with a jolt he awoke. it was a soul permeating dark. so dark that even with his eyes open there was no difference. so dark that it seeped into his soul with icy fingers. but his soul wasn’t at his wrists. his soul wasn’t his exposed skin in the chilled room. every attempt he made at moving was met with restraint and resistance. he tried harder to move but nothing worked. he even heard a gentle jingle. he blinked a few times and started to regain all sensation. something rough and positively icy was pressing against his back hard. his arms, from what he could judge, were chained and far apart along with his feet.
he shivered and struggled fiercely but it didn’t work. it was at that point that he heard the giggling and saw a faint glow. as the glow grew larger, so did the paralyzing fear gripping his body. the giggling was unnerving and he honestly didn’t want to see what was coming. he closed his eyes and tried to think of his hive, eating pies and talking to his friends. he thought about karkat and how he’d be shooshpapping him into calm, placated silence. but as he thought about eating sopor slime and his moirail, he felt another emotion ignite. he was sobering.
the glow and the giggling was now a corner away. and he was trying to get out of the chains. he could almost see now, and in the dim glow, he determined that he was in some kind of basement with a concrete floor and walls. he looked down and saw that he was stripped to his underwear with the rest of his clothes abandoned in a pile in the corner. but now the glow was here. the giggling turned into full laughter and the holder of the glow appeared.
at first he had no idea what to think of her. was she human? no, humans didn’t have wildy curly pink hair and such bright blue eyes. was she troll? no. she had no horns. he was baffled. she smiled at him so broadly that it was contorting her entire face. ”Hi Gamzee! I’m Pinkie Pie! I’ve heard a lot about you! And we’re going to have a /great/ time making cupcakes!” She put the candle down and untied a utility belt that was around her waist, putting it down on a table nearby. there were very sharp knives and tools that looked like they were used for scooping things. what she intended to scoop was beyond him. but one thing was clear. under that happy demeanor and those huge smiles was something darker than he would want to think about. he struggled hard for a few seconds, but stopped when Pinkie Pie came near got on tip toe so that she could put her hands on his shoulders.
“It’s okay Gamzee! We’re going to have a lot of fun!” she planted a little kiss on the tip of his nose. the lip gloss she wore rubbed off on it and he felt it there.
while her back was turned, she continued to speak to him. ”You know, it’s a real shame that your friends died before I could make cupcakes with them. We could have had a party and everything!” While she spoke, he heard the sound of steel grating against steel.
And if he wasn’t mistaken, her hair was deflating. Literally deflating. When she turned around, it was totally flat against her head and she was holding a knife. She went over to him, and clearly expected him to struggle, but by now he was entirely sober. With a jerky movement, he yanked his left hand out of the shackle and with another, much smoother and faster momveent, grabbed her throat. She dropped the knife and it made a tremendous sound on the smooth concrete floor. He kicked hard and the chain binding his right foot broke. With more effort he managed to break the other chains holding him back.
He dug his nails into her soft, pale flesh, beads of red oozing out. She made a dry gurgle and tried to free herself by clawing at his arms, but his grip was too strong. He was too strong. Nothing was going to help her now. She looked at him with a kind of fear that reminded him so much of when Nepeta was trying to get away from him. Or the look Equius gave him just before dying. Those thoughts, mixed with many others, brought a smile to his face. By now, his makeup was smeared with the tip of his nose still sticky. He grabbed one of the knives on the table and cut open the top of her dress with one hand with the other still firmly on her neck. He cut into the top of her chest just under her neck were the flesh was soft and supple and started to carve into it with deft cuts. She struggled underneath him but soon she slowed down. By the time he was done, she was nearly dead. He cut her throat open and watched her bleed out onto the floor before leaving.
He had carved the following into her chest:
SmOkE WeEd aLl dAy eRrY DaY 420 420 #tRiGgEr wArNiNg: GoRe gAmZeE WaS HeRe rAiNbOw dAsH Is a lOsEr