Sadist And A Clown (Sober!Gamzee x Psycho!Reader)

    I headed down the road after clubbing another motherfucker, dried blood covering my body. His horrified face was still fresh in my mind. "Hehe HONK!" I chuckled. The masterpiece I painted with his motherfucking blood was glorious. It was a shame having to leave his disembodied head behind all because the police were getting there so fucking soon. My grin faltered slightly thinking about the head I had left behind.
    I ran a bloody hand through my black curly hair as I turned a corner,hoping to find another victim to make another red painting. No one. The streets were empty. "Motherfuck," I whispered to myself. But then, I heard something. Screaming and... giggling?

"Heehee!"

"P-please stop!"

"Just let-let us go!"

    Someone was giggling and two people were screaming in pain and for mercy. I ran there to see what the fuck was going on. Chuckling the whole way there, a wide bloodthirsty smile crawled onto my face. I swear it was nearly as wide as the smeared smile painted on my face.
  It took me nearly ten fucking minutes to get to the sound. The laughing and screaming getting louder with each step I took. The miracle of spilt blood was all I could think about. I hoped to the Mirthful Messiahs, myself, that all three people were still breathing so I could club them motherfucking good. But when I got to the alley, the source of those wicked sounds, the screaming finally stopped. All there was was loud motherfucking laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! ARE YOU DEAD ALREADY?! THE FUN WAS JUST GETTING STARTED! HEEHEEHA!"

    The laughter belonged to a girl. I looked into the alley and saw her. Her back was to me so I couldn't see her fucking face. It didn't matter, though. Soon I would see terror in her face once I turned her around.
    Creeping up o her, I could see [h/c] matted locks. She had a [f/c] T-shirt, blue denim jeans, and [f/c] sneakers, all covered in blood. It was like she was a painting herself. She continued to laugh and I noticed that the hands on the two victims were missing. She was holding one and brought it to her lips. I watched her every fucking move as I took one of my clubs from my right hand and raised it. The [h/c] girl took a large bite from the hand and swallowed it. With another giggle, she turned around. We stood there, face to face. Our eyes met, her [e/c] orbs staring into my own purple tinted cat-like ones. I stood there,  just staring as if I was hypnotized.
    She laughed and gave me a twisted, sickening grin. The girl whipped out a knife and cut my face, reopening my bottom scar. After that, I awakened from my trance in rage. Smacking her three times with my club, she stumbled, dropped the hand she was eating and placed her own hand on her now bleeding head. She kept smiling. The little bitch kept FUCKING SMILING.  With that damned smile she tackled me, bringing me to the cold hard ground. Her knife cut random parts parts of my face and stabbed violently at my chest as she screamed, "SUFFER! SUFFER, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! SUFFER!" The girl ripped a club out of my hand and hit me with it. Each hit hurt, and I knew she wanted my death to be slow and motherfucking painful.
    I smacked her again with my other club and she fell to the floor. She frowned, but soon enough her smile returned followed by one of her giggles. The little bitch started to get back up again, but I pinned her back down. She started pulling at my horns, trying to break them. I stopped myself from shivering and bit my lip, causing beads of my royal indigo blood to drip onto her [s/c] lips. She licked it up saying, "Delicious." I was just about to cave in her skull when she kneed me in the fucking stomach. I coughed and honked. She wiggled from underneath me and crawled onto my back. I flipped over, slamming her into the motherfucking ground. She struggled for breath and whispered in my ear, "____"
    I flipped over once more to get her pinned again. Assuming that was her motherfucking name, I looked into her insanity filled eyes and said, "____, I'M GONNA PAINT SOME WICKED PICTURES WITH YOU MOTHERFUCKING BLOOD!" She replied with laughter. "Do you think I'm fucking joking? I WILL RIP THAT PRETTY LITTLE HEAD OF YOURS OFF OF YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BODY!" I yelled, frustration and something else I couldn't quite figure out clouded my think-pan. She laughed louder and I thought about what I had just said. I could have clubbed myself. I had called her pretty. Next thing I knew, ____'s hand cupped my face, digging her bloody nails into my skin. "I like clowns," she said in another fit of giggles. "Do I look like I give a fuck?" I asked, forcefully taking her hand away from my face, nearly crushing it. Another God damn laugh. "I'M STARTING TO THINK YOU GET OFF ON THIS!" I yelled. She shook her head, "I just find pain and your aNGER HILARIOUS! HAHAHAHA!!!" ____ ran her free hand through her beautiful [h/c] locks as she laughed. I accidentally gave a light chuckle and covered my mouth. Her angelic yet psychotic laughter became fucking contagious.
    I hoped she wouldn't notice my chuckle, but she did. She went completely silent for the first time since I saw her, her face showed shock. Again we stared into each others eyes. Lost. Lost in each others eyes for moments that seemed like hours. At some point, she took advantage of this little trance for the second fucking time. ____ pushed me away and rushed to a bag that was in the corner of the alley. I ran after her, but stopped when I saw what she pulled out.A lighter and an aerosol can. She snickered at my sudden stop. Swiftly, I grabbed the arm that held the lighter tightly as she shook the aerosol can. I could have snapped her arm like fucking twig right now. "Burning me isn't a nice thing to do motherfucker," I chuckled. Her grin returned when she sprayed the aerosol in my eyes. Dropping my clubs, I hissed, "FUCK!" I covered my eyes while she laughed loudly. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!" I yelled, eyes tearing up from the painful sensation. My vision was blurry, though I could see her coming toward me.
    Before I could reach for one of my clubs, ____ pushed me down and gave me a few good punches, which I gladly returned. both of our mouths were bleeding, bright candy red mixing into beautiful dark indigo. She burst out into another fit of motherfucking laughter. Bitch must have been getting some serious kicks out of my wounded body.
    ____ started to get off of me. A bad choice. I took the opportunity to push her against the wall. I held the collar of her shirt in my fist. I reached for my club. Now it was my turn to motherfucking grin. I had her trapped. She snaked her arms around my neck while I raised my club. Using her upper body strength, she lifted herself to reach my height. Then, as my club was just about to reach her head, she fucking kissed me. We could taste each other's blood through the kiss. I was so taken aback by her action I nearly dropped my club. Instead of a painful, lip biting kiss, hers was one of passion. She broke free from the kiss, giggling. ____ left my stunned figure, took her bag, and began walking away. As she left, I said, "Gamzee motherfucking Makara." She replied with, "____ hehehe ____." and walked out of the alley.
    Her figure continued to leave me. I realized I had two options. I could follow her and see where things go from there or I could leave her be until our next encounter, if we have one. After making my decision, I walked out of the alley.