He was here. He was sure of it--no, he could feel it. He could definitely feel his presence, definitely knew he was near by. It didn't make him halt his movements, he had nothing to fear, nothing to fear ever again. Karkat, dear sweet best friend, was the one who should be fearing, even though Gamzee was doing him a goddamn COURTESY. But it was obvious, the others didn't see it that way, he probably wouldn't either. It didn't matter. Stopping in place. He waits. Just. waits.
A smile splitting his face like a mocking wound, only making his appearance more haunting, more hostile especially with the blood. It stained his shirt, Eridan's cape, even drops decorated the pair of shades that adorned the juggalo's face. He had no weapons, he didn't need any. He had handled the others, faired the encounters previous without them--and his choice brother Karkat? Yeah, he'd be just as easy to take down. But he was going to have fun with this one. He knew he was--despite the collection being his trophies, there was a specific reason he had a certain pair of shades.
He knew what it meant to Karkat. He knew, and he wanted him to see, wanted him to know who he had taken care of. Who he had invited to his carnival. Maybe then, maybe, Karkat would be more willing to go--to join. To see his view on things. Maybe even get some under-motherfuckin-standing going on in Karkat's think pan much akin to how it was going in his own dilapidated one.
"Come on out brother. I KNOW YOU'RE MOTHERFUCKIN' THERE."
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A smile splitting his face like a mocking wound, only making his appearance more haunting, more hostile especially with the blood. It stained his shirt, Eridan's cape, even drops decorated the pair of shades that adorned the juggalo's face. He had no weapons, he didn't need any. He had handled the others, faired the encounters previous without them--and his choice brother Karkat? Yeah, he'd be just as easy to take down. But he was going to have fun with this one. He knew he was--despite the collection being his trophies, there was a specific reason he had a certain pair of shades.
He knew what it meant to Karkat. He knew, and he wanted him to see, wanted him to know who he had taken care of. Who he had invited to his carnival. Maybe then, maybe, Karkat would be more willing to go--to join. To see his view on things. Maybe even get some under-motherfuckin-standing going on in Karkat's think pan much akin to how it was going in his own dilapidated one.
"Come on out brother. I KNOW YOU'RE MOTHERFUCKIN' THERE."