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Branzy was practically jumping up and down in anticipation. Clown had taken him on a date.
It started off with a walk through the park, then dinner, at the restaurant Branzy used to work at! His old coworkers seemed so confused but it was fun. And now… The two were headed home, but making one last stop first.
Branzy was in his favorite elevator. Headed down a few more levels then normal. Branzy could guess what that meant~
He could hear Clown giggling underneath his mask.
Then the elevator doors opened.
“Oh Clown!” Branzy cued excitedly at the seen in front of him.
Clown ended up getting three of the imbeciles form the ordeal. All three of which were tied up on separate rotating surgical tables, gagged. There were heart shaped paper lanterns hanging around, along with a surgical lamp positioned around the first guy. There red and purple rose petals fluttered around the place, arranged into a heart around the captives. And candles carefully lit around the room. Various different tables filled with surgical supplies, plus some other toys, were arranged around as well.
“I know you prefer to be as precise as possible… but since this is just for fun I figured might as well give us some options~” Clown said as he brushed his hands across a chin saw.
“Oh Clown you’re so sweet! I love it, the presentation is wonderful!” Branzy giggled kissing the mouth on Clowns mask.
Branzy also enjoyed the look of terror on his kidnappers turned hostages faces.
Clown managed to snag half of the men who kidnapped Branzy and Rek, Parrot had the other three.
“Oh what should we start with??” Branzy giggled, letting his mania creep out as he put on his surgical mask and hair net.
“Whatever you want love. I’m your assistant today.~ Though if I might make a suggestion, leave the one you hate most for last.” Clown looked over at the middle man, the one who tended to Branzy’s cell.
“Ohhhh I love the way you think!” Branzy laughed, fully let himself go into his insanity. He knew Clown loved it.
Sure enough Branzy saw Clowns shoulders dip in the way they always did when he swooned.
“Soooo what first?” Clown asked.
“Hmmmmm one of my favorites first! Love would you be so kind as to remove the man’s gag?”
Clown did as instructed.
The pitiful begging for mercy was cut off by a blood curdling scream of pain as Branzy slammed his amputation knife onto the man’s index finger. Branzy then started heading up the median nerve.
He let himself ramble about all the fun facts about the pain the nerve delivered when cut. Except the permanent damage, because, well he wouldn’t have to deal with that.~
Branzy looked over, Clown was in full simp mode, basking in Branzy’s bloody presence.
“You want to try?” Branzy asked.
“Cutting the median nerve like you do?” Clown replied looking a little surprised.
“He has another index finger~” Branzy cued.
Clown excitedly jumped up and grabbed another amputation knife.
“This one right?”
“Yeah, but for the nerve you should use a scalpel. it’s easier to get more precise cuts.”
“Okay that’s this one correct?”
“Yup!”
Clown moved over to the guys other hand and carefully removed the index finger. The man’s screams of pain becoming mostly background noise. Branzy helped Clown cut the nerve precisely. Guiding Clowns hands with his own.
“You make that look so easy Branzy.” Clown stated looking between the two cuts on the man’s arm.
“I know, but you did great for your first try!” Branzy responded pulling down his, now incredibly bloody, surgical mask to kiss Clowns mask once again.
“What’s next?” Clown responded.
“Well, we have bleach right? What if we pore it into the his eyes?” Branzy suggested. Completely ignoring the man’s desperate begging.
Clown laughed and picked up the large bottle of the cleaning liquid and a funnel.
Clown held the man’s eyes open and held the funnel as Branzy pored, the effect was instant.
The man was clearly trying to scream, desperately trying to scream, however no sound was coming out of his mouth.
His eyes instantly turned bright red, before slowly dissolving likely because of the sheer amount of bleach funneled directly into the eyeball.
The man kept trying to turn away, trying to do anything, but it was completely in vain. Clown had chined him well to the surgical table and no amount of thrashing was going to succeed in freeing him.
Clown held his head firmly in place so the pool of bleach forming in his increasingly more empty eye socket would stay in place.
Then they moved to the second eye.
The man’s body kept attempting to heave, he kept screaming, but nothing would fee him except death. Which at this point Branzy was happy to deliver, and he had the perfect idea to do so.
Branzy picked up some scissors and slowly cut off the man’s shirt, then picked up a scalpel. And started making the smooth cuts along the chest.
It had been a while since Branzy had done this, the last time was definitely med school but the motions were familiar.
Branzy cut threw the skin, the fat, the muscle, until he reached the rib cage.
He put down his scalpel and picked up a bone saw and started whittling away at the bone.
Snap.
The rib came off cleanly and Branzy was faced with the man’s still beating heart. It was beating fast, incredibly fast. Like a rat, frantically trying to escape a cage.
Branzy carefully picked up his scalpel and cut into the ligaments and great blood vessels attaching the heart to the diaphragm. And then carefully pulled it out.
The man wasn’t dead yet, that would take ten minutes, but he was out cold so he
might as well be.
Branzy cackled holding the heart in his hand before turning to Clown, who was visibly simping hard.
“For you.” Branzy exclaimed handing Clown the heart.
“For me? Awwww Branzy!” Clown took the heart. “You’re so sweet! I’ve never seen one of these in tact before.” Clown started examining the organ.
Branzy laughed. “Well I’d tell you to preserve it but we don’t have any of the stuff needed on hand.”
“Oh well. Still cool though.” Clown shrugged. “And you look stunning right now.”
