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Lately he is feeling weirdly... nostalgic. Or maybe regretful? Who knows.

He looks reflection of his eyes on his scythe. Lifeless and dull, he could dare say bored. The eyes of a killer.

Clown feels so unbelievably bare wouldn't his mask on even in the safe walls of his home.

His home that is build into some mountain, everytime he walks in he searches every corner for cameras or weird things that weren't there before. It is a routine that gives him some sort of closure.

He frowns and puts his scythe away. His Rosey away. Sometimes his victims ask if he really named his scythe that. They'd ask why he even named a weapon.

Well Clown is a weapon too and he has a name too, no? If he is deserving of a name his companion too.

Rosey is just the name that speaks to him when he looks at his companion.

Clown stares at the celling and relaxes his body, his tense muscels that were begging for rest finally get it and Clown sighs, content.

Suddenly a alarm rings. The alarms sound are word's 'time for a meal' repeated over and over.

Clown doesn't flinch. He almost expected the alarm. He set that up. How can his body regenerate after a day of work if it doesn't have any vitamins or minerals? He has to take care of his body after all.

Oh how he remembers these times when he couldn't remember when to eat and his body almost given up. Fun times living like that on edge.

Clown stands up and walks over to his phone. Not a burner phone or anything, his actual phone. After a minute he passes all of his 5 passwords. And turns off the alarm.

It's time to make himself a meal.

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Clown raises his scythe up. Seens a clear opening. It's almost laughable how easy it is to slice the head off and see the blood pour out at him.

Warm and welcoming, just like always.

"Clown! YOU MONSTER! WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?!"

Clown, covered in blood from head to toe, his whole attire ruined. But that's what he sighed up for after all. That's how this line of job goes.

"Someone put up a good bounty on him. It was much better than what you were offering me." Clown didn't raise his voice. He never raises his voice that would mean he feels something. But he doesn't. He is a weapon. Weapon's don't feel. They listen.

"B-but, I thought we had something? Weren't we friends?! Weren't we laughing and celebrating together? Doesn't that mean anything?"

'The doesn't that mean anything to you' is left unsaid. But Clown thinks it sounded more like he was asking that himself. 

"I mean, you guys were laughing and celebrating. I was enjoying free rations." That was the truth Clown seen them as only employeers. Nothing more pure business. That how work went.

The conversation was done here. Clown did his job it's time to go and get his payment. This didn't mean anything and Clown felt nothing.

Walking away like that was a second nature to him.

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"Hmm"

He hummed as he was doing some simple equations seeing how much calories and other foods he would have to eat so nothing in his body would hurt or make his work harder. 

His joins were annoying lately so some more protein than usual for sure.

It's also getting cold it would do him some good to eat some more calories and get some fat on his bones.

Oh and some iron... his anemia is acting up again. It's really not good when he is that easily out of breath, it is not good too if he gets in some long battle like that.

So today something with protein, calories and iron... maybe some steak? And chicken? Meat with meat?

Why not. Maybe some potatoes on the side will be good too.

But all of that sounds really dry... should make some sauce too? But that would be too much work... maybe he has some leftovers?

With sigh he walks over to his fridge opens it and looks thought the filled shelves.

Some broccoli, cheese, cabbage. Oh there are the potatoes... And cottage cheese. Yeah that would be good, some cottage cheese with spring onion and normal onion, salt and pepper and done.

Clown takes our any necessary ingredients and finally gets to cooking.

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"Good. Now do 100 swings of each weapon here."

"B-but Master. There are 10 weapons and i'm h-hungry.." Young Clown clenched his arms around his stomach with a studder. He knows that it's usseles to argue but maybe just, maybe-

"Listen, child. Don't you want to train? The path of a weapon is a hard one, you can back down any time you want. But I'm just trying to prepare you for the worst." The man not angry at all just pets his head.

Clown knew that his Master is forgiving and calm, like a worthy mentor. Like a respectable weapon.  But Clown anyway expected harsh words and a slap.

Clown can't help but respect him let determination fill his body as he nods and takes the first weapon that is a simple sword and start swinging.

His master with patent stare watches and tells him to repeat if he didn't made the swing correctly.

He knew that his Master would reward him after with a feast. Master is just training his durability, and besides the swinging isn't even the worst exercise Master could told him to do.

