hs_olympics | BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Genre-Mixing

Hey, shippers! Welcome to your very first bonus round proper--we hope you have lots of fun with it! This time around we're going to be asking you to mix it up a little--each fanwork posted for this round will be a mish-mash of two different genres, blended together in a delightful incestuous slurry to create an UNSTOPPABLE CREATIVE CONCOCTION--er. Or. Something.

Yeah, we're genre-mixing. That's what we're doing this round.

Rules

Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of two different genres and one ship. This cannot be your team's ship! These are worth 5 points each, for a maximum of 100 points per team.

Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!

You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.

Fills should be posted as replies to the prompts which they are for, following the format below. They may be any medium.

Title Format
If you are starting a new thread, please use this format in your title.

Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with.
If your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.

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Posts not using this format in the title will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, no matter what they contain. They, like all comments on the comm, are subject to the Wank Policy.

Scoring
For prompt posts: 5 points each (maximum of 100 per team)

For fills (as stated here):
First 5 entries in each post: 30 (per entry)
Entries 6-10 in each post: 20 (per entry)
Entries 11-15 in each post: 10 (per entry)
Entries 16+ in each post: 5 (per entry)

All scored content must be created/assembled new for this round.

If you have any questions, please ask them at the FAQ post here, or email them to us (homestuck.shipping at gmail). Otherwise, we cannot guarantee that we will see them in a timely fashion!

