nomoreslime:

imnottheirleader:

 

   ”Nepeta—!” You yelped in surprise upon her falling to the floor, quickly standing up. You weren’t sure what to do, it was a sudden motion— 

   That’s when she stood up. A smile would have appeared on your face if it hadn’t been for the fact that her eyes were a purple hue, the same thing she warned you about mere seconds ago. You weren’t sure what was happening, nor how to react to it. As she raised her first, you had a feeling you knew what was coming. 

    And, you were right. Down came your matesprits fist in an attempt to hit you directly, however you were lucky enough to hold up your arms in defense. “Nepeta! What’s going on!”

‘Tsk, tsk. Little Kitten, what sort of motherfucking matesprit have you picked up?' Gamzee whispers to himself in private, viewing the scene through his vessel’s eyes as the action folds out.

Open your mother fucking mouth, Little Kitten. Let us explain to this motherfucker. Repeat after me. “I am only Gamzee Makara’s.”

Boy, was the clown enjoying himself. Yet he tried not to focus upon the increase trembling in his hands, traveling up through his body. The connection was taking too much out of him too fast, especially because of the distance and duration. His chucklevoodoos were no where near powerful enough to handle too much stress due to his unstable nature.

You had no order to speak so you don’t answer him until Gamzee tells you you can. You open your lips and speak. 

“I am only Gamzee Makara’s." 

Your face had an emotionless expression on it as you speak you put your hands down still staring at him with those purple flashing eyes. You had very,very little control over your body the only reason why you did have some control over your body was because Gamzee’s chucklevoodoo was not as strong–but he still had control over you.