeArD YoU AlL Up aNd mOtHeRfUcKiNg lEfT!
AnD A BrO CaN'T JuSt bE LeAvInG HiS FrIeNdS AlL HaNgInG LiKe tHaT
GoTtA FoLlOw aLoNg aNd sHiT
YeEeEaH, aNd i bAkEd aLl tHe pIeS YoU AlL GoNnA NeEd tO MaKe uP FoR BeInG AlL MoThErFuCkInG SlOw oN ThE UpTaKe :O)
KiNdA ZoNeD OuT Or sOmE ShIt oR I WoUlDa gOtTeN HeRe fAsTeR

SiDeS, tHiS PlAcE Is tHe mOtHeRfUcKiNg bItChTiTs sO FaR
AnD YoU KnOw?
HuMaNs aIn't aLl tHaT BaD
So i gOtTa bE AlL ChEcKiNg tHiS PlAcE OuT AnYwAy
ScHmOoZe aNd sHiT LiKe tHaT
ShArE A CoUpLe oF PiEs aNd hAvE A MoThErFuCkInG HeLl oF A TiMe

GaMzEe mOtHeRfUcKiNg mAkArA'S GoT ThIs pLaCe aLl uP In hIs zOnE
AnD I'M HeLlA ExCiTeD To bE MaKiNg sOmE NeW FuCkInG BrOs wItH AaAaAaAlL YoU DoPe wRiGgLeBrOs
HoNk hOnK

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[If one were to check out the courtyard right now, they might wind up spotting a very... odd-looking guy chilling in the center of just about everything, sitting in the grass and sipping on a beverage of Questionable Fizzy Content. The troll's face is unlike any others' from the Garden so far, caked with face makeup as opposed to be relatively or entirely bare of that artificial slop.

He also seems kind of... out of it. How could one describe it as? Lethargic? No, maybe out of tune with things? Perhaps. Focused on something? Who even motherfucking knows. He's not even focused on one thing. The whole world around him is just... fascinating him on this new planet.

Garden's beautiful, life is beautiful, all that shit just going on in his little clown head.

No matter how off he seems, however, he's actually a pretty cool dude to be around. That just... might take a moment to realize beyond his high personality and low attention span due to the fact.

Approach, y/n/sopor pies?]

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[Hey man, he was never really a jerk to Gamzee because well..it's Gamzee, there's like no point. But now the trick is finding out if this is HIS Gamzee or not, and with how Gamzee speaks that might be difficult.]

[...Does it really even matter anymore though?]

Hah, well, been here a good time I bet, only Vrisk, Karcrap, Nepeta, and Equius were here when I dropped by. Lots of us have been stoppin' on by but as said, ' was pretty sure your stoked tush would pop in at some point, lookin' at how shits been goin' anyway. So how's a bro doin', eh?

[He adjusts a little, still in a great deal of pain, bandages and all, but his flesh wounds were already healing, thank god.]

[He already saw Vriska a little earlier, but Nepeta? Equius? BEST FRIEND? THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER TOTALLY.

His eyes kind of light up beyond the typical glazed look they always have. Typical ol' Gamzee.]

Fuck, man. That's fuckin' outta this world. All our motherfucking bros all up and showing up! Even saw Sollux earlier and shit, that was pretty tight.

[Please hold, Faygo-sipping. Okay, there we go.] But Iiiii been good, Tav. Been all missing our fucking fresh slamming, though. Been way too long.

[Fresh slamming.]

[This isn't his Gamzee. He mostly spoke to his Gamzee about their lusi and said problems about them, when they were alive anyway. Whatever, not like he ever expected anyone from his time line by now anymore. He leans back on a hand before realizing that is a bad idea and stays up, hunching over a little as he sits.]

Yeah, there's two of those yellow bastards hopping around this scene, they look pretty different though so you can't mix 'em up. As for Karkat? Two of him too, and both different as well, far as I can tell, one's older and one's younger so take em how ya see em. A weird Kanaya popped up as well, older n shit too. [Shrug.] Just one me though, which is dandy by me, brother.

[Watches him sip the Faygo, yikes, this is always weird... How was everyone the same as they were for him... and then... It just made everything weird. He knew them as they were, he knew how they acted, their experiences, everything, but not a single one knew anything about him besides that he looked like this other Tavros... That was it.]

Sorry to say, droog, I ain't yer slammin bro. This gulliver might look the same but I come from a whole 'nother game period, ya dig?

[The shit he'd do for just, one memory from his own timeline...]

[Wait a minute.

Tav just said he wasn't his slamming bro. Not the guy who threw sick rhymes with him and acted like a total cool cat with him, with all that stammering over his words and shit. Not that Tavros. Just a Tavros from... 'a whole 'nother game period'.

Gamzee just kind of stared half-lidded at him for a moment, expression unreadable, until suddenly...]

[He started chuckling. What.]

Heheh.

Shit, Tav, you know how to make a guy wonder all what the hell. [Whatever that means.]

Sollux acting all motherfucking weird about the whole universes thing was all kinda crazy as shit enough. Kinda funny joke all swimming around this fuckin' Garden ocean.

