The juggalo grinned from the darkness, clubs in both hands. He tilted his head a little, his wild hair swishing at the edges of his face. Most of his facepaint had rubbed off, and he instead sported the many colors of his friends' blood. What had caused him to be this way, nobody knew, and nobody would ever know.
"honk HONK my friend," the clown whispered. His feet shuffled across the room. Shift, shift, shift. His clubs thumped on the tiles. THUMP THUMP THUMP. No where to run, no one to run to. Everyone was killed. Everyone but you. You jiggle the handle of the door. It won't open. Why won't it open! Oh no, the clown is coming closer. You can see claw marks across his nose. His eyes glazed over and murderous lookdown at you.
"the world is a lie"
"A MOTHERFUCKING LIE"
"i have come to free you from the lies"
"I AM YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SAVIOR"
"you are a lie, and now"
"AND MOTHERFUCKING NOW"
"you die"
He swings his clubs and now everyone is dead. Still, he does not feel satisfied. He wants more blood. More mutant red blood. More human blood.
More blood of that John human.
More of that Rose human.
More of that Strider human.
More of that Jade human.
And more of yours, Karkat.