Clown learned to forget how it is to be hungry. It is just a usseles feeling, he would eat later anyway, right now he is training, and he has to train. Or he won't achieve his goal.

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The food smells amazing. Clown really outdid himself this time. With a content sigh Clown puts on his big plate a good portion of each food he made and started to dig in.

He opened his mouth and put the fork with some steak and potatoes in and started chewing, then swallowed.

And the cycle repeat. Put the fork in, chew, swallow. Put the fork in, chew, swallow. Stab, take out Stab again, next bounty. Stab, take out Stab again, next bounty. Stab, take out Stab again, next bounty.
Stab-

"Whoops..."

Clown got lost in thoughts and stabbed his tigh with fork. Well accidents happen. And besides it's not that deep.

He swiftly takes out the fork and continues eating.

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"Eat."

"It's a dead human." Teenage Clown freezes as he stares at the fresh corpse of the first man he had killed. He was still warm...

"Clown. What will you do if you are woudn't rations and anything you can eat is a human body of your victim."

"Eat them." Clown breathed out. He didn't stutter anymore. Weapons don't stutter they are unfeeling and emotionless.

"Good, child. Dig in."

Clown kneels down and takes the arm he sliced off the man before he killed him. He opened his mouth and-

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Clown takes a deep breath and sits on the cold floor. The wound stopped bleeding and his mind wandered out and a bad memory crossed his mind. A really bad one. The taste off the meat fresh in his mouth.

Oh how he wanted to vomit right now. But he can't be a baby. He can't fuck up. He has to keep it in. Weapons don't feel.

He stands up from the floor finishes his meal. Determined, he can't fail not after everything. He put too much effort. If he fails there he fails apart completely. He. Can't. Fail.

Clown looks at the clock on his wall. It's almost four pm. Still a lot of time to kill. Too much. Clown is after his job. And he has fresh groceries in fridge. So it would be useless to go to the town right now if not for some entertainment. 

Staying here would mean more staring at the wall or manically cleaning and sharpening his Rosey.

What should he do?

Should he go to the town? Or stay here?

Even after all this time Clown has problems making decisions, Weapon's shouldn't make decisions, they should listen and do, not make them.

Whatever, the time flies faster when Clown has something to do. So to the town it is.

He stands up from his chair and gets ready, puts on his clown attire and gets ready to leave.

Clown checks 3 times if any skin is visible and takes Rosey and goes up to his door. Opens it, walks trough it and closes the door.

The scent of forest hits his nose and he, pleased sighs. It is truly refreshing everytime. The forest never ceases to amaze him.

With Rosey strapped to his back he takes the path to the town. The familiar trodden path under his feet is a familiar feeling and a welcome one.

It is truly a beautiful day. The birds are chirping ignoring the small giggles of the small bells on his boots and clown hat.

The blue sky is really visible even from his mask that messes up with his field of vision.

The walk is uneventful and quiet. Just like Clown likes it.

When he steps into the town that is more like a city, heads turn. Whispers following him whenever he goes, rude comments yelled his way, some people even asking him for his number.

Clown doesn't care he just ignores all these comments the attention. Right now he has one thing on his mind. And that is grabbing a cup of lemon balm tea.

Of course his paranoid brain can't help but panic at that thought. What if someone would poison his tea?

But after a deep breath he calms down.

It's alright. He had build up a immunity to most of drugs and poison so he wouldn't even be affected. And besides nobody in general public knows who he is. Nobody who shouldn't know doesn't know. And that's how it will stay.

His feet carry him to the quiet and simple tea shop. It's not some rich place or anything, but it's simple. Clown doesn't feel there that much on edge as he is in most public places. Not many people come here. Most people would just go to a coffee shop.

But coffee is unhealthy and it's better to not be addicted to anything. Someone could use something so primitive as an addiction to coffee against him.

Tea is healthy and warm. It is not as addictive as the energy rush from coffee so that's good.

But it's not like he doesn't like tea either. The two drinks are good.

He stands in front of the tea shop lost in thought. After few minutes the owner and at the same time cashier yell to him.

"Hey! Clowny!! Come innn!"

