— the devil n his indentured servant (๑•̀д•́๑)

Clownpierce walked around the wasteland of their server, known as their world spawn; Having just killed a new member who joined the server, he dragged his scythe on the ground; Ignoring the blood trail it left.

His eyes glanced over to a whiteish-silver haired man, that he'd grown fond of; Approaching him, he ruffled BranzyCrafts hair.

Chuckling at how he flinched.

“ Hello, Branzy. ” Clown greeted the (slightly) shorter one of the two.