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Their voices are guarded Shields over their souls As the scramble about the building marked with decaying shells They whisper; "She never even said goodbye."

Their voices are guarded Shields over their souls As the scramble about the building marked with decaying shells They whisper; "She never even said goodbye."

Chapter 1: Members of the Afternoon Detention Crew. ===== > Be The Stoner Troll Your name is Gamzee Makara and currently you are making a tape mustache. This isn’t the best idea you’ve had but due to your boredom you don’t really care. Which is not to say you’d care otherwise, as you don’t actually really care about how silly or stupid you may appear to anyone else when you aren’t bored but-  Ah, you forgot where you were going with that thought and a certain laugh interrupted your thought process. Your best bro, Tavros, couldn’t hold in his laughter at the task you both had taken up and you g

Chapter 1 'Sollux....' The male troll hissed slightly in his sleep, his face twisted up in displeasure as his name was spoken softly, echoing from deep within the tissue of his brain. 'Sollux...' A growl produced from his mouth as his lips curled over his sharp teeth, his eyes shutting together tightly as he pushed the pillow around his head to cover his ears. He didn't want to hear the voices right now- er, voice, whatever the fuck it was, he still didn't want to hear it right now. 'Sollux.' He growled again, his features tightening all over his body as he rebelled against listening to the voice. He had spent sweeps of his time h

Tribulation, Through my eyes; The travail thoughts I go through Daily Attenuate my moral adviser Leaving me with a feeling of complete numbness Towards you and your Resentments I am sure it isn't morally acceptable Yet I question The depth of this apathy Apparently it is very much possible To not care.