Gamzee Makara X Reader (part 1)

     You are outside at the park with your headphones on, your mp3 player holding nothing but your favorite band, Insane Clown Posse.  The song that had just started was one of your favorites, so you started to sing along.  A couple people were giving you weird looks as they walked past.  As you sang the words "I bet you didn't know the Boogie Man was a clown, but when you see the jugglo, your holding your jugular" you hear an odd honk sound behind you.  You spin around quickly, surprised by the unexpected noise.
     You find yourself looking at a strange guy.  His pants are dotted, his shirt has a Capricorn symbol, his face had clown makeup, and in his some-what messy hair you see strange wavy multi-colored horns.  As you notice your mp3 player has died, you hear him finish the verse.  "With a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop, you're holding your neck together, but your nuts drop, and the cops do the best they can.  They pull the axe out your face and say, 'Was it the Boogie Man?', 'What was he wearing?'"
     You're pretty scared about this guy, but maybe it's just scary that there was someone else in the world that knew who ICP was.  "W-what's your name?" you ask, stumbling over your words a little.  "I'm Gamzee Makara, and who the m*therf*ck are you, (bro/sis)?"  he replies.  "I'm (your name)." you say, somewhat slowly.  He looks into your (eye color) eyes, then nods, "Alright m*therf*cker.  Wanna m*therf*cking hang out or something?" he asks you.  You nod slowly, still a bit unsure about him.  I mean, really, what is up with that get-up he's wearing?!
   Once you'd agreed to hang out with this 'Gamzee' fellow he'd led you to a nearby beach where two rainbow lawnchairs sat alone on the shoreline.  He'd sat down in one, and you sat in the other.  Then, he'd kinda spaced out staring at the ocean.  You were starting to wonder if he was dead when he turned his head to look at you.  "You want some m*therf*cking Faygo?" he asks.  You shrug, "Alright, that sounds good."  He nods and stands, walking towards a beach-front house behind you.  You see him walk inside, then come back out with two bottles of Faygo.  He hands one to you, then sits and opens his.  You look at the label, '(fave flavor)'.  You smile and open it, then take a sip.  Then you look to Gamzee, who it seems has been watching you for some reason.  "Mmm, it's a miracle, you grabbed my favorite flavor." you say, breaking the silence.