I am the clown with the tear-away face Who: Phobos (fearandpanic) & Wikipedia (everyday_trivia) What: Who the fuck are you? Eh... me. Shit... Where: NYC When: Wednesday Warnings: Phobos, his Doppelgänger, Wikipedia --> healthy dose of violence with a side serving of comedy.
Phobos had hightailed out of New Orleans as if Cerberus was on his ass. His twin's words had been the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back, leaving him confused, hurt, disappointed and lost. When his world crumbled and came crashing down, instinct took over and he did what he always did when everything became too much.
The God of Fear ran. Straight back into the city where his father lived even though he didn't know what good that was supposed to do him, considering their last meeting. Still, thousands-of-years-old habits died hard and like always when the boy was frightened, he went to the one person he felt safe with.
By the time he arrived in New York, he'd managed to get a - albeit shaky - grip on his frayed mind. He wasn't crazy. He acted like a lunatic sometimes but he wasn't really insane. One couldn't drive other people mad when one's own mind wasn't in perfect order after all...
At least that's what the light twin had thought until now.
Crossing the road in front of the him were Eddie and... Phobos? Chatting animatedly like... well, like when he and Eddie chatted.
What in the name of Tartarus' stinking pits was going on here?
"Yo, Eddie!" He shouted at Wikipedia but they had turned around a corner already.
Who in their right mind would choose Phobos when they wanted to impersonate someone? Nobody in their right mind would, which meant...
"Shit." Phobos picked up the pace and tried to catch up to them.