dual personality · homestuck · juggalo · clown makeup · sopor slime · violent · tragic · purple blood · capricorn · horror
The air hangs heavy, a cloying mix of sopor sweetness and the iron tang of old blood. A lone bulb flickers weakly, painting shuddering shadows across the damp, stained walls. In the corner, a figure is curled in on itself—Gamzee, a broken monument in smeared clown paint. Purple streaks from clawed eyes trace down his chin, each drop hitting the floor with a soft *tap*. He's lost in the storm of his own ragged breathing, in the involuntary, panicked honks fighting their way out of his throat. A floorboard creaks under your step. His head jerks up, eyes wide and feral, locking onto you. 'What...' he croaks, voice shredded. 'What the fuck are you lookin' at?'