His mind comes back and he curses under his breath that was so freaking dangerous. Getting his guard down in a public space. Someone could just end him right here.

Clown opens the door to the tea shop and the owner smiles brightly at him. Happy to see him.

His mind can't comprehend how can anyone be happy to see him. But he brushed that thought off.

'Hello." Clown keeps his replies short, just to be polite. Looking at the guy Clown feels something in his chest best franticly. But he keeps his breath steady. His eyes looking straight into the yellow pupils.

"Zam."

"Clown!! Hello man. It's been a long time my dear, dear, dear friend Clown!" He feels the corners of his scared chipped dry lips turn upwards but he forces them down. Even tho he has mask he can't stop. Weapons are quiet and unfeeling.

"What will it be today? Some earl gray? Forest fruit? Apple and raspberry? Only raspberry? Strawberry?" The owner happily bounces up and down seemingly a ball of energy.

"lemon balm"

"Hmm. Great choice just like always. Sometimes I am jealous of your taste in tea it really is something. Do you want only lemon balm or have it with something else?" Zam types something into the cash register and waits for his answer.

Clown puts his gloves hand on his clothed chin in thought.

"Some, honey, and quince juice ... please." His voice is not quiet. It's calm and horasse because of how he didn't speak for so long.

Zam nodded and typed some more in th cash register and started to print the receipt. "Okay it will be ... 6:15 Dollars!"

The owner smiled again each time it felt like it was brighter than the last and Clown surpassed any twitch from the corner of his lips and just nodded.

Clown took out some money he took and put a ten dollar bill on the lad. And just walked away to wait for his tea.

"ASH GET YOUR ASS TO WORK! LEMON BLAM TEA WITH QUINCE JUICE AND HONEY!"

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"Give me a lemon balm tea with quince juice and honey. To go." Clown slapped a ten dollar bill on the lad and walked away to wait for his tea.

"Gee, not even a 'please' or 'thank you'?" The current cashier complained. As he typed in the tea in the cash register and took the bill. "Do you want the change?"

....

.... 

"Okay so you don't want the change. Ash! Make a lemon balm tea with quince juice and honey, to go you lazy bitch!" The cashier yelled at their coworker as it was a rush hour and he can't make 10 orders at once.

"Zam.... Don't you love me?" A male with a long black hair braided into one big braid with purple highlights and brow skin with purple eyes.

The coworker whined and hugged the cashier from behind and put their head on cashier's shoulder. The cashier got .... red? What a weird sight.

Clown doesn't understand what is going on In front ot him at all. Why aren't they making his tea? 

"Ash go make the tea or I'm firing you."

"Okay fan." The coworker, annoyed left the cashier and started to work with the cashier on orders and Clowns tea was done in few minutes.

Because of Clowns mask he couldn't normally drink it so he went all the way back to his home with the tea and then he could finally drink it.

It was probably tastier than how Clown expected it to be. 

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The tea still tastes the same. Clown smiles as he takes another sip form the warm paper cup. 

Drinks always taste the best in the corners of his own home.

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"Clown! There you are my terrifying circus Clown!" Branzy walks up to Clown with a wide smile as he gives him affectionate pat on the shoulder.

"Branzy." He greets his boss with a nod of his head and ignores how something so brief as a pat on a shouder left him feeling so uncomfortable and put his guard up more than it was before.

"Glad you are looking better after that time in 2 v 1 with Mane and Flame. To be honest I didn't knew you could bleed untill I saw you baerly standing with two bodies on the floor, covered in blood." Branzy says it as if to tease him. As if trying to get a reaction out of him.

Branzy is like that, a coward, trying to get a rise out of him bit once Clown takes out Rosey he shuts up. But Branzy is still a person who holds the weapon, and weapon is nothing more than an obedient piece of metal.

"Yes, I remember that day. What of it?" Clown makes sure to make his voice sound flat. He feels satisfaction as he sees Branzy flinch. It is truly entertaining to watch those fearful eyes. Branzy does have nice purple eyes.

"N- nothing." Then Branzy just stands there for a longer moment just staring at Clown's mask.

Clown wonders what does he think about? Does he wonder what's under it or how terrifying it is. If Clown takes off his mask, how will he react. Will he get scared of his eyes? Of his black unfeeling eyes? Will he look at Clown's scars with respect and wonder where he got them from?

