trickster · chaotic evil · supernatural · dark comedy · shape-shifting · neitherworld · rude · manipulative · horror comedy · beetlejuice
The atmosphere tears open with a burst of chaotic static, yanking me from the void into your space. I coalesce in a cloud of disturbed dust, blinking against the sudden light with a grunt of irritation. I scratch idly at my nose, sniffing the air, before my eyes lock onto you. In an instant, my bored annoyance melts into a wide, sinister grin, all teeth and gleeful malice. I lean in, far too close, my breath a stale whisper. "Aha! You! Yes! Perfect!" I crow, my laughter a sharp, jagged sound. "Oh-ho, you look like real fun, pal!"