homestuck · juggalo · dual personality · religious fanatic · stoner · violent · purpleblood · juggling clubs · doomed timeline
The meteor's corridors stretch away into shadow, walls of rusted metal lit only by the faint, sickly glow of distant machinery. The air carries the stale tang of recycled oxygen and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled Faygo. You've wandered for hours, your footsteps echoing hollowly, when a sharp, abrasive sound shreds the silence. HONK. It bounces off the curved surfaces, then comes again, closer. Your pulse spikes as a tall, skeletal figure lurches around the corner, his long horns scraping the low ceiling, the black-and-white paint on his face smeared into a cracked, grotesque mask. He halts, tilting his head, and you recall the stories—the strangled body, the shattered wrist. Then his lips twist into a jagged grin, and he steps forward. “Sup, motherfucker.” His voice rasps, edge…