animus_network | 005 ♑ [fifth honk]

A BrOtHeR AiN'T TrYiN To gEt hIs hArSh aLl oN OvEr nOtHiNg sMaLl oR NoThIn
ExCePt tHiS MoThErFuCkIn nOiSe iS Up aNd gOiN FrOm sMaLl sPuDs tO FuCkInG SHIT.
IN LESS MOTHERFUCKING TIME THAN IT TAKES THE FUCKIN OPTIMISTIFFS IN THIS JOINT.
to all let fly from their.
MOTHERFUCKING TRAPS.
about how all it's gonna be gettin.
SO MUCH MOTHERFUCKING.
bEtTeR
BuT It dOn't gEt bEtTeR, mY BrOtHeRs aNd bItChEs
It aIn't nEvEr gOnNa gEt nO BeTtEr
No mAtTeR HoW MuCh sPaRkLy fLuFfY NoIsE AnY OnE MoThErFuCkEr's gOnNa wAnNa pUkE AlL OvEr tHe
MOTHERFUCKING.
truth.

ThEy tAkE A BrOtHeR AnD CuT HiM ThE FuCk oPeN
ShOvE ShIt iN HiM WhAt's nOt nEvEr sUpPoSeD To aLl bEiNg iNsIdE
CrEeP AnD CrAwL AlL Up iN HiS FrIeD OuT PaN LiKe iT AiN'T BeEn bLoWn tO BiTs aLrEaDy
MaKe hIm gEt aLl uP In tHe hArShEsT BuSiNeSs wItH HiS ReSpItEbLoCkBrOs
SpEnD HiS SlEePtImE In tHe hAlLs wHeRe hE CaN'T GeT No mOtHeRfUcKiNg sHuTeYe
RiP ThEm gOoD BrOs hE Be aLl sPlItTiN ThIs mOtHeRfUcKiN ShItHoLe wItH FrOm hIm
MaKe tHeM GoNe fOrEvEr
without saying MOTHERFUCKING GOOD bye.
GiVe iN HiM SoMe WICKED MOTHERFUCKING URGES.
that he all ain't never been to feeling before.
MAKE HIM QUESTION his.
mother.
FUCKING SELF.

WhO ArE YoU, mOtHeRfUcKeR?

HaHa
HAHA.
haha.
HONK.
honk.
HONK.
honk.

WHO THE MOTHER FUCK AM I?

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[This motherfucker.]

[Where the fuck does he get off, sticking his fucking nook up in everything? How dare he tell him that... how dare he... tell him...]

[Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God. No, not now. Why did he have to start the video feed up? His hands were shaking and he wasn't quite sure if it was from nerves or from anger or from anxiety or what the fuck was happening. All he really knew for sure was that his gut was twisting up uncomfortably and he had the sudden urge to either curl up on the floor, or stick his fist straight through the terminal screen. Equius would now have a nice view of Gamzee trying to suck the remaining gobs of sopor from his fingers. Once those were all gone, he tried swiping up the drops that had fallen or gotten smeared on the keys.]

Isolation.

[Shut up stop eat the slime.]

The motherfuck you know about isolation, motherfucker.

[He watches Gamzee clean up after his slimey escapades with a more-or-less straight face, only gulping when he hears that voice directly. There are so many things wrong with that voice. The voice wavers a bit, but like his expression, stays mostly stable.]

...I know a lot about isolation.

[Yeah, the slime did nothing. It left the familiar, base-bitter tang on his tongue and gums, but its usual calming effect was nowhere to be found. Had he finally out-sopored himself to the point of not even fucking reacting to the shit anymore? ...That was highly unlikely, but he still didn't have a fucking explanation for why he couldn't even drug himself out of this fucking fit like he usually did.]

Never ever did no fuckin' isolation be crackin' me this hard in the motherfucking nug.

[His voice was quiet and hard. Angry? Sneering? Condescending? Or just plain nuts?]

Because... because never has it been this bad. On Alternia, you had an entire planet. In Sburb [because he more likely than not played Sburb] you at least had your hive, and friends. Here, though... nothing.

[It was a hard fight to keep talking against that tone. He'd heard it far too many times in his life -- but never, never from Gamzee Makara. The throat was the same, though the blood around it was different. But high or low, it seemed that both ends seemed to be having trouble carrying on this conversation.]

[Okay, he was over it. Yeah. He was over it, now. That brief little swipe over an exposed nerve was out of left field, but he'd found the anger he'd misplaced a few minutes ago. If the sopor didn't want to help him out anymore, then the rage would have to be its substitute.]

Stop. Motherfucking.

TELLING IN ME WHAT I'M ALL MOTHERFUCKING FEELING!!!

You don't know shit!
YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!
YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!!!

[Well, this was less intimidating and more plain psychotic, but once he started, he really just couldn't stop.]

I AIN'T BEING NO SACK OF FUCKING BONES FOR ANY CHUMP-ASS MOTHERFUCKER TO GET THEIR DISSECTION ON AT! GET YOUR MOTHERFUCKING PSYCHOSCALPELS OUT OF MY CHOPPED-UP THINKPAN! I AIN'T GOT ROOM IN THERE FOR NO MORE OF THOSE!!!ajkskjdfoiJR98UWJIRE09RT9034OJIJOGEIEMGUWWU09087

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[Yeah he might have lost it and started taking it out on the keyboard, since Equius' face wasn't available.]

[Oh fuck.]

[Oh god. Oh fuck. Ohgnrfv god. Why. Why did he thgfsvink this was a good idea. Why did he think this was a fdkfhelbcde;hfcrluhf idea. Oh god. Oh god. Ohgoshitfuckd.]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was trying to-- fuck, Gamzee! I'm sorry!

[Aaaaand after about five more repetitions of the same two words, throwing in one or two more unintentionally-slipped curses for flavor, he just kind of... falls silent, and sinks back into the chair. Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh man. Gamzee could totally see where he was from behind. Gamzee is coming. Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh man.]

time to finish what has all fuckin been a LONG MOTHERFUCKING TIME COMING.

[He could totally see where he was. Good deduction, Equius. And you'll see from the sudden lack of Gamzee at his chair over the video that he is definitely not where he was a moment ago.]

[So guess who didn't see that last message? The answer is Equius, because he's shutting down that terminal as fast as he can and running.]

[Unfortunately for Gamzee, he may be about as forceful as a bag of leaves, but Equius is very good at running.]

[Fortunately for Equius, Gamzee is not really concerned with taking his anger out on him specifically. It would have been nice, but as soon as he realizes the pissblood has booked it elsewhere, he settles for attempting to rip the terminal he was sitting at out of the wall.]

[Unfortunately, the damn things are nigh indestructible, and he spends most of his time trashing it as best he can, then taking his anger out on whatever is destructible around it.]

[After a good half-hour, the also-indestructible wall is dented as much as it can be, the chairs at the terminals are busted up, and whatever any poor sod had laying around the area has also been destroyed. Purple bloodstains are left on almost every surface as a result of his vain attempts to vandalize the Tower property.]

[Huff. Well, that felt good.]

[As this happens, another computer starts up on its own (horror tower for the win) and films Gamzee's whole escapade. It then attaches this video file to the conversation for ease of use, because Equius neglected to finish his video recording. R u d e.]

[Meanwhile, Equius is hiding in the kitchen (his dorm is too obvious), and he is not coming out.]

005 ♑ [fifth honk]

[Video.]

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