This is an AU fic, and it is mainly humanstuck, but Gamzee is a monster and Tavros isn't crippled. Yes, this is GamTav, and it is purely fluff. I, personally, do not think this pairing is capeable of smut, so I will not blaspheme the pairing. Don't like shounen-ai/yaoi? GETAHFUCKOUTRIGHTNAO! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Homestuck or the characters. And that's actually kinda a good thing for every other homestuck fan, albeit sad for me. The only thing I own is the plot of this little fanfic.

WARNING: This is sooo purely fluff! Don't like fluff? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? And watch out. You may fansquee, squeal, fangirl/boy, and get emotionally detached from the freaking boring real world out there. Remember, I am not resposible in any way, shape, or form for any injuries inflicted during reading this.

HAVE FUN READING, MY BABY OTAKUS! 3

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BTW: i think since this story is set in old London, it deserves a good British accent and should be read as such. Just saying. I mean, you don't have to, but I would appreciate it.

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Do everything as instructed and shut the hell up.

If you speak, you will get killed. If you misbehave you will get killed. No questions asked, no second chances.

This was the first thing Gamzee learned when he was stuffed into that grimey cage, the first thing that was crammed into his brain. And it was the only rules or boundaries that he had ever known. He was a beast designed for killing, and that was his sole purpose. The Dark Brotherhood had kept him for that reason, or he might have been killed years ago. And it all started the night that Gamzee Makara almost died.

He was walking along the road after a fight with his father, a rage boiling inside him like molten magma itself. His abusive father had disowned him after catching him snogging one of the servants and thrown him out onto the streets like an urchin. He had only been thirteen. He scoffed at the thought of it, his father reacting so harshly, abandoning a boy of just thirteen.

He had stormed out of the house, barely refraining from hitting his drunkard of a father as his father had done to him many a time. Wandering the streets, Gamzee Makara had no plan of where to stay or how he might live on his own. But really, out of his misfortune, that wouldn't be a problem.

As he wandered, he found himself growing closer and closer to the forests bordering the outskirts of his hometown, the rage within him boiling and festering all the while. Without realizing where he was heading, he found himself having a long, hard stare-down with the darkness looming just within the treeline.

He had heard warnings about that place. Evil, dark things were supposed to lurk and thrive within it. And Gamzee was no fool. He knew of these happenings, the dissappearances of people that had gone too deep into the forest. Gamzee very well knew the consequences of venturing any further. He understood that he would never return.

Gamzee paused, considering this a moment. The forest was a place full of hazardous adventures, rougeish villains, stalking beasts, and lurking shadows. The darkness that it withheld within itself was so much worse than what Gamzee could have imagined.

Letting his anger make the decision for him, he took a shaking, fearful breath before throwing himself headfirst into the danger.

And he was almost relieved at first, the darkness not seeming that bad once he had adjusted to it. He gazed up, the moonlight was spackled against his face like splattered paint as it filtered through the leaves hanging from the trees. His first true glimpse of freedom, the moon. It hung high in the nighttime sky, seeming to be a perfectly round egg perched in it's mother's nest. He allowed his fear to slip away as he grinned, listening to the music of the wind as it rattled and shook the tree's branches gently.

The forest didn't seem to be a place to be feared anymore, he decided. He ventured on, smiling at sleeping animals he may have passed and feeling the rough bark of summer oaks as he went by. The whole forest seemed to be lit with the flame of pure magic, an enticing electricity running through Gamzee as he neared the center of the forest. The strange energy seemed to hum in his ears, flowing just beneath his skin in warm, soft waves. It washed over him in a sort of comforting carress, calming and numbing his angered nerves. He was so relaxed when he stumbled upon a wide open clearing, a table of marble seeming so out of place as it balanced upon a stone slab placed in the middle of the clearing.

Curiosity filled him as he carefully picked his way over to the table. The whole forest was suddenly so deathly silent as he reached it, making his ears ring. He observed the detailed and intricate carvings engrained into the table. Squinting to try and concentrate his focus, he brushed his fingertips against the writings around the edge of the table, seeming to be words in some mysterious, ancient language.

''Gamzeeee Maaakaaraaaaaaa.'' a voice breathed, seeming to speak from just behind Gamzee. It struck fear deep within his heart, sending a cold tremor through his body as the whispered name sent barely audible echoes into the night. ''Weeee knoooww what you seeeek.'' was it's response, resounding softly in the air as a chilly breeze picked up. "Well, what would you think I sought after, then?" he asked in a barely trembling voice, not concealing his fear one bit.

''You want... reeveeeennngggee.'' it seemed to swim about the air, almost swirling with the wind. That line had caught Gamzee off guard, leaving him with wide eyes. ''You want reveenngeee against your faaaatheeer.'' it continued, swimming around like sea serpents in Gamzee's ears.

Gamzee concidered this, his anger from earlier returning a bit. What if he did get his revenge on his father? How could he possibly make his father feel all the pain Gamzee had been put through in all his years? What revenge could possibly be right?

Sensing his hesitation, the voice returned to haunt Gamzee's ears. ''Think of aaall those years, just traaaped. He held you baaack, Gaamzeeee. Hoow loonng haaas he beeen huuurting you, Gaamzeee? Why woould yoou have to suffeeerr? You caann maake him feeel the paaiiinn you felt, you can make him undeerrstaaand it.''

Gamzee felt the rage begin to bubble up from under his cold facade, letting it get the best of him once again. "What am I supposed to do, then?" he called out, turning to face whatever spector he had been conversing with. "Give us permission. We can maaake you coompleete, Gaamzeeee." it instructed, seeming more powerful, more loud than last time.

"I give you permission. Now let me have my revenge!" Gamzee shouted out, his patience growing thinner.

His words were barely there, just barely out of his mouth, when he had been attacked. There was no physical being or form that could hurt him, but every last inch of him burned as if he was on fire. It felt as though someone had driven a knife through his heart, the stabbing pains only parralleled by a knife being twisted in the wound. He could hear his own agonized screaming, pleas and begging for help and to make it stop burned and scratched his throat as they spewed from his lips. But nobody came to his assistance.

He could feel his bile rising in his throat as he fought to keep conciousness through the crippling pain all over his body. He tried to hold it back, but he had no choice other than to turn to the side and retch, the acidic fluids feeling like broken glass against his sore throat.

The pain was too much to bear, intense agony felt all over. Gamzee was fighting a losing battle and he knew that. In one last hope that someone might rescue him, he let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Only, the scream resounded as a beast's howl in the night as Gamzee's world went black.