Indulgence Never 8odes Well
It wasn’t known to many, but Vriska was an avid fan of horror and the paranormal. Often times they crossed paths in stories, be it with mysterious disappearances or unexplainable scenarios. She had recently looked into joining an occult club to talk with like minded individuals, but it would be awhile before their first meet up. To tide herself over, she decided to go to her regular forums online, always having a bit of fun with the long time members and newbies that came by. Some of them had their own stories written down with claims all over that they were real occurrences; it was entertaining to read well crafted stories, although sometimes it was pretty easy to tell right off the bat that they were just that: stories. Stories made up for attention and praise. None of this was real. A reminder she sometimes had to give herself late at night when she was in the thick of it. It usually helped, but some nights she just couldn’t shake a feeling that maybe some of these weren’t fake.
Tonight was one of those nights; she had found a site that collected stories, posting them all in categories for easy searching. At first it was fascinating, the different and creative ways people came up with to spook the reader. But after a few hours into it, Vriska had let herself in. The back of her mind screamed that these were just fake, for how else could someone have gotten all of these together! Especially the ones that were listed with the same author. None of this stuff happened at all! But the side of her that ran with the crazy ideas wouldn’t listen. It was an hour past midnight when a particular story got to her, causing Vriska to slam her laptop shut. Her breathing was a little fast, hands shaky; she couldn’t shake the terrifying feeling she had. She needed to get out of here. Grabbing up her jacket and her earbuds, she set out of her apartment to go take a midnight stroll.
After thirty minute of walking around and listening to music, she sat down in the local park. There was a water fountain, still and silent, and plenty of trees around. An occasional sound from an owl or a shuffling raccoon could be heard, but other than that, it was peaceful and quiet. Just what she needed. A little time alone out of that small room; she’d get it back together and be able to sleep in a little while. She let out a sigh, leaning back on the bench as she looked up at the night sky. The vast, twinkly canvas helped ground her a bit more as she took in the peaceful night.
It wasn’t a normal for Gamzee to wear his full Juggalo paint. ICP was such an old band at this point that most folks had never even heard of the dark carnival, hatchetman or any of the weird shit they did back in the early 21st century. Gamzee however had been binding through the first series of albums tonight and felt like putting on some of his paint. His face coloured in a black and white manner, extenuating his eyes and mouth in an almost skeleton fashion, Gamzee was quite happy with his make up job.
Now, one might wonder why Gamzee would wear said makeup while in his room, one would for sure question as to why Gamzee would then walk outside and stroll around campus looking like some sort of serial killer, his face paint making it even harder to see him in the dark night. Of course the sky lit up Skaia beautifully under all those stars and all that but Gamzee in his all black attire and his black facepaint faded into the shadows fairly well.
He’d been wondering around for awhile, a cigarette hanging limply from his lips as he made his way around the school grounds blowing puffs of smoke from time to time. That was until he saw Vriska Serket. He knew Vriska, she was a few years younger than him, having come into school under similar circumstances as him from the rumors he heard passed around the school. She always seemed kinda like a bad ass, Gamzee could appreciate that.
As he walked past he moved to walk back towards the dorms, walking to the door he went to open it up only to realize that his key card was back in his dorm room. Cursing under his breath he stared at the door for a second before huffing and jogging back over towards Vriska, he’d seen her strolling around the park so he guessed she’d still probably be there at this point?
Spotting his target he walked up behind her and tapper her on her shoulder huffing slightly from his jog. Gamzee’s eyes were extremely evident in the dark, two purple irises surronded by white paint that really made them pop. “Hey, I forgot my motherfuckin’ keycard, can ya give a brother a hand?” He questioned in his low gravely voice.
Vriska had all but soothed herself with music and breathing in the night air. Being out in the open had helped a lot, even if most of the stories she read didn’t take place in closed spaces. But, she had noticed some night owls around, so it made her mind at ease when assured that nothing wrong or eerie was happening. Stretching her legs out, she opted to get up and go to a vending before returning. Nothing like a good drink to help keep her up and awake. She figured at some point she’d need to sleep but for right now, she wanted to be awake a little longer. A nice can of cold coffee would be the perfect accomplice for that, and she pulled the tab back as she sat down on the bench again, humming along to the music playing in her ears. However it wouldn’t last long; with her ears occupied, she wasn’t paying that close attention to her surroundings. When she felt a tap on her shoulder, she jumped a little, bit turned around anyway to see what the person wanted. It was probably just some kid who was drunk or wanted money for a drink. It was pretty common, especially on the weekends at night. But what she didn’t expect was a ghoulish appearance to greet her, which caused an involuntary reaction of crushing her can in her hand, an explosion of coffee soaking her pants and also conviently covering another reaction. “What in the fucking hell!!” She had jumped up when she yelled, holding the sharp remains of aluminium up in self defense. “Are you trying to give someone a heart attack with all that bullshit on your face??!” It had taken her a minute to piece together that it was indeed a person and not some alien freak of nature, though she wasn’t able to tell who it was. She paid attention to most students throughout her years, but she couldn’t think of anyone at the moment who would wear all this junk on their face. “Like seriously, what the fuck!!” Honestly she really wanted to say more than that, but sometimes surprise catches you by surprise. And also she didn’t really know what else to say to this guy, so she hoped the yelling got things across.