Johnzee

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"So... are you like, a clown?" you ask, tilting your head to the side as you look at the strange troll before you. You probably weren't supposed to let him out of the fridge, but you couldn't help it. It didn't feel right leaving him in there like that. He looks kinda... different from the other trolls. His eyes are red indtead of golden, and he has blotches of makeup on his face. He's inresponsive no matter what you say, he won't say a thing. He is twitching though. You crawl closer to him, reaching a hand out. You yelp when his hand snaps up, wrapping his fingers tightly around your wrist.

"MOTHER-" he mumbles, tightening his grip on your wrist. "-FUCKER" he finishes, the glaze over his eyes fading. You let out a strangled scream as he closes a hand around you throat, leaving you gasping for breath. He stands up slowly, dragging you off the ground with him. Kicking and thrashing about, you attempt to pry his fingers from your throat.

"HOLY FUCK-JOHN?!" you hear Karkat call from a ways away, hearing beginning to fade out along with your vision. You can barely feel yourself being pulled away as everything fades to blach.

~~~and lurches

Your eyes flutter open, gasping in a breath of air. Karkat is leaning over you, wearing a worried look on his face.

"Wha-ah!" you try to speak, your throat bruised and swollen. You sit up, dispite Karkat's protests, and glance around. Your eyes land on Gamzee and narrow.

"JONH-" Karkat starts, seeing where your eyes are focused. You ignore what he has to say, pushing up off the ground and making your way over to the clown. Your glare meets his and the two of you almost give off a dark aoura, warning the others that you're going to fight. You tense up as wind begins to whip around you, picking up speed the longer you glare into Gamzee's eyes. He pulls back a hand, fingers curled into a fist and launches himself toward you. You catch his fist in your hand, twisting his wrist and pulling him into your wind funnel, which is a small twister at this point. He growls, bearing his fangs and grabbing a fistful of your shirt and pulling you closer to him. Your lips meet his roughly and he continues to growl into the kiss. You feel a growl rise from your own throat as you grab fistfulls of fabric from Gamzee's shirt. You pull back, breathing raggedly.

"I HATE YOU"

"I hate you"

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 08, 2015 ⏰

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