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It had been three weeks since (Y/n) had been visiting GHB everyday and sometimes spent the night in his ‘prison’. He enjoyed talking to her, and sometimes gave her answerers to her questions. Sometimes he would go into and insane rage and lash out at her and the doctors quickly got her out and sedated him. When (Y/n) wasn’t with GHB, she was trying to find information on his family. Why didn’t they visit him, were they dead as well? For a couple of days, she stayed awake and didn’t visit GHB after him last outburst. She did find interesting information on him family, thought. “Gamzee Makara, age 18, was murdered by Terezi Pyrope, Terezi was hanged for murder. Kurloz Makara, age 21, is still alive, lives…. right next door to me?” The girl breathed out as she face-palmed 2x. ‘It makes since, he wears face-paint and was in a clown cult once. But… he’s a mess when Meulin, I think, broke up with him.’ (Y/n) thought as she got up from her computer and decided to ask Kurloz about GHB. She was good friends with the mute troll. She walked next door to her friend’s apartment and knocked thrice. The door opened slowly to show her friend, and damn was he a mess. His stitches were town out and he looked like he hadn’t eaten for days. “Kurloz, what the hell happened to you, poppet?” she said as she cups his face and looked into his purple orbs. He flinched and looked down, and she took her hands away and hugged him. He allowed her in and she instantly went to his kitchen and started to make some pizza she found in the freezer. All the while, Kurloz had walked up behind her and wrapped his lanky arms around her waist and rested his head on one of her shoulders. “Kurloz, you’re going to eat this whole pizza and you’re going to like it.” She mumbled as she felt him chuckled. “I’m all up and sorry, sis…” He rasped out, his voice raspy and dead. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it…. But do you know anything about Grand Highblood?” she asked as she felt him flinch and pull away from him. “How do you know about him?” He asked. “I’ve been visiting him for a while now, but I haven’t visited him for three days…” she said. “I knew you would find out about him…how is he?” “He’s seen better days, his face paints a mess but he’s good.” (Y/n) said as he smiled softly at her. “You’re different from the rest, you know.” He said. “I try my best. I won’t leave you guys if I get bored, trust me on this one.” She said with a smile. “What about your parents case, (Y/n)?” He asked as she looked about and said, “Feferi Pixies hasn’t been found yet….nor has Meenah Pixies.”
If we lose our sanity ...
We can but howl the lugubrious howl of idiots,
the howl of the utterly lost
howling their nowhereness.
D.H. LAWRENCE, "At Last"
