Committed [Chapt. 2 of 4]

   Darkness. Utter darkness. For now, all that a small wriggler could see was just that. He was conscious, but just barely. He felt squished, and small. Very very small. His congested head slowly snapped forward, hearing a soft crunching sound. He felt that this eased his mind. Almost already he could hear soft voices in his head. This was going to be something that in the future he knew that he was going to have to live with, or drowned it out somehow. But for right now, he found the voices quite comforting, welcoming. He found them as encouragement. He tried to snap his head forwards once again, putting everything into it and beyond his dark eyelids, something seemed to lighten a little bit, something was glowing. He gave a soft squeak as something bright entered the small slits of his eyes. Even though they were closed, this bright glowing light seemed very strong. Slowly, and very cautiously, he opened them. There was in fact a while glowing light, but everywhere else was black. He was staring out of the small hole that his horn had made. He stretched his neck a little bit, giving a small sniff to the outer shelling of whatever he was contained in. It smelled... like him, but it smelled like nutrience. He licked it, soon taking small needily bites of the shelling of his egg. It tasted very sweet, very rich. Once done with eating his egg, he started around his enclosure. After a few moments, his vision cleared, and it was in fact darker in here as well. Not darker than inside his egg, but it was still pretty dark. He heard different noises, and in turn, made his small blood pusher flutter, his tiny ears wilting as he crouched down a little bit. This place scared him. He didn't even know what being scared was, but this was surely it. He crawled forward, trying to maneuver himself between his small brethren, trying to get away from the noise. And this is the time when he was picked up. His purple eyes stared up at what was latched onto him, and he found himself shaking in his own skin. In front of him was a huge pure white face. He didn't know who this was, but he was frightened. He started giving hisses and chitters of anger, pleading to be set down. Although, this... thing probably didn't understand grub. The white thing frowned and seemed to look off into a different direction. The thing, which is to be known by other trolls as the Mothergrub, glanced back to the small purple pupa. She suddenly bit the purple grub hard, very hard. The small grub let out a small scream and tried to wriggle to get away. He had just hatched, and anything was extremely sensitive. He cried out in pain as the Mothergrub began ripping his purple skin off. He did not know why she was doing this, after all, none of the other grubs were getting this done to them. All he knew was that he was in pain and he was bleeding. It only took Minutes for the mother grub to peel all of his skin off. Now he looked... crippled. his small grub legs were pulled off too. He was shaking, trembling.  The Mothergrub set him back onto the ground as she tended to the other grubs. Gamzee stared after her with terrified eyes. She wasn't tearing any of the other grubs apart. She was just leaving them be and making sure they were fed. Why did she only do this to him? His pure purple eyes shut as he quivered. his eyes would not turn grey for another few sweeps, regardless if his skin had been ripped off or not. He felt a soft warmness hit his body and he looked back farther into the cave. There was something down there glowing. He wanted to find out what it was. He put a deformed hand against the ground and tried to lift himself, however, the best he could really even do was crawl. So that is what he had done. He crawled in the dirt, feeling the nutrience of his grub egg kicking in to give him a little bit of strength. Small tracks were left in the dirt as he kept going, and once towards the edge of a small hill, he stared down. There was in fact more light down there. And if he looked really closely, he could see something moving down there. A few things moving down there. He wondered what they were. Others called this the place where the brooding cavern ends and the trials begin. He wondered why the Mothergrub had pulled all of his grub skin off once again. It was still painful, and he could not move that well. He hear pounding footsteps echo from the other side of the cave. And he glanced back. There were multiple shadows over that way near his brethren. He saw some figures storm into the cave, holding things in their hands. They had... things on the sides of their faces, and cuts on both sides of their necks. This was the first time that this grub had ever seen anything that looked remotely like a troll. He figured they were safe, that was, until he heard a caterwaul. He flinched and crawled a few feet back, not understanding what was going on. That is, until the Mothergrub fell. She fell onto the ground, wounded. The little grub could smell the blood and his ears wilted. All the grubs started screaming and crying as the men were crushing and culling the landdwelling grubs. He wondered if the Mothergrub had ripped his skin off intentionally in order to let him escape. He didn't know what to do. He was scared and started crying. Suddenly he was grabbed by a large hand. It was huge compared to him and he kept crying and sobbing. but then he heard it. It was a deep voice.
    "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple~ Colors of the rainbow, colors so bright~ Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple~ Colors of the rainbow, a colorful sight~"
    This calmed the small troll, only a little bit though, enough to make his whining and sobbing stop. He was shooshed and he looked up through water soaked eyes. This was a large trolls, so much larger than him. The larger trolls looked around the corner, the small doing the same. Around the corner were the seadwellers continuing to kill the other grubs. This made the small purpleblood whimper and hiccuped, which called for another shoosh. He stared and stared, only a few grubs being allowed to stay alive while the others were culled by the larger trolls. He whimpered softly, burying his face into the larger trolls hand. He felt a finger rub between his horns and he relaxed a little bit. His muscles untensed and he tried to lean more into the finger on his head. A small high-pitched purr left his throat and he squeaked happily. He felt the warmth radiating off of the elder troll and he felt safe.