HoNk hOnK, It's Party TIME

by Shadow96

Rating: everyone
Tags: Alternate Universe, Dark, Adventure, Crossover
Length: 1555

Pinkie Pie in cupcake mode meets sober Gamzee Makara.

((FIRSTLY, This fafic is SHIT. Now that I have warned you.))

Pinkie Pie has a mental breakdown. At the same time, but other universe, Gamzee has run out of sopor slime. The effects are pretty much predictable. But, whilst fighting with Applejack, Pinkie collapses the 4th Wall. The wall separating The two Universes full of trolls and ponies that have too much blood in their veins, than both Pinkie and Gamzee find acceptable.

HOMESTUCK CROSSOVER. GAMZEE/PINKIE PIE CROSSOVER. IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON, YOU HAVE TO HAVE HOMESTUCK READ AND MLP WATCHED.

Be aware that this is my first fanfic, so it's crappy. It's not an excuse, it's a statement.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-22 15:15:56 UTC

Chapter 1. Shit's Getting started.

This is probably the best day in your life. You and your friends are on a meteor, about to meet new people. You could show them miracles. Many motherfucking miracles. Soooo many motherfucking miracles they would shit motherfucking bricks. Which would be another kind of miracle. The whole world is a never ending miracle.

Awww. This was the Best night in your whole Life. And Gummy looked so happy. You are soooooo exited of  planning the Day-After-Birthday Party for him. That's what Pinkie is here to do.

Ok. That's motherfucking awful. You are feeling something getting into your mind. Looks like a though. Not a miracle. The though is: “hell motherfucking yes. THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS FINNALLY OUT OF SLIME! hahahaha. HONK.” Oh no, it is right. You have to get slime. You panic. And fall over. And black out. The last thing you hear is your own voice, just kinda different: filthy lowbloods will pay me for FEEDING ME THIS MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!

This day is SHIT. Your friends don't want to PARTY. You'll make your own friends. Isn't it RIGHT, Mr. Turnip. What she says. Madame LeFlour. You should make them PAY. They all agree. Then You can do nothing other THAN getting mu trustworthy, old chainsaw. GOOD, old Chainy. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ((Imagine this as a mad and loud laughter))

this is your motherfucking day. You have never felt better. MOTHERFUCKING NEVER. and now, this stupid motherfucker of a clown has made you a disguise. no one will ever think it was you.  BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ((You know what to do))

Yummy. The taste of BLOOD. You never thought it would be that tasty. You wonder WHAT it would be with CUPCAKES. You note yourself to try that later. NOW you have other problems. CELESTIA DAMNED Twilight will never fit in this box. You think THAT Chainy will help here. Twilight is trying to say something to you. You are not LISTENING. Something about friends. FRIENDS! You though they were your friends, UNTIL they left you. OK. You FINISHED compressing Twilight. Haha. That was a good ONE. You have four of these boxes BY now. Two to GO.

EQUIUS. you liked him. in a way. but he was a lowblood. AND YOU ARE STILL FEELEING BLOODLUST. oh what you have there. isn’t it his motherfucking cat girl, nepeta. this will be fun. YOU SEE ANGER IN HER EYES. IT WILL DEFI-MOTHERFUCKING-NITELY BE FUN. but you are starting to feel something. you hope it's not the clown. NOT THE MOTHERFUCKING CLOWN. it's the last thing you need now. it's pulling you backwards. NO, NOT MOTHERFUCKING BACKWARD. YOU HAVE NEPETAS TO KILL.

Dash was easy. But that BITCH warned Applejack. Now YOU have to fight with her. You got one front leg off her. But she kicked you IN the side. That'l be harder, but THEY chose it this way. NO ONE unfriends themselves from Pinkie. At least NOT alive. You were just in the mid of a jump, when something PULLED you back. FUCK. It was TOO much 4th Wall breaking for a fight. It was COLLAPSING. And pulling you inside. SHIT. And then you got in.

