Tavros's POV
His eyes widened as an image appeared in his mind. In his mind Tavros saw a smile, a curved smile with pointed white teeth. Around the edges of the grin he noticed gray face paint caked on in a way that resembled a clown.
A clown... Tavros thought as he remembered the feeling of a smooth, long hand caressing his cheek in a way that sent chills down his spine.
This all doesn't make sense! It's not adding up! Tavros thought to himself as he gripped the flowers tightly in aggravation.
I must find the body to this face. I must find out what it all means...
Gamzee's POV
As his wails and shrieks of despair died down, Gamzee got up and drowsily began walking home with his head faced down and back slouching all the way there, dragging each foot wearily in front of the other.
He reached the door to his house and stuck the key into the lock, turned the door knob while he stepped through the doorway, and slammed the door behind him. Gamzee made his way into his bedroom and not bothering to turn the lights on, slumped down onto his bed and laid there silently. He stared up at the spinning fan above him for an endless amount of time, just staring up at it and the whole time thinking to no end about everything, everything about himself and what had happened.
Tavros's POV
Tavros wheeled himself back inside and straight to his room, not bothering to text his girlfriend that he was fine. He didn't have time for that.
In his room Tavros changed into a suitable outfit, since he was wearing pajamas, and slipped a backpack onto the back of his wheelchair. He rolled out of his house and to his car, ready to search for this person, or clown and what to do about it all.
Tavros thought to himself hopefully, I will find you, and have answers. I have to find you...
