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ClownPierce wakes up. It's bright outside.
He was at the funhouse, having worked overtime to make sure everything was ready for the big opening and fallen asleep on a chair somewhere.
There was a blanket over him, must have been Branzy. Clown doesn't want to admit it, but Branzy is growing on him. It doesn't hurt he did all the redstone for the funhouse for free, and there was a lot of redstone.
He gets up and stretches. The blanket didn't get rid of the back pain sleeping on a chair all night will give you. Part of him wonders why Branzy didn't just move him. The other part of him remembers he would probably have killed him.
He walks around the funhouse, triple checking everything and making sure its all in working order. He wonders where Branzy is, he's thinking a lot about Branzy this morning, isn't he?
Oh, speak of the devil (most people would say he's the devil), there he is. Walking through the front of the tent is a very tired looking Branzy. Must have been up all night. He should talk to him about that, not good for his health.
"Branzy!" Clown waves him over. "How have you been man? Excited for the big day?"
"Yeah I mean, kinda hard to get excited over stuff in this state, you know?"
"What?"
"This whole 'being dead' thing." He really looks at Branzy and realizes he looks way worse than he thought.
"What?" Clown laughs, not fully succeeding in hiding his nerves. "Is this a prank? Are you pranking me?"
"No man, I got banned off the server during the Cleansing. Hard not to die with two hearts and the whole server against you, even with you on my side." He shrugs.
"I- What do you mean? You're here aren't you? Means you got revived."
"Clown. We already did this. We opened the funhouse and killed people, got all the hearts we wanted, all of that. Then the Cleansing happened and we kind of got destroyed. Don't you remember?"
Clown wakes up in his bed. It's still pitch black out.
He does remember. He wishes he didn't.