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"Gamzee open the fucking door! Please!" You pound against the wooden frame, head resting against the closed opening. Kanaya is standing behind you, a worried look pinching her delicate features as you plead for your moirail to let you in. He's not listening and worry and anxiety is starting to eat at your core.

"Karkat," you drag your forehead across the door to look at her, misery twisting your features into a prominent frown "maybe you should let him be for now. He is obviously unwilling to answer your requests. I propose we let him settle down a bit. Perhaps I should call the others now?"

"What fuckin' good will that do?" You mutter, despair grinding your patience away.
"Maybe he would listen to them; especially Tavros."

A small glimmer of hope burns in your chest at that thought. He hasn't talked to Tavros since before the game, you know that Tav messaged him on several accounts but Gamzee never answered. He was too afraid to.

You give her a small nod and she promptly turns around and heads back down the stairs, leaving you alone in the hallway with your thoughts.

"Hey Gamz…" your voice is just above a whisper, "do you remember that time when we were wrigglers? When I came over and we played on the beach? And how I fell and got sand in my fuckin eyes and you made me wash them out in the ocean… "You pause and chuckle, " damn that hurt. And you were so upset you started honking and crying. I was crying too." You pause, flashes of your past together making tears prick the corners of your eyes. " And do you remember that one time when you thought it would be a good idea to ride your one wheeled device down the stairs? You almost broke your damn neck; you were so high." You hear a muffled honk through the door; it encourages you to keep talking.

You talk to him about all sorts of old memories, from the time you were both children to the times on the Medium. You hear Kanaya quietly walk up the stairs after a bit and you look over at her. She gives you a nod and you just keep on talking. You talk about how sorry you are that you failed him as a moirail, how you should have done better to keep him happy and how if you could go back and do it over again you would and you'd do it right. You can hear him shuffling on the other side but you keep on talking; head pressed against the door.

"Do you remember on the Medium when you were hiding?" He shuffles against the door this time and you can hear him leaning his head against it as well. "I promised that nothing and no one would ever get you… I still mean that Gamzee. " You shift and whisper. "No one will EVER harm you Gamz… but you have to believe me; Kanaya's not here to hurt you, she's here to help." You hear him whisper something through the door and then a soft click as he turns the lock.

You glance up at Kanaya, hope shining in your eyes and she just gives you the simplest of nods before she turns away and heads back down the stairs. You reach for the knob, using it to pull yourself to your tired feet. Your legs have gone numb and pin pricks of feeling run up and down your shaky limbs.

"Gamzee… I'm coming in, alright?" You don't wait for an answer because you don't expect one. The door creeks as you push it open and darkness greets you.

"Why?" A muffled and pain filled voice calls out to you from across the room.

"I had to Gamz, I needed help- you needed help, and she was there."

"I don't need no motherfuckin' help from her!" His voice is like claws against your skin and your beatpump aches at the sound. You're trying to make your way across the room towards the sound of his voice when you step on one of those damned horns, it honks loudly and he honks with it, his voice loud and breaking and you know he's going off the edge again.

"Gamzee!" You yelp and fall, scrambling towards his hiding place in the darkened clothing receptacle. He's rocking back and forth like a wriggler with a skinned knee and it takes you a few tries to wrap your arms around him. He tries to shake you off but you refuse to be thrown. You're rocking with him, muttering soothing words into his hear tunnels and gently paping his face.

Eventually he calms down a bit, still a honk here and there but overall he's quiet, letting you pap his cheek and pet his hair and murmur soft words to him. He shifts and surprise briefly marks your face as he wraps his arms around your torso and squeezes, a quiet apology right behind it.

"It's OK Gamzee… it's OK."

"I'll motherfuckin trust you," he whispers, his voice hoarse and shaking ",I'll trust you."

"Then let's go downstairs, were going to have company soon."

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"Gamzee open the fucking door! Please!" You pound against the wooden frame, head resting against the closed opening. Kanaya is standing behind you, a worried look pinching her delicate features as you plead for your moirail to let you in. He's not listening and worry and anxiety is starting to eat at your core.

"Karkat," you drag your forehead across the door to look at her, misery twisting your features into a prominent frown "maybe you should let him be for now. He is obviously unwilling to answer your requests. I propose we let him settle down a bit. Perhaps I should call the others now?"

"What fuckin' good will that do?" You mutter, despair grinding your patience away.
"Maybe he would listen to them; especially Tavros."

A small glimmer of hope burns in your chest at that thought. He hasn't talked to Tavros since before the game, you know that Tav messaged him on several accounts but Gamzee never answered. He was too afraid to.

You give her a small nod and she promptly turns around and heads back down the stairs, leaving you alone in the hallway with your thoughts.

"Hey Gamz…" your voice is just above a whisper, "do you remember that time when we were wrigglers? When I came over and we played on the beach? And how I fell and got sand in my fuckin eyes and you made me wash them out in the ocean… "You pause and chuckle, " damn that hurt. And you were so upset you started honking and crying. I was crying too." You pause, flashes of your past together making tears prick the corners of your eyes. " And do you remember that one time when you thought it would be a good idea to ride your one wheeled device down the stairs? You almost broke your damn neck; you were so high." You hear a muffled honk through the door; it encourages you to keep talking.

You talk to him about all sorts of old memories, from the time you were both children to the times on the Medium. You hear Kanaya quietly walk up the stairs after a bit and you look over at her. She gives you a nod and you just keep on talking. You talk about how sorry you are that you failed him as a moirail, how you should have done better to keep him happy and how if you could go back and do it over again you would and you'd do it right. You can hear him shuffling on the other side but you keep on talking; head pressed against the door.

"Do you remember on the Medium when you were hiding?" He shuffles against the door this time and you can hear him leaning his head against it as well. "I promised that nothing and no one would ever get you… I still mean that Gamzee. " You shift and whisper. "No one will EVER harm you Gamz… but you have to believe me; Kanaya's not here to hurt you, she's here to help." You hear him whisper something through the door and then a soft click as he turns the lock.

You glance up at Kanaya, hope shining in your eyes and she just gives you the simplest of nods before she turns away and heads back down the stairs. You reach for the knob, using it to pull yourself to your tired feet. Your legs have gone numb and pin pricks of feeling run up and down your shaky limbs.

"Gamzee… I'm coming in, alright?" You don't wait for an answer because you don't expect one. The door creeks as you push it open and darkness greets you.

"Why?" A muffled and pain filled voice calls out to you from across the room.

"I had to Gamz, I needed help- you needed help, and she was there."

"I don't need no motherfuckin' help from her!" His voice is like claws against your skin and your beatpump aches at the sound. You're trying to make your way across the room towards the sound of his voice when you step on one of those damned horns, it honks loudly and he honks with it, his voice loud and breaking and you know he's going off the edge again.

"Gamzee!" You yelp and fall, scrambling towards his hiding place in the darkened clothing receptacle. He's rocking back and forth like a wriggler with a skinned knee and it takes you a few tries to wrap your arms around him. He tries to shake you off but you refuse to be thrown. You're rocking with him, muttering soothing words into his hear tunnels and gently paping his face.

Eventually he calms down a bit, still a honk here and there but overall he's quiet, letting you pap his cheek and pet his hair and murmur soft words to him. He shifts and surprise briefly marks your face as he wraps his arms around your torso and squeezes, a quiet apology right behind it.

"It's OK Gamzee… it's OK."

"I'll motherfuckin trust you," he whispers, his voice hoarse and shaking ",I'll trust you."

"Then let's go downstairs, were going to have company soon."