Man, so... we gotta hit up a fucking pie and be getting back to our sick beats again.

[... uh. He totally thinks this isn't a thing.]

[Stare.]

[Sigh.]

Yeah, sure, whatever you want, malchick...

[Just a single one.]

[Whatever, hope is for the weak, he'll just move on.]

Fuck yeah, that's what I'm motherfuckin' talking about. Getting our strict beats back in motherfucking session.

[Oh he's just. Slinging his arm over Tav's shoulder right now.]

Pop open some fizzle and make shit sizzle like the sickest goddamn fires. Shiiiiiit...

[... and he's kind of just staring at something from afar. What is it? Probably just a wall. Just zoning out, all fucking excited. That's how it should be, bro. Just how it should be.]

[He cringes into himself a bit as Gamzee's arm slinks around him but he just sighs, letting it happen, his face showing a rather indifferent expression as he stays calm, silent, just sitting there thinking. Gamzee.]

[He's ...always high, right? So talking to him about something won't matter right? He'll probably not even fucking understand anyways.]

You still got yer same goat dad?

[Gamzee's humongous grin happens to soften just a tad at the mention of ol' seagoatdad. That was actually a sliiiightly sensitive subject, but it probably didn't show through his stoner-esque attitude. He did miss his lusus often, however. He never really did show up much.

He nodded. Thankfully, he's just behind the time point of his lusus getting speared, so he isn't in the process of mourning him for that.]

Yeah, yeah. Motherfucker sure doesn't like to show up much, but that's all good. [He stares absentmindedly at one of Tavros's horns. For some reason.]

As long as he's all motherfucking happy, I'm chill with it.

[He paused.

Suddenly, he reached a hand out to squeeeeeze Tav's horn. Sup horn. Squeeze time.]

And how about that Tinkerbro of yours?

NNnnnghH G-G-GAMZ STOP.

[HAAAA oh lord, don't touch his bleedin' horns. Tavros scoots awya as fast as he possible can, a hand going to grab his horn where Gamzee touched and then winces it away again quickly, ahh ahh, don't don't, no, holy hell. Note to self, obviously his other self doesn't have problems with this..]

G-G-G....[Deep breath.] G-Gamzee don't t-touch my horn, sh-shit...

[Oh.

OH WOAH those horns looked all... bad and shit. Craaaap, Gamzee didn't even notice that. Oops.

His cheery face suddenly flipped into a dopey look of concern.]

Aw, damn, motherfucker. Your horns look like shit.

[He looked up and down the pair, wondering what in the world was even UP with that.] You all up and got hurt how, brother?

Oh no, m-my horns are j-just ....[DEEP BREATH.] My horns are fine, bro, just as fine as me gams and dogs. [Ah hah, yes, his horns are perfect. Good on Gamzee to not know a pained sound from a pleasured one, makes this less awkward.]

No bro, I'm fine, aight? Drop it.

Well, if you're all sure about it, then I'm cool with that. Just can't leave a best pal all banged up and feeling like all layers of crap upon motherfucking crap.

[Yeah, that's one way to say it.]

But if that's what you want, then I'll motherfucking do that.

[Although it is kind of hard to resist the temptation to grab them again. Instead, he grabs one of his own and strokes it because... well, that'll help with that!]

[Just gonna watch Gamzee do that for a second...]

[....]

[Need to not.]

[Watch that...]

[He awkward glances away and grabs the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Ugh, this is really weird, okay, get your cool back homeslice, simmer down, aight?]

Yeah, right. Well as said, I'm good. Also. About Tinkerwhatever, I said I ain't that Tav, my lusus is... [...]

Not that.

Wait, bro.

Taaaavbro. I mean... shit.

[He is just kind of casually tilting his head to the side. It might not seem like much, but he's actually kind of surprised.]

That all motherfucking you being... not you and all that shit. You weren't just slipping jokes on a motherfucker?

[This wasn't HIS Tavbro?

What. I mean, now that he thinks about it at long last, he does seem a bit different.]

No, Z, I wasn't.

Aw. Shit.

[Well, that's kind of a let-down. Apart from Karkat, his BEST MOTHERFUCKING FRIEND EVER, Tavros is also one of his closest buddies. So that was kind of... bluh.

Regardless, maybe that meant his Tavros could still come one day, and then he'd have TWO Tavroses.

Holy fuck. That would be so legit.]

... Then man, you know what? You're my new Tavbro. My second Tavbro. Tavbro number motherfucking... two and shit.

[That lopsided grin was rising again.]

And we can still get our strict-ass slurries all out on the fucking floor. You dig, motherfucker?

..Ya sure bro, I can dig it.

[He really hoped his other self never came here. Ever. It would just be horrible and disgraceful and dear god if he... if he could manage it he'd kill him off right quick. He can't have a walking disgrace here for everyone to see.]

Motherfucking sweet. Thanks, Tavbro the second.

[HONK.

And a sling of the arm over his shoulder again to end this thread on a really lame bromance note or some shit.]

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