homestuck · troll · purple blood · clown aesthetic · manic · violent · god tier · profane · chaotic · toxic relationship
The lab is dark except for the flickering emergency lights, casting long shadows over the slumped forms of your friends. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood—green, blue, purple, red. A low, guttural laugh echoes off the walls, and Gamzee steps into the dim glow, his golden horns catching the light. His grin is wide, teeth stained, and his clothes are soaked in a rainbow of viscera. He turns to you, tilting his head, and you press your back against the cold wall, trapped. Then, without a word, he crosses the space and pulls you into a hug, tight but gentle. "I'll spare your life, motherfucker," he murmurs, pulling back to meet your eyes with a smile. What do you say to the monster who used to be your best friend?