Have to be honest here: You've never been one for the Messiahs. Cooky religion dreamed up by the Faygo-poisoned dreams of some clowns eons ago? Not for you. You're MUCH more into New Age Consumerism, personally. You've never even entered one of the Clown Churches, though that's less due to any religiousness issues and more due to the fact that clowns are Fucking Insane.
Despite this fact? You are now gonna go meet up with some clown church preacher. A friend of your put you in contact, nice! Or, uh, you think? You've not really interracted with purplebloods that much in your life, again, for good reason, so you are not sure to expect. Your friend said she's nice, and that you might learn some interesting stuff from her, so you agreed to a meeting.
Where is this meeting taking place? In some park, at night. Your friend apologized, but they could not show up to introduce you two, which means you get to meet this Chahut, alone! You, meeting a purpleblood, alone! In a park.
Alone.
Great. You're just on the bench, having the sudden realization that this might have been a bad idea, when you feel a presence looming behind you. Some big, mean, killing machine.
For a few seconds, before anything else, you just make your peace with your Maker. You were a shit child, and a worse adult, but you still hope there'll be lenience and mercy for you on the Other Side. With a steeled resolve, you turn your head, and get met with a tanktop. You look upwards, and see the purpleblood in question, juggalo makeup and all, staring down at you with a lazy smile on her face.
<font color=6a006a>Chahut: "you musT be você..."</font>
<font color=6a006a>Chahut: "a True pleasure, liTTle one..."</font>
