"Why would I ever do that?" Gamzee shouted, as frustrated as Tavrod was scared. They were arguing over a bucket filled with thier 'genetic material,' found behind Gamzee's hive.
"I don't know! It's behind your hive!!!" Tavros shouted, hurting his fragile, feminine-strength voice.
Gamzee was stomping away, towords his clubs. "Gamzee, what are you-"
"AAAAHHH!!!" Gamzee screamed, weapons in hand, racing towords Tavros. With a swing of his arms, his bro was on the ground just like the night before, after he hit the floor, face first. Gamzee realized what he had done too late. "Tav?" Gamzee squeaked quietly, sounding somewhat like Nepeta in character an in voice. Tavros's wounds had reopened, gushing the same color as in the nearby bucket.
Not knowing what to do, and Tavros being out cold, Gamzee locked lips with his unconcious bro. "I wanted more than just a bro." He finally said. "I wanted a matesprite. And not just any matesprite, a rust-blooded, bro-rapping, paralysed from the waste down, motherfucking awesome matesprite."
Gamzee forced himself away. Tav didn't move. The subjuggulo put his palm over his bro's heart.
He felt nothing.
Gamzee let loose and cried. "Tav, I'm so sorry! I-" He was choking up, "I motherfuckin love you, my bro." The combination of tears and blood formed a sloppy heart shape on the ground, yet it was hardly noticable.
"Wwhat?" A farmiliar voice sounded from the window, "Wris, you said this wwould be funny!"
Gamzee looked up, taken from his sorrow. "Who's there?" He grabbed his clubs, splattered with muddy colors, and the occational indigo tear. "I'm warning you motherfuckers, COME OUT NOW."
Eridan's and Vriska's heads popped into view of the window. "Umm... We can explin." Vriska meekly wispered. "Eridan, explain."
"Wwhy me?" The water dweller questioned, not wanting to confront the angry clown. "I shouldn't hawe t-"
"TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED NOW!!!" Gamzee half demanded, half pleading. "Just tell me."
"Um, okay... Wwell wwe wwere pulling a prank on you." he began, "Wwe got colored substances, the humans gave them to us. The purple is jelly, the brown it peanut butter. Wwe wwere hpoping wwe'd get a chance to say, 'surprise!' but it got... Carried awway."
"Did it now?" Tav's voice sounded behind them, "Well, thanks for that!"
"TAVBRO!!!" Gamzee called, amazed that the frail troll had survived the heavy blow to the head. He was still bleeding, not as heavily though. Not only was his entire body pale, but his upper body was shivering. "Tav, I thought you were dead!" He turned to the pair who had caused this all. "But, I know two trolls who WILL be dead." He stood up, only for Tav to grab his hand. "No, Gamzee. Let them go. They didn't mean for this to happen." he now spoke to Eridan and Vriska. "Go. NOW."
"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Tav shouted, falling back down. They ran.
"So Tavbro..." Gamzee began, untill first Tav's index finger reached Gamzee's lips, then his own. The two sat and kissed for only a moment, but to them it was forever. They seperated. "I heard what you said, while I was unconcious. Well, half unconcious..." Tav trailed off. "Is that true? Everything you said? About us being... Matesprites?"
"Yes, bro." Gamzee whispered. "Yes."
And the two were instantly wrapped in eachothers arms. Lips locked, tounges brushing, two hearts in love.