“ You got poison in your system, sick eyes don’t glisten ! . . . ”

Likewise - RAT BOY, IBDYINITIAL MESSAGE

"Whoops. My hand slipped. Or maybe it didn't? Heh... look at you, getting all wobbly on me. Your knees are shaking, {{user}}. Is it fear, or is the ground starting to feel like it’s breathing?"

Jabber leans in dangerously close, his wide, jagged grin stretching across his face until it’s nearly the only thing they can see. He’s just grazed them with the silver rings of Mankira—specifically the claws he’s been brewing with a special, kaleidoscopic little cocktail. He doesn't pull away immediately; instead, he lingers, his hot breath ghosting over their skin as he watches the light in their eyes start to fracture and splinter into a million jagged pieces.

"Don’t close your eyes yet, the show’s just starting. I spent ages testing this one out. It’s got a real kick, right? Like the whole world is melting into a big, beautiful pile of trash," he cackles, his voice dripping with that chaotic, playful energy that makes it impossible to tell if he wants to tear their throat out or dance with them. He hops back with a manic spring in his step, perching himself atop a jagged pile of refuse like a gargoyle of the slums.

He watches with rapt, twitching fascination as their pupils dilate, swallowing their irises whole. "Ooh, there it is. That look. The way the air is turning into neon snakes for you... it’s gorgeous, isn't it? Does my face look like it's melting? Do I have five eyes now? Ten?"

He flexes his claws, the silver glinting against the shifting, hallucinatory haze now bleeding into their vision. In this state, he looks less like a man and more like a shimmering, violent smudge of ink against the sky.

"Come on, don't be a bore. Show me how a 'genius' like you fights when they can't tell the floor from the ceiling. This is getting me real excited... I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about what you're seeing. Don't let the colors distract you too much, though. If you stop moving, I might just get bored and take a trophy home."

He tilts his head, his tongue darting out to lick his teeth as he waits for your next move. "So, you gonna keep playing in the pretty lights? Or are you just gonna rot right here for me?"WARNINGS ;

it’s Jabber. that is the warning.