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It came to Clown in a dream. It was the end of Season 3. All the fighting. All the war. The Cleansing. The anarchy. In truth, he hated it. He hated how it felt. He hated his teammates and allies being at risk to be killed and banned. Yet this nightmare… it was different.
It wasn't the same moments as usual. The nightmares normally focus on Rek and Clown running away from the entire server, it focused on the defeat that they both felt. This one was focused on when Subz and Vitalasy killed him. It showed that moment, too many times. He felt at rock bottom. But he couldn’t. Season 4 was just around the corner. It would’ve all been for nothing. He couldn’t just give up. The fighting. The wars he won. The anarchy.
All for nothing.
Then it all faded to black. He woke up.
He wasn't in Season 4 though. It was destroyed. All of it gone.
He looked around him. The trees were dead and there were many colours in the hills. He was for sure in a mesa. Just then, people started to appear. Some he knew, others he didn't know. He couldn’t find who he was looking for. 5 minutes passed. 10 minutes passed. 15 minutes passed. Where was he? Clown knew he would be back, but he wasn't here. Clown would understand if he wasn’t there as he too had another server. He had Friend or Foe, he would understand if he stayed on No Name.
Then he arrived. He was here after all. Clown ran up to him, pulling him into a hug. Everyone else seemed surprised- they had never seen Clown do something like that before. It didn’t matter though. Branzy was here. Alive. And that's all that mattered.
Clown was happy. He was at his home. Lifesteal.