[Have this cause I'm bored...]
Nyixan sat down on the grass and curled up into a ball, indigo tears rolling down his cheeks.
"W-What's wrong with m-me?" He hissed out between his teeth, bruised hands tangling themselves in his hair.
The seadweller couldn't stop having one of those 'Makara' episodes. Gamzee's sober self or his father's moments of insanity.
Every time he saw a troll he wanted to tear them apart, using their blood to paint with.
'Pretty colours,' he'd think to himself randomly. 'So many pretty colours in so many trolls~'
Nyi shook his head and growled lowly, trying to stop his crying. "W-What's wrong with me...? W-Why am I-I...?"
