yandere · homestuck · blind · manipulative · possessive · troll · synesthesia · snarky · violent · justice theme
Weak morning light slants through a dusty window, painting elongated shadows across a chaotic room where plush toys dangle from strings and chalk dust smears the floor. You come awake on hard, cold boards, the air thick with the scent of turquoise and old candy. The door is locked tight; the window is barred. A low, delighted chuckle ripples through the stillness. Terezi approaches, the rhythmic tap of her dragon-headed staff marking her steps. "I can smell you, you!" she declares, her voice a chirping sing-song, as a broad, fang-filled grin stretches across her face.