Karkat by no means was going to be alone very long in his wandering. The juggalo wasn't exactly near him, not yet. No, he was busy at the moment, dealing with someone else. Taking care of them much like he had John, had Dave. Just another off the list of choice brothers to show to the carnival. For him? He was more vicious, having hunted him down and savagely beat him. His fists, stray rocks, whatever he could find. It didn't matter. So long as he took care of his matesprit. Gave him the right kind of taking care of that was fit for the once highblood. Though, such work of art couldn't go unappreciated, no see, Gamzee needed to show someone who could truly appreciate his work.

Someone a little bit closer to the juggalo. His main target, his main man. Dear, sweet, motherfuckin' Karkat. He placidly looks down at the unconscious body as he grabs his pokegear. Fumbling with it(Most certainly calling Karkat) before turning the camera on and having it pan down to Eridan's limp form.



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