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That’s weird, Branzy isn’t home. “Branzy?” Clown called to no response. He checked his communicator to see if Branzy had died and perhaps respawned somewhere else, again, nothing. Clown froze, What if someone kidnapped Branzy and is now torturing him? How could I let Branzy get kidnapped? Those thoughts lapped over his head as if it was a marathon, He had somehow moved his fingers to type a mis-typed message. “They’ll understand.” He scoffed.
[CLOWNPIERCE]: Hqs amyine szen Branzy?
[REKRAP2]: havent seen him, parrot also didnt see him, he told me to tell you, also are guns allowed on lifesteal?
Clown snorted at Ash’s stupidity but stopped when he remembered Branzy is in danger.
You whisper to ParrotX2: where is he. hand him over.
ParrotX2 whispers to you: idk, didnt rek tell u? I just put up missing posters!
You whisper to ParrotX2: Why would rek tell me? Theres gaps in your story, Parrot.
ParrotX2 whispers to you: My communicator was broken, thats why!
He called Parrot.
“Hello?” Parrot said followed by him shushing someone and muffled screaming.
“Just tell me where he is.” Clown tiredly said, forcing his eyes awake.
“…E-eleven hearts, A-And then I’ll drop the cords.” Parrot nervously said, trying to shut someone.
Branzy removed the fabric on his mouth by biting it repeatedly, followed by removing the tape around his arms and legs by summoning shears from his inventory. He didn’t normally carry a weapon around, but he did carry shears around. He saw Rek lift a gun from the table.
Shit.
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November 14th, 19⬚⬚
“Why do you always carry shears around?” Clown asked Senior Branzy, “Because…I-…Just why not?” Branzy didn’t really have a reason, He liked carrying things around. Just like how he always has a shulker full of weird things he found.
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January 17th 19⬚⬚
Branzy and Clown were Highschool Sweethearts. They didn’t come out to anyone, BUT Vitalasy caught them making out in the locker room after school. He promised not to tell anyone…Then told Jumper who told Minute who told spoke and so on.
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Present time.
“I’ll give you the hearts once you give me the coordinates.” Clown opened up his elder chest while still negotiating with parrot, He grabbed the extra hearts he stored.
10 hearts.
He needed one more.
10 hearts.
He can’t get one more.
10 hearts.
He needs to kill for one more.
“Helloooo?” Parrot’s voice echoed through the empty room, He sighed. Clown always got lost in his maze of memories, Especially when Branzy was mentioned.
Beep!
Clown hung up, He needed one more heart. One more heart to save 𝙝𝙞𝙨 life. Wait, didn’t Parrot owe him a heart? Clown pulled out his communicator.
[CLOWNPIERCE] : Parrot, you owe me a heart. I’m not giving you 11, I’m giving you 10.
[PARROTX2]: fine
Clown sighed a sigh of relief and suddenly blacked out from exhaustion. He opened his eyes and checked the time, 18:43*, it was late and his communicator was beeping a lot. 43 notifications, 17 Missed calls. Most were just spam messages telling him to answer. But right as he was going to check his other notifications, he saw a message from Branzy.
[BRANZYCRAFT]: -h3y guys! …I’m t0tally f1ne ,9nd I d0n’t need help,—-don’t come 1ooking 4 m3, Parrot let me g0 free :)… (*)
[BRANZYCRAFT]: Clown, answer please
Was Parrot really that dumb to not understand Morse code? And the numbers? Atleast he had the cords now.
-301, 90, 1430. Where could that possibly be, Oh right, It’s parrots base. Wow he’s so amazing at hiding Branzy. He got there and broke the door open, not caring about it at all, He saw name tags near him.
“Is that Clown?” Parrot asked Rek, “I don’t kn- HOLY SHIT ITS CLOWN, LIKE ACTUALLY” Rek shouted, swiftly grabbing a gun from the table. Clown signaled for spoke to throw the “SPEED” boots to him, In less than 3 seconds, he was behind Rek.
“Stay still…o-or we’ll shoot him!” Rek stammered and pointed the gun at Branzy ,He knew that Clown didn’t care about his own health but Branzy’s health? That was his first priority.
To protect Branzy.
To love Branzy.
To hold Branzy.
To steal a glance at him and know he’ll glance back.
Clown stayed quiet, going down memory lane. All the short glances, All the admiring, All the k-𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!
A shot through the heart, Branzy’s body slowly collapsed, First his legs, Then his upper body. Clown’s throat tightened, his eyes swelled up. He sprinted to Branzy’s body and held his hand tightly, A hand slowly raised and caressed clowns cheek. ”I’m sorry, I love you.” The hand fell and those violet eyes closed for the last time. “Please god, Don’t take him away from me. Anyone but him.” clown, who was never religious, prayed and prayed.What a sight.
Branzycraft was slain by Rekrap2.
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Spoke got the message immediately, He quickly put in the command.
/Ban ParrotX2.
ParrotX2 left the game.
Clown told him to ban parrot if Branzy dies, And rek if he died.
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“HOLY FUCK! PARROTS BANNED!” Rek shouted, panicking, He grabbed another gun from the table and pulled the trigger.
𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!
𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!
𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!
A shot straight to the head.
A quick death.
Clownpierce was slain by Rekrap2.
/Ban Rekrap2. Spoke put in the command again, and again, It only worked after 5 tries.
Clowns body fell to the ground, besides Branzy’s cold and limp body. His gaze might’ve left Branzy’s amethyst eyes, but his hand never left Branzy’s.
Buried together.
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“Grandpa, whos this?” A child asked their grandfather, “The deadliest man known, and his weakness. Their love was more powerful than any trap in history, Not even death could separate them.” Spoke told the child
“Here lies
Clownpierce and Branzycraft.
A love as good as a poem.
19⬚⬚-20⬚⬚
A shot through the head.
A shot through the heart.”
The grave had those words engraved in it, like a curse.
Black,and white roses were laid on the dirt infront of it.
Black for clown, White for Branzy.