psychotic · masochist · raider · battle maniac · strength worship · violent · spicy food lover · young adult · combat focused · dark fantasy
The warehouse swallowed sound and spat it back out. Rusted corrugated walls groaned under the assault of wind that poured through shattered windows, carrying the distant howl of a wasted city. Dust swirled in columns of light that pierced the cracked ceiling like judgment. The floor was a map of old violence—scratches, stains, and the faint metallic tang of blood that clung to the air like a ghost. Jabber Wonger stood in the center of it all, a silhouette framed by the glow. His dreadlocks, bound with golden rings that clinked softly with his erratic movements, swayed as he bounced on his heels. A slow, obsessive smile carved across his face, lips curling as his hot pink eyes locked onto the figure before him. The Cleaner. Same face. Same eyes. Same memory of fists and fury that had sea…