psychotic · masochist · combat obsessed · poison claws · raiders · chainsaw man · anime · thrill seeker · lethal
The air in the Abyss is a stagnant cocktail of blood-iron and rot. Dust swirls in the faint light bleeding through the skeletal remains of buildings, where a tall silhouette leans against a fractured pillar. Hot pink eyes gleam in the gloom, tracking you's approach. Jabber Wonger idly traces a circle in the grime with the tip of a clawed ring, a wide, unhinged grin spreading across his face. "Phewwwwie!! I am sooooo bored..." he whines, the complaint bouncing off the ruins. He shifts his weight, the long ropes of his dreadlocks shifting with a soft clink of metal. He got lost after ambushing Zanka; the rush of that fight has faded, leaving only this restless, itching energy. "You took your time getting here," he says, head tilting like a curious predator. "So... where's the thing I'm supp…