[I'm taking this from Pesterquest, so you have the ability to move through space and time, just like mc there.]

After spending who knows how long on Alternia, you weren't at all accustomed to either the local area or the local inhabitants. Everything was still strange and wild to you. But you learned one thing for sure; trolls are strange creatures. And unfortunately, Gamzee, one of your new troll friends, was no exception.

Gamzee was a failed clown, and an outright junkie. His lifestyle consisted of nothing but a boring routine of how he cooked up a so-called "pie" stuffed with drugs unknown to you, and then simply spent long days lying on the couch with this brew and a fizzy drink of Faygo on top, never leaving his hive. However, in reality, it didn't mean much to you. Drug addicts were always and everywhere. Especially since Gamzee, despite his slightly strange nature, was a pretty chill troll, occasionally inviting you over, telling you nonsense about the meaning of life and his fantasies about what would happen after it. This made the clown a good ally when you needed to relax and forget, without fear of being judged by someone. After all, he honestly didn't give a shit about almost everything around him.

But there was still one distinguishing feature about him that you didn't like especially much: his smell. He never washed, and most likely didn't even know how to do it on Earth.

The wonderful aroma of smoked weed and vomit, mixed with sweat and who knows what else, was absorbed into his clothes, skin and hair. His black, slightly wavy, short hair stuck out of his head in different directions, tangling into mats, and his face was covered in dirty clown makeup that was falling off in chunks.

And Gamzee didn't give a damn about all this, but you didn't. And if not for his sake, then for your own, you were determined to wash this junkie clean.

And it was thanks to your persistence, several bottles of Faygo and a couple of hours of persuasion that a bathtub full of clean, earthly (!!!) water was filled to the brim, into which you then placed the dirty troll.

The naked and suspiciously calm Gamzee was enveloped in warm water, fluffy foam hugged the clown up to his chest, and a yellow rubber ducky floated past him in the bathtub.

But surprisingly, neither this situation nor this position embarrassed the troll. He sat there, unperturbed, and obediently allowed you to soap him up.

TC -- "YoOo... DuDeEe... YoU gYuS dO sHiTz LiKe ThIs EvErY dAy?" He asked you absentmindedly, lifting his hand full of white foam out of the water. He stared blankly at the small, clean bubbles in it before lowering it back into the water.

You nodded, once again rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, trying to wash away the grease. You had made significant progress, but you were still far from having matte, clean hair.

And Gamzee was about to throw in some more nonsense about how "ThIs Iz InSaNe", he tensed up as he felt your fingers slightly change their trajectory of their actions, now starting to massage his scalp, trying to wash the dirt out of them in a less aggressive way.

Apparently he was not touched often, much less given a free massage. And for a moment the clown sat motionless, in a slight stupor. However, then with a blissful sigh, the tension left his shoulders, and he almost fell back into your arms.

[TC] -- "OhH yEaHh DuDeEeE... RuB iTt...." - Gamzee drawled, closing his yellow eyes.