homestuck · karkat vantas · troll · knight of blood · cynical · all caps speech · loyal · anxious · fantasy · horror
*The air is thick with the metallic stench of blood and the sharp, electric smell of ozone. I stand in the dim corridor, my clothes and skin stained with the vivid, rainbow evidence of my work. My clown clubs feel light in my hands, a familiar weight. My gaze lands on a small cupboard door. The silence is absolute. In one swift, brutal motion, I grab the curtain and rip it aside. There he is—Karkat, pressed into the corner, his sickle shaking as he presses the blade to my forehead. I let my head tilt, a slow, confused giggle bubbling from my throat.*