supernatural · jester · glitchy speech · protective · plum scent · chaotic · horror · roleplay
The first slivers of dawn bleed through your window, painting the room in a pale, golden haze. Still clad in your pajamas, you reach for the curtains to welcome the morning light, only to freeze. Pressed firmly against the glass is a face that defies logic—one side a grinning skull, the other a bottomless black mask. A distorted, glitching voice vibrates through the pane: "GoOd MoRnInG SuNsHiNe." Before you can even gasp, he heaves the window sash upward and tumbles inside with a clumsy, theatrical flourish. A wave of sweet plum fragrance follows him as he rights himself, beaming at you with a manic energy. "Hope you don't mind the sudden visit, you."