Chapter 2. Another purrspective

This is so awful. You just saw Pinkie saw Dash in two halves. And now you were fighting her. She cut your leg clean off. And then she disappeared. Not even really disappeared. You saw her right where she was. And at the same time she wasn't there. And at the same time there was another thing, bipedal, with giant horns, looking at her. Your head would ache, if there wasn't the leg, or the lack of leg to describe things better. Then something happened. You saw Pinkie run in the direction of the bipedal. And the bipedal run in the direction of Pinkie. Even if they were on the same spot from start, they were getting closer to each other. You realized the thing was holding something. It looked like a club, a juggling club. Only it was sprayed over with different kinds of paint. There was blue, green, some kind of yellow. By the way it was holding the juggling club, you could say it was his weapon. A really odd choice, but the thing was odd itself. You started thinking more about yourself. You knew there was some bandages in the barn. Your brother Big Mac should have left them there, since the last time when you were nearly struck by one of the planks falling from the roof. You trotted in that direction, but then the ground shook. Without one leg you lost balance instantly and fell over. It didn't help you, that you fell on the wound where you leg should be. You nearly passed out in pain. When you looked back, you saw Pinkie in a fight with the thing. They were face to face now, with their weapons clamped together. It looked weird, but the club wasn't being cut by the chainsaw. Instead there was a rift in  the air between them. Both backed out at the same time, Pinkie and the thing. And nearly at the same moment as they got land under their hooves, they jumped back together. The air started cracking even further.

You don't understand Shit right now. That clown there was just about to kill you, when he disappeared. Or even not. Some part of him was here some was not. Had to do with cat's which are dead and alive. You have tried to read about it, but there was little about cats, so you found it uninteresting. Coming back to the point. You are here and you have your trustworthy claws. That fucking clown is there, just waiting to be sliced, interested in something else than you. Take that for killing Equius. Then something caught your eyes. Just before you, instead of Gamzee, was  a pink monster. Looked much like a pony. There was just one thing that was not really fitting into this image. A chainsaw. Like Kanaya's, only held by something two times smaller. And there was blood on it. Red mutant blood. OH GOG! KARKAT! You really hope he is alright. You hope there are other candy red blooded creatures here. You start running away. After a moment you hear a crash. And the whole meteor shakes. You stumble, thinking to yourself how good it is to have both legs. After a moment you catch balance, and wonder why you thought that. You look back at the clown. Or at the pink pony. Whatever. They are fighting. You wonder, how Gamzee makes his clubs not be cleaved when they are hit by a chainsaw. Then you see something between them. A small rift in the air. Increasing in size every time it is hit. You see it growing bigger and bigger. You are getting the feeling that this won't end well. You hide back again in behind the great. Gait. Gate.

Chapter 3. MOTHERFUCKING mareacles

It's a beautiful day all across Equestria. What?!? Equestria! Where is my dear old Alternia? Oh. I remember. It was all destroyed. My master finally came. And I should be dead now. Well, I'm not, And I see there's a story to tell. So let's begin where it finished last time.

There was the mischievous battle, between evil, and greater evil. Which one is which, is your choice. They fought, splitting realities in halves, like they were their friends, moments before. And then, at the time the borders couldn't hold the realities apart anymore, everything turned white for the fighting ones. And, in matter of facts, there was a big explosion. I see they are waking right now, slowly gaining consciousness, so let them continue our story.

You have no idea, why you motherfucking began to fight. It was just like you had to. MOHERFUCKING HAD TO, EVEN AS A HIGHBLOOD. But the feeling was gone. Apparently not only that feeling. There should be a wall right over there were you were fighting. There wasn't.

What did just happen to you? You were fighting something you didn't knew. That was new to you. You knew everyone. But you haven't even seen something like it before. There it was, standing in the middle of a room, in a gap of space, created by a collapsed 4th wall. It's eyes were full of anger, but it was not looking at you. It was looking through  you, as if you were air. Nothing.

Afterword:

I know this is no ending. I know I have not even started, but I'm shit at writing. After reading my own texts one more time (god thank you, my eyes haven't burned out after I read it) I decided it's to sadistic of my side to let people read things like this. I mean, my fanfic is crap. One of the best craps I have seen. Which means it is tottaly not reading material (good crap=shit reading material). I was thinking about some more epic fighting between Pinkie and Gamzee. Then they would help each other, when Celestia comes to banish them or something. Then, after killing Celestia, I had no idea what I could write next. So I stopped where I was, which means up there.

You see, all I could do next was just more crap, so I'm quitting.