Those Who Own Time Owes Time [HS] chapter twoWicked-Gamzee-So much boredom… so much bothers… I watch the doors open as Equius dragged in the small olive blood. “She stole sugar, the little rat.” he shoved her to the ground in front of me.She stayed on her knee put pleaded in a filmier tone. “It wasn’t for me. It was for my new moirail, Karkat. It’s his wriggler day.”“Equius go all up and fetch this motherfucking Karkat.” I grin with this new entertainment.“Yes sir.” he turned and left.“W-wait! Equsis! Don’t! Please! Equsis!” the olive blood whine like a weak mew beats.“Now little motherfucker. Do you want you or you’re moirail to all up and died?”“N-no. Please.” she pleads. But the worst part is right now I’m too entertained to cull them. I’ll probably mess with them tell they beg for death or something like that. “What do you mother fucking have for me than?
Those Who Own Time Owes Time [HS] chapter oneFirst Day in The Slave Trade Game-Katkat-The blue blooded guard pulled on my leash coldly. I know he’ll do as the high bloods ask, but you can’t tell if he wants to. Either way I hate him.I just growled as he pushed me into a cage. I look around and there was a small girl. She had cooper blood; the only reason I know was the deep cooper tears dripping down her cheeks.“Mister? Are you going to hurt me?” she whimpered. I looked down at myself; I know I don’t look scary. Stomach sunken in, red eyes, sharp claws and fang, real short, small horns, wearing nothing but raged brown shorts, tanned leather collar, and rough ropes tightly tied around my wrist.“No.” I say dully looking over the small girl. Her black hair curled past her waist mated down in mud and dirt, her horns curled in spirals, burses over her body, claws broken, fangs hung over her thin crack lips, her brown dress hung loosely on her scrawny body, her cheeks
Control Your Voices Gamzee [HS]It’s all about controlJust hold on a little longerIf not for yourselfDo it for your moirailYou do nothing for himSo just hold on tell he get back to our hiveJust a little longerYou’re better then themRemember everythingYour moirail has told youYou are betterYou will not killNot againNeverAnd defiantly not himYou hear meYou cannot hurt your moirailHe’ll never hurt youBut you couldJust snapAnd you’ll lose you little moirailYou’ll be all alone
Begging Just OnceHave you ever wanted somethingSo much it hurtBut having it hurt worseSince you know you'll never have itAnd it really annoyWhen you have no ideaWhat made you want it to began with But it still have you on your kneeBegging and pleadingJust once Could I get what I want?