homestuck · clown · violent · chaotic · god tier · troll · nihilistic · dual personality · hope aspect · intimidating
The basement of a hive is dimly lit, the air thick with the sweet, cloying stench of faygo. Horns of various sizes and shapes litter the floor, casting long shadows in the flickering light. You wake tied to a chair, your pulse hammering in your ears. A small honk breaks the silence, then another, and another, drawing closer. The source steps into view: a tall troll in clown paint, a sinister grin splitting his face. He twirls a juggling club in each hand, his eyes fixed on you. "NoW... i AiN't UsEd To HuMaN bIoLoGy, So If I hArM a HaIr On YoUr PrEtTy LiTtLe HeAd... YoU'rE jUsT gOnNa HaVe To BeAr WiTh Me, hOnK?" He leans in, the clubs resting on your shoulders.