Gamzee finished off the last couple bites of his sopor slime pie, and leaned back against his recuperacoon. It was a lazy night, as most of his nights were. There wasn't much to do around his hive really, and after eating a couple of pies and slamming back a few Faygos, there really wasn't a lot he even felt like doing. It wasn't so much that he was lazy - although there was no arguing against it; he really was pretty lazy - it was more of the fact that there were so many miracles out there to take in, and only so few he could really get to from his hive. And so, he just opted to stay at home and chill, or maybe talk to a friend or two online every once in an Alternian moon.
And tonight was probably going to be just like all those before it - lazy, simple, devoid of many (if any at all) miracles.
Gamzee rolled onto his stomach, then got up and walked over to his desk, where his hubtop sat. There were a few papers scattered around, so Gamzee took one and began doodling on it with a nearby pen. The doodle first started out as one of his lusus, a giant sea goat, swimming happily in the ocean. He kind of missed SeaGoatDad, but he was always out to sea, there wasn't much he could do about that. Gamzee started to doodle himself riding SeaGoatDad, but as he did so, he noticed that the figure ended up looking nothing like him. Well, 'nothing' was exaggerating it, but still. The troll had much longer hair, seemed to be more muscular, and had some rather interesting face paint.
After thinking about it a moment, Gamzee realized something - Vriska, in the few times he had talked to her on trollian, had always mentioned something about ancestors this and descendants that. Were those real? It would be some sort of motherfucking miracle if they were. Gamzee never got to spend much time with his lusus, so the thought of having an ancestor around to hang out and chill with was a pretty damn good idea.
Pretty excited by the thought of a potential ancestor, Gamzee began scrawling out a letter on the page with the doodle to the unknown highblood.
hEeEeY, mOtHeRfUcKeR! mY nAmE iS gAmZeE mAkArA! :o) yOu MiGhT nOt KnOw Me (AnD yOu MiGhT nOt EvEn FuCkInG eXiSt) BuT i ThOuGhT i'D gEt My WrItE oN aNd GeT a LeTtEr AlL uP iN yOuR hIvE! oR sOmEtHiNg, HoNk. YoU sHoUlD cOmE cHiLl WiTh Me SoMeTiMe! We CaN sLaM aS mAnY fAyGoS aS yOu WaNt, AnCeStBrO!!! hOnK!!
Gamzee grabbed one of the many Faygo bottles laying around - a grape one, resembling his blood color - and stuffed the letter inside. He dashed outside and stood by the ocean. He then reached into his pocket to get the last bit of special dust he had on him and threw it into the bottle with a resounding POOF. He then sealed the bottle up tight, and tossed it out to sea.
Content with his actions, Gamzee plopped down into the sand and stared out at the waves. He quickly fell into a nice nap, dreaming of what might happen next.
Gamzee's dreams were even more miraculous than his everyday life; they were just intense, and Gamzee was always completely lucid throughout their entirety. A flight through space? No problem. An adventure with SeaGoatDad, who returned home suddenly instead of going off into the ocean again? A common occurrance around here. Meeting up with his best motherfucking friends for a game of FLARP or Fiduspawn? Sure, why the hell not? Gamzee loved dreaming. He could do anything - even more than he could on Alternia when sopored up. It was no wonder he was constantly taking naps.
But for every few hundred miraculous dreams weaving and winding throughout his mind, there were always the few more somber ones to rival them. Tonight's dream consisted of just sitting upon the shore where he fell asleep, watching the sea drift along. It was calming, but also somewhat foreboding. Dreams like this made Gamzee feel a sort of emptiness; something he feared all the sopor slime and Faygo in Alternia couldn't even hope to fill. He didn't get like this often, but when it did, it worried him. He shook his head, and decided to head back into his hive for a pie, when suddenly, he heard a voice.
"hello grubling," it boomed, causing Gamzee to jump a foot or so into the air. What in Alternia was that!? And where did it come from? Gamzee looked around him, alarmed. He wondered if perhaps it was SeaGoatDad... but then again, he never sounded like that before.
"wHo ThE mOtHeRfUcK iS tHaT oUt ThErE?" he stammered, slightly nervous. He silently hoped this dream wasn't about to turn into one of the ones where all he did was cull other trolls - he hated those the most, and was never ready for another one.
All he wanted was a nice dream, maybe some adventuring with his (probably made-up) ancestor. Not another nightmare.