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“Scalpel.” Karkat commanded.
“Scalpel, please.”
“Damnit, Gamzee! I said SCALPEL!” Karkat raised his head and turned to look at his juggalo compatriot.
“Gamzee, what the hell are you doing? This is serious surgery!”
Gamzee Makara was too busy dancing with a prop medical skeleton to hear Karkat’s commands. All Karkat could do was sigh. Why he decided to join Gamzee in troll medical school was beyond him. Karkat sat on his stool and thought about his years of medical training. Hard hours of studying and memorizing filled his nights. He’d developed a horrible habit of not sleeping. Meanwhile, Gamzee had the time of his life. Partying and not caring who knew. It’s one of his trademark miracles that he passed and got his degree.
All of a sudden, a bony hand struck Karkat across his face. It stung like a motherfucker.
“Goddamnit, Gamzee! What the fuck are you trying to do?”
“En garde, motherfucker.” Gamzee declared, as he took a fencing stance.
“Oh no. Not this aga-.“
He was slapped with the skeleton’s arm again. “Gamzee, we’ll get in trouble. This man needs our medical atten-“
Slapped for a third time. “THAT IS IT! YOU ARE GOING DOWN, CLOWN!”
Karkat ripped the other arm off the faux skeleton, and began to fight. Plaster bone struck against plaster bone as the two swordfought. Neither one had the advantage, just a steady back and forth. Tit for tat they went, for what seemed like hours. Karkat slowly realized why Gamzee and he were such good pals. They needed each other. Karkat needed the time to relax, and Gamzee needed to learn to shape his shit up and get some work done for once in his hedonist life.
Just then a scream rang out. It was the patient. He was off his anesthesia. The patient looked down into his gaping hole in his torso, containing all his various inner workings. The arm-wielding two eyed each other with a sense of “Oh shit” rushing over them. Another scream. He then collapsed and flatlined. The patient was dead.
Gamzee and Karkat looked at each other with a common realization.
“We are so fired. Gamzee, let’s get out of here.” Karkat pleaded, arm-sword in hand.
“Wait just a fuckin’ second. Let’s take some souvenirs. Just in case.”
“What are you talking about, you crazy clown.”
Gamzee proceeded to reach his hand inside the patient and pulled out an organ. He didn’t know what it was; he never studied in medical school. He stuffed it, along with several other items from the patient’s person into his lab coat. He gave Karkat a sly smirk.
“No, wait.” He said as he came to a realization. “I’m not gonna get organs like this any motherfucking time soon. Better stock up.”
Again, he reached down into the new corpse and pulled out a veritable grocery list of various organs and intestines. Each of which he looked at for a second, sniffed, and stuck in his labcoat. His labcoat, which contained many pockets, was full to the brim with various Dead Patient memorabilia. The sleeves were covered in mustard colored blood.
“Alright, my motherfucking candyblood brother. Let’s get the motherfuck out of here.” He said with a slasher smile on his face.
All Karkat could do was stare, mouth agape. He violently shook his head, possibly to shake the image out of his head. But, that wasn’t going to work. Finally, he spoke.
“Yes. Now that you’ve desecrated this poor sap’s body, let’s get the everloving shit out of here.”
Gamzee headed for the window, ready to make a daring escape, organs and all. Karkat stepped infront of him, urgently.
“You idiot! We’re on the fifth floor! That would ruin you!” Karkat pointed out, desperate to get out of this horrible situation without any more casualties.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Wouldn’t want to squish my meat armor.”
“Your what?”
“My meat armor. I’m gonna make like a motherfucking second body over my first one. Then I’ll be motherfucking invincible! I just need more skin. You know where I can get some fucking skin, bro?”
“We do not have time for your insane exoskeleton, you juggalo mental patient! I want to get out of here alive! Just play it cool while we take the elevator down to the ground floor. Then, we can run to my car, and we can escape. Can you do that for me? Please, Gamzee?”
“Alright, bro. Gotta make sacrifices for your bros, right?”
They both nodded and snuck out of the hospital room containing the now hollow cadaver. Trying to act as inconspicuously as possible, they snuck down the corridors. Karkat noticed Gamzee had his hands holding his stomach, acting very nervously. The walls were cold and the floors were slick with the trail of blood. The janitorial staff needed to get paid more. This was a shit hospital, now that Karkat thought about it. Sanitation was a foreign concept here.
The pair of medical fugitives snuck surreptitiously into the velvet-walled elevator. They prayed that there was no one in the elevator besides them. Their prayers went unanswered. The elevator was nearly full, but most of them didn’t seem to notice the bloated blood-soaked labcoat of the deranged clown doctor and his accomplice, an angry, sleep-deprived troll with nubby horns and a sense of secrecy, enter as anything strange. Most of them let the two be. The few who noticed, eyed Gamzee and Karkat with suspicion.
The next two minutes felt like hours as Gamzee’s organs swished and swirled with his movements. He leaned over to Karkat, smiled, and whispered to him.
“Hey, bro. Guess what?”
“What?” Karkat whispered, obvious anger rising in his voice.
“I feel like a motherfuckin’ burrito. All squishy. Yum. Can we go get burritos after we’re done with this?”
Karkat glared at him, his stare burning through Gamzee like a laserbeam.
“Fine.”
“Yay! You’re the best motherfucking bro ever.“ Gamzee said as he pulled Karkat in for a hug. Karkat could feel the organs. Swishing, swirling. The way the organs squeezed up against Karkat’s body gave his stomach a nasty swirl. He gagged. He hunched over and emptied his lunch on the carpeted floor.
“Bro!” Gamzee yelled, concern built in his eyes and voice. “Bro, you ok? Are we still gonna get burritos?” He raised his arms over his head and all the organs spilled out onto the floor. The crowded elevator door opened and screaming masses fled out. Karkat, panicking, screamed RUN! Gamzee collected his organs and bolted to the front door. They kicked the double doors open, jumped into the car and sped off.
“Gamzee. You are one demented jester, you sick son of a bitch. We are so lucky to make it out of there alive. Now, let’s go get burritos! Maybe we could get you some of that skin you’re looking for. I know Taco Bell has extra.”
“Taco Bell has skin?”
“Yeah, what do you think the meat is?”
“YAY!” Gamzee shouted as they drove off to Taco Bell to finish one of the craziest days a pair of best troll bros could ever have together.
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Kinda long, but I had fun writing it.

BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

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