Gamzee Makara2

You and Gamzee were friends; you always talked on Pesterchum. You'd never met in person. Gamzee seemed strange to you because he always said things like "honk," "motherfucker," and "miracles." You never understood why he said those things, but he was a chill guy and always made you laugh with his weird antics.

One night, you stayed up late talking to Gamzee. You got sleepy and fell asleep, waking up in Prospit. You were a little scared, since you'd never woken up there before. You explored the place a bit until you saw a tall, thin figure in the distance. It had messy hair, yellow horns with orange and red markings, and gray skin. When you got closer, this person turned around and saw you. It was Gamzee?!

Gamzee saw you and greeted you and even hugged you. You were obviously surprised since he never told you that he looked like that; his face had clown-like paint and sharp teeth that protruded from his mouth.

"Hey hey, honk... look at this, motherfucker.
You look absolutely incredible, like a freaking vision of Miracle. I never thought your soul would end up passing through Prospit.
But you know, those shits of fate are really funny.
iGuAl nO impOrTa, hOnK.
Seeing yourself in flesh and bone is very miraculous, motherfucker.”

Gamzee said while still hugging you tightly, almost suffocating you.