“Oh don’t I? You don’t look bad yourself.” Branzy said spinning around so Clown could get a good look. “Though you definitely don’t have enough blood on you.” Branzy lamented.
That gave Branzy an idea.
A wicked grin grew across his face.
“You know that’s my favorite look Branzy Craft.~” Clown teased clearly excited.
Branzy looked over to the next hostage who was squirming already.
“You know…” Branzy hummed running his fingers over the teeth of the chainsaw. “It’d be a shame to just let this sit here.”
“Do you want me to saw his arm off?” Clown asked.
“No he would die quickly of blood loss, and that’s no fun. Why don’t we make it interesting?” Branzy laughed unhinging the new surgical table and flipping the hostage around so his head was facing the floor. “How about straight down the middle?” Branzy gleamed. Much to the distress of the man stuck on the table.
Clown laughed picking up the saw. “You sure? It’ll be quick.”
“And bloody! And I want to see it splatter across your mask.” Branzy explained. It was his turn to simp as Clown fired up the loud saw.
He made it seem so effortless as he pulled the cord to the thing.
He carefully lined up the saw, and pulled it down.
Blood flew everywhere. It coated everything. Parts of intestine were also ripped from the man’s body. The saw flew through the bone cutting down threw the chest cavity clean up the man’s spine before splitting the skull.
Gray brain matter was flown across the room, some splattering across Clowns mask. After the saw turned off all you could hear was the maniactic laughter from the two lovers.
Clown’s black and red costume was now almost completely red. The blood splattered all across him.
“Oh that was so hot.” Branzy cued gently wiping the remains of brain from Clowns mask before kissing him on the painted mouth a third time.
Clown giggled wiping his bloody hand through Branzy’s hair.
Then Branzy’s attention turned to the third man, his cell keeper. He had watched two of his partners die brutally. Now it was his turn.
Branzy giggled. It had a sharp edge to it. Sharper than the scalpel Branzy was spinning round his fingers.
“Y’know Clown…” Branzy said. Voice calm, mania just barely peeking through. “Instead of putting a blindfold on us like normal people, the guard’s would march us round, guns pointed at the back of our heads, forcing us to look down.
“Oh?” Clown’s voice was also calm, but rage was brewing just beneath.
“And this moron would always push it so hard into the back of my head it would bruise.”
“Oh?” Clown’s fists were clenched now.
“You want to know my first thought when he did it for the first time?”
“What?”
“It was; “For every bruise on my body after this I’m going to pull one of your teeth.”
Clown laughed hysterically.
“I intend to make good on that.” Branzy smiled. He did.
Branzy cut the gag around his assailant’s mouth but before he could speak, Branzy jammed a stick in his mouth to keep it open.
“Let’s see… I got four from getting stuffed in the back of the car.” Branzy picked up a thing of pliers, and tightened it around one of his victims teeth. Branzy didn’t know which one, he was a mob doctor not a dentist. And pulled.
It came out with a glorifying squash sound and a rip. Blood sprayed Branzy’s face. He repeated the process three times.
“Then the three from getting flung in the cell…” Branzy ripped three more out.
The man was trying to scream. It wasn’t working.
“Oh of course the bump on the back of my head from your gun.”
Branzy started to list all the times he was kicked and shoved around by the man.
“And last but certainly not least. The black eye.”
*Squash*
By the end Branzy had pulled fifteen of the man’s teeth and his mouth was a bloody mess.
“Did I tell you why he kicked me in the face?” Branzy asked once he was done.
“No…” Clown asked, amused by the tears and mucus running down the man’s face.
Branzy pulled himself into Clown’s arms.
“He was pointing at my tattoo… saying you had forgotten about me-“
“I would never.” Clown cut him off clinging to Branzy.
“I know!” Branzy replied leaning into Clowns hold. “That’s why I told him you would kill him. But he didn’t like that so he kicked me in the face.”
“So you want me to prove you right.” Clown chuckled.
“Yeeessss. Could you do it in the way you killed that one guy back when we first met?”
“Of course love.” Clown replied taking out his knife. It was a thin red metal blade with jester shaped pins. It was the same knife Clown used to free Branzy, and was the same knife Branzy had caught him with that day in the ally. “But first…”
Clown cut open part of the guys shirt. “I was hoping you would find this naturally but oh well.”
Branzy looked at the guys upper left chest. There were some fresh stitches.
“Hmmm what’s this?” Branzy pondered picking his scalpel up and opening the stitches.
“I wanted to get closer to the heart but I didn’t want to kill him before you got the chance.”
Branzy pulled out a small blood coated box.
Clown suddenly threw his knife into the guys eye socket. As there definitely wasn’t enough blood already. He took the small box from Branzy, before retrieving his knife and stabbed it through the guys skull a couple more times for good measure.
Branzy smiled remembering the murder from that first night. He turned around and gasped.
Turns out the box was a ring box, and Clown was behind him on one knee.
Mask off.
“Branzy, I could go on for literal hours about how much I love you and how perfect you are…”
Clown had silky black hair falling neatly framing his face.
“But I feel like that would get repetitive.”
Clown had deep blue eyes, so dark they basically looked black.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and can’t imagine anyone else by my side.”
His lips were a pale pinkish color.
“I want to kill, and torture more people with you.”
He had a thin scar on the left of his face.
“Branzy Craft will you marry me”
Branzy, luckily, remembered to put down the scalpel before jumping into Clowns arms and screaming various different versions of the word “yes” over and over.
Eventually Clown shut him up by kissing him.