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This is maddening
He couldn't fucking think
Thoughts were racing to and fro in a liquid slush, and he couldn't slow them down
He had to fight himself To not sink his claws into his scalp, to pull and dig
His thoughts wouldn't slow down
But there was no freezing them, a bubbling anger already quelling any thoughts to do so
His hands slowly loosen their grip on his hair, dropping to his sides and resting on the cold floor
He licks his lips, hungry
He was so hungry for something he couldn't describe
It was a craving on his tongue, dissolving and oozing into his mind
Flooding his body with a irresistible elixir that beckoned him into it's depths
J̷͝us͝t͝ ̛t͡a̧͡k͝e ͡͏a̵̢ ͠͠s͏i̧̕p͢
He wanted this craving to go away
Some part of him, didn't want whatever this craving was
That part of him, knew that this wasn't right
But with every quickening heartbeat, the craving grated and gnawed at the edges of his mind
His blood was rushing in his ears, blocking out any possible sounds that could take his thoughts away from the swirling mess of thoughts inside his head
Slowly, he didn't see the point in fighting that craving anymore
A smile slowly beginning to carve itself onto his lips
He stands from his seat against the wall
Gamzee, h̸͜u͏n̵t̨ ͘t͢he̵͢͠m͜
He walks down the hall, a new purpose in his steps
A laugh escapes him, bellowing out and shaking his body with the force of it
He tosses his head back, and that laugh continuous
He doesn't know why he's laughing, but It doesn't stop
That craving is pulsing, controlling Sinking a inky black grip on his drug muddled brain Its what drives his steps forward
After all, he has to hunt now He looks onward once more, letting out a dark rumble of a laugh
Honk honk, motherfucker