Reverse Carousels- Sober! Gamzee X Reader

Reverse Carousels- Sober! Gamzee X Reader



  Spinning backward. That's what I was doing as I slowly awoke, lights and organ music surrounding me in rushed cycles. My head hurt from even blinking, sick to my stomach from the motions. I was lying on one of the carriage seats, the once polished wood now giving me splinters in my palms. The slow rise and fall of the horses as they went about in their circle were throwing small golden shadows over my lap and shoulder, their poles and chains flaking rust, with their faces chipped and discolored. A few were missing legs, one was even headless, and they all looked worn and weathered.

  I was surprised this thing was still working, let alone playing that gog awful circus music. It sounded wrong and exaggerated, like someone held the keys down too long and the notes were all low tenors. I could feel it vibrating my seat, along with the grinding of gears, so it shocked me when it all just stopped instantly. The music died suddenly, the rotation ended, and the lights went out as I fell to my knees. I stopped myself from tumbling over, but couldn't save my head, the thunk of my skull hitting the wood quite loud in the silence.

"Owww!!" I clutched my head, hoping to not feel any of my blood on my skin. No, there was only a bruise, throbbing and hot under my fingers.

  It was right as I started to get up that I heard something to my right. I hadn't been able to get a look at what surrounded me as I was spun around, only the blurred colors of what looked like a carnival setting held any hint as to where I was. In the darkness, nothing but shadows were outlined, their actual shapes still confusing. I gripped the rail of carriage when I heard that sound again.

"Hello? Is someone there??"

  I was for sure that it sounded like.......

nk......

  What in the world is happening? Surley this is all just-

onk.........

  Yes, it had to be some nightmare. Just my imagination if anyth-

honk.

  I heard it, the quiet noise of a clown horn getting closer.

hOnK.

  I had to run, escape, live. But my feet where glued to the wooden boards, eyes searching frantically in the dark for him. The demon clown. Gamzee.


honk.

"g-gamzee?...."

It got quiet. Way. Too. Quite.



HONK!
  I felt him shove me off the ride, gasping when my arms collapsed under my weight. Before I could get up, he pressed one clawed hand into my shoulder blades, squeezing my lungs painfully in my chest. I was trying to see, the lights blindingly coming back on and thrusting us into another round of horrible music. Spots and blurs were clearing, but I was too scared, too terrified to look at what held me down.

"Hello sister. Come to play at the Dark Carnival?"

  I could only huff out a breath, trying to fight for air against his size. I knew that while he was skinny, the clown held immense strength, the damned messiahs he praised giving him the ability to outrank me in more then just the hemospectrum. He noticed I was gasping, and for why I don't know, but he relented some of his arm and left me sit up enough on my knees to breath. Yet that hand didn't move, claws pressuring into the skin beneath my shirt. "Gam, why am I here? How did this all happen?"

"I have no idea how you ended up here, but I promise we'll have a good time. I came to up and realized I was better then any mutant blood like yourself. Shame though, I really did enjoy your company."
 
  I ground my teeth to prevent from screaming for help. There would be no need for that. He would slice my neck open in a heartbeat.

"Gamzee this is crazy. You once told me that the blood colors meant noth-" He clenched his nails inward, pinching a part of my spine that made me cry out in pain.

"That was the old me, and you better forget about that dude. He ain't coming back."

  That hurt a lot more then expected. He used to be so kind and funny, always slamming a Faygo with me if time provided itself. Where had the sweet clown gone, instead of the troll watching me cower in fear.
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  Fighting tears, I just sat there, unmoving and not saying a word.​ I didn't want to set him off, I didn't want him to just snap. I guess my tactics were boring, because he grabbed my hair and started dragging me off to this tent nearby. I didn't try to struggle, I knew it would hurt a whole lot more. But man, was my scalp on fire. The burning stopped when he shoved me into the open flaps, laying there clutching my head once again.

"Let's have some fun shall we?" He gestured to an opening that provided this creepy white light. "Run through the Maze of Reflections and if you can get to the end, I'll let you go crawling back to your low-blood friends like the wriggler you are.
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"And....if I don't...."

  He grinned sadistically, his scratches bleeding slightly from the movement. ​"Give it a try. I want to see how far you can go before I kull you with my bear hands."
I shook, slowly getting up and stumbling into the beginning of the maze as my eyes never left his. He waved me sincerely off as he disappeared around the corner, and that is when I ran. The carnival music was muffled and each mirror was heavily polished with a good dose of rainbow blood, each individual color smeared across my reflection.

  I didn't want to die, I didn't want to hurt him, I just wanted it to end. Each corner was a copy of me, slowly racing faster and faster down as I started to hear honking getting closer behind me. But no matter how fast I ran, I kept getting slowed down by stupid sharp turns.

  At one point, I wiped out, my feet tripping. Having my head slam into a mirror, I was dazed, watching small glittery fragments of glass rained down over my face, but luckily I didn't get cut.

"_____~"

  Getting back up, I struggled on, fearfully looking over my shoulder almost every second to make sure I didn't see him behind me.

  This was making me frustrated, beyond all belief, up until I actually saw light flash in one mirror. It looked faint, but light none the less. Speeding up, I felt my legs screaming at me to go faster, head towards escape. And there, the opening to the world outside! I heard the monstrous honking behind me rising with the crash of glass, and I didn't look behind till I had the flap in hand, my feet perfectly-


Back at the entrance.
 
 

  I stared, dumbfoundly at the carousel I had been on earlier spinning backward with a fevered tempo. The roller coaster, the cotton candy stand, the bumper cars, and the flashing lights of the swirling ride, they were all the ones I saw before I was pushed into the tent.

"Well, well, well."

  I turned to Gamzee, the highblood standing there with a wonky grin on his face and a club hefted over his shoulder. Feeling deflated and tired, I didn't move or say anything. If he was going to kull me now, I wasn't going to fight back anymore.

"Wicked sister, I never had anyone move as fast as you did." He winked, a scratch dripping again from the twitch. "I say you really want to live, especially with you tricking me like that. Never did think you would just go back to the beginning."

"I-i...."

"You know, lets both go back to the beginning. And then I can let you live and you can be with me." At first, his hand was extended out, like a handshake. I had taken it, a lifeline to live. But in his ending words, he pulled me harshly to him, kissing me full on, with paint and blood dripping into my mouth.

  I tried not to act repulsed, or even react at all, but the tremor going down my neck caught his attention.

"Heh. ______, if I had know you wanted to pail, I would have just done that from the start."

Blushing madly, I tried to stutter out an actual response as he started pulling me back into the tent, where I would remain till the Mirthful Messiahs come to collect our souls.