Username: Karkat Vantas ♋️
Name: Desmaloid "Edward" Scissorclaws
Gender: Male
Picture/gif: 
Likes:- Darkness
- Scissors
- Cutting hair
- Snakes
- Trying to be friendly
- Apples
Dislikes:- When others don't answer him
- His fits of anger that happen when others don't answer
- Sunlight
- Onions
- Dogs
aaaaaaaaaaaa*
Snip Snip*
The quiet sound of scissors cutting through hair became very prominent in the empty, ratty parlour. "Hello..." You hear a small, gentle voice crack from the shadows. The snipping stops. A large figure arises from the darkness and you begin to sweat, what was it going to do to you? The mass begins to lurk towards you on all fours, its long, silver claws scrapping against the already chipped wood. It peeped in an unsettling tone, "W-would you like a haircut, too?" It then stood up on its hind legs and held up a large pair of rusted, sharp scissors. You peer behind the tall, poorly fed creature, a hairless and mangled barbie doll catching your eyes. "Do you like her haircut?" The sound of his voice nearly made you jump. You don't answer. The goblin gator's desperate smile turns into a feirce snarl, he then picks you up, his claws digging through your shirt, "Why aren't you answering? Its rude not to answer!" His eyes then began to tear up as he placed you gently back onto the ground. Going back on all fours, he scurried like a sick rat back into the shadows. You stand there shaking in fear and confusion for a moment, and then decide to hi-tail it out of there without looking back.
-
Desmaloid was looking through a cracked and yellowed window, his eyes sadly looked on at the anonymous figure running away. Tears rolled down his scarred face as he thought of how he scared the person. "I didn't mean to let my temper break..." Edward turned his glance towards his mutilated barbie doll and whimpered, "You know that, don't you?" Of course, the doll didn't answer, and the patchwork goblin's eyes began to fog in frustration. "Why don't you ever answer!? You should know by now that that is considered rude!" Racing over to the inanimate object, he swipped it with such force that the beaten doll's head popped right off. Edward stood there, towering over the headless piece of plastic, a small wheeze escaping his lungs. The monstrous gator fell to his knees and began to weep, "oh no! Oh no! Look at what I've done!" More choked sobs poured out of his throat as he carefully cradled the helpless barbie in his arms. "I'm so sorry, so sorry... I take it back," feeling around the cold, dark, severely scratched floor, he, panicking, quickly swooped up the Doll's missing part and showed it to the little decapitated toy. "See? I can put you back together," he then forcefully shoved the Barbie's cranium back onto its neck, "see? Just like new..."
A small helpless frown made its way across Edward's face, knowing that if the Barbie had been anybody else, well, they wouldn't have been fixed so easily. Tears rolled down the scarred creature's battered face as they huddled up in a damp corner, lightning flashed outside and the clouds began to cry along with Edward.
