Literature
The Fool
Gamzee grinned, sitting on top of a large tube containing his lusus. No one would easily be able to reach him up here. People were out for his blood, the Subjugglator was well aware of that, and frankly he just wanted to try to sleep peacefully. Or, as peacefully as a troll could without slime. Gamzee sighed, keeping his grin on, and leaned backwards to lay on the glass while his feet dangled over the side.
No one wanted him until now. Why? Because he'd killed his friends. Their friends, people in their quadrants
he'd murdered them in cold blood on a whim. Before, he'd never done anything. People (Karkat, usually) had the nerve to t