Gamzee Makara ♑ tC

[The gear's video turns on a bit shaky, a Bayleef and a Dusclops can be seen surrounded by what appear to be bicycle horns with their backs facing the camera. There's a laugh, and as the gear's propped up against something a Kirlia comes into view.

Only there's something different about this Kirlia, aside from the fact that he's grin looks just a tad too wide, his face is painted up in black and white much like a certain juggalo. It's not the exact same pattern though, of course not each one had to be different after all he knew this much, but he looks damn proud of his work. His psychic voice echos out as he turns to the other two.]

Chica! Skullbro! The fuck is taking you two so long? I've got it set up motherfuckers so come on! We're supposed to show off our shit!

[The Kirlia runs over to the other two as they turn around, and only Pokemon would be able to understand the responses coming from them. Bayleef looks as though he tried to get it down his neck and on his leaf, but hadn't had much success other than his face.]

We didn't tell your impatient ass to turn it on yet, so stop bitching and help us if you want it to go faster.

It's as good as you're going to get. We're done. Big bro won't be pleased if all of it's gone.

[The Bayleef makes an irritated noise of protest but his vines stop trying to rub in the facepaint because Skullbro's right. That wouldn't end well at all. All three of the pokemon arrange themselves rather proudly to show off their awesome shitty face paint jobs, the Kirlia at the front.]

Check us out bitches! Pretty motherfucking sweet, huh?

What are you motherfuckers getting all up to over here?

LALDER I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU YOU WEREN'T ALLOWED TO TOUCH THE GEAR!

[There's a scramble from the pokemon as a door opens and Gamzee walks in to see the mess they've made. The video just barely catches sight of Gamzee's legs and the approaching Reuniclus as Kirlia dove to turn it off and try to hide the evidence.]

[It's in the middle of the night when the video clicks on, the view showing the sky above before a purple tail flicks over the gear. It's completely silent as the Liepard peers down at the screen, behind her only a pair of glowing red eyes visible in the shadows, until-

CRACK

-the sound of wood violently breaking abruptly echos across the feed.

CRACK CRACK CRACK

Someone clearly must have a grudge against whatever poor tree is suffering abuse, the sounds coming in rapid succession and even a bit of bark flying across the view for a moment. The Liepard and whatever's floating behind her don't seem phased though, no more than glancing over towards the sound when it comes to a halt.]

What are you two motherfuckers doin' over there?

[The voice comes from the same direction as the previous cracking sounds, loud and quiet all at once with something forceful and dark behind it. But when it speaks up again it's a completely normal tone, if a bit of a lazy drawl.]

Shit, you been all getting up in my bag? Motherfucking told you I ain't got nothing. We're heading back soon Purrsis, ain't nothing to get your tail in a fluff over.

[It seems like his voice has a fluctuation problem, switching between normal and that creepy tone periodically.

HONK

And what sounds like a bicycle horn loud as hell right next to the gear before the owner finally plops himself down in view, picking up the gear as the Liepard makes herself comfortable across his legs and the red eyes appear to be a Duskull that comes better into view hovering around his shoulder.

The juggling clubs at his side combined with the black and white facepaint automatically might make one think of a clown, but the smile says it's not one you'd want to invite to any party.]

Might as motherfucking well get my chat on. Check what's all been up since you already got the wicked shit rolling for me. Hey there motherfuckers.

[honk

At least it wasn't as loud as the last one.]