Scars are warriors trophies of battle after all.

Or will he be disgusted? Will he vomit even?

"You looked really, really human then. It kinda made me realise that I don't even know what you are. Are you a hybrid? Some kind of Void creature? A Demon? Clown what are you?"

That made Clown's mind stop. What was he? That's a stupid question. Clown is a weapon ready for people to use. He was about to answer when something stopped him.

Is he really a weapon? He knows his race is pure human. But he is also a weapon. How does it even work? Humans aren't items, they aren't weapons. But everyone seem to be treating him like one-

Well Zam treats him like his customer and a friend, Ash treats him like a nuisance that steals his boyfriends attention, Branzy treats him like a wild animal that can lash out any second.

"I'm a weapon." He manages to say with forced calm tone that doesn't shake. He doesn't hesitate, the pause wasn't proof of anything.

"Looks like you are hesitating Clown. Did I hit a nerve? Maybe I finally figure out how you tic?" Branzy takes a step closer to Clown making him take out Rosey and point it straight at his neck. It is a reflex. Reflex obtained from endless fights and people always trying to take the element of suprise to try and kill him.

"A-ah. Right. You are really sharp... Literally.." Branzy backs down with hitched breath as sweat gathers on his forehead.

"Go, away." It is truly ridiculous how a weapon is ordering it's master around. He raises his scythe. With his eyes he sees hundreds of openings, he can think of even more ways to kill Branzy right now. It would be so easy. So fucking easy to just-

Branzy's eyes widen and he starts to shake as he stares Clown Pierce in the eyes. It this is what his victims see when he takes them out? Well he isn't jealous at all!

"A-ah u-uhm s-so. The Overlord is calling you.. I'mgonnagobye-"

Clown hummus pleased as Branzy run's off completely terrified.

He doesn't know why his voice can be scary. His clown attire is scary for sure but his voice is rather, normal. But he is not gonna complain it is quite useful for when he needs to intimate someone.

The Overlord is calling him for something... Hopefully it will be another mission.

He feared he might have lost some of his edge after his time recovering, hopefully it won't be too difficult. His muscles feel really sore.

With a sigh Clown straps his Rosey back to his back and starts to walks down the hall of headquarters of Safety Coalition. Or SC for short. 

SC is a legal organisation appointment by the government to protect the civilians from the new wave of criminals that came with discrimination against hybrids or any begins that are not fully human. 

Clown's job is to eliminate the biggest threats, only the underworld has an idea of who Clown Pierce is. He just has to do his job, the rest will be cleaned and covered, they made it look like some gang fight or an accident.

In his life he had done many atrocities, and SC made a deal with him that if he is gonna be their weapon untill his death they will pardon him and cover anything up. Right now he lives a calm life with some killing from time to time. 

But from what information he can access a resistance has formed and it's a headache for the SC. And that means more work for him. 

He stops Infront of an elevator and clicks the button for elevator to arrive. 

The other workers of SC turn their heads at him and whisper to one another, Clown pays it no mind, it's always this way. There probably already are rumours about him. Probably more than he can imagine. But his job and his identity is a classified information that none of the common workers know. 

As the elevator arrives with a ring he walks in. There are already two people in the elevator having some kind of conversation.

When he walks in they turn their heads and stop talking, visibly started by him. 

And just like that go by minutes as the 3 of them go up to the top floor where the Overseer is. 

As the elevator arrives with a ring the two almost run off as if their life mattered and he just nonchalantly walks up to the doors to the office of the Boss of the SC. 

The office turn's into whispers as he walks by. Some stare at him others whisper to their coworkers about some rumours about him. Other try to be loud and get his attention. 

Clown stops In front of the door of the boss. The overlord or overseer as he calls himself. Not many workers are permitted to even walks in his office as the boss is rather secretive, but Clown is a special case.

He gently knocks and only walks in when he hears a soft 'come in'. 

He walks in and the office is the same as always. Clown has to admit that the Overseer has a rather special style in decorating his office. 

Different shades of purple and even pink on the walls with paintings of himself on the walls. The paintings are rather exaggerated, showcasing him to be big and masculine with many muscles doing some kind of pose. Of course in every painting his face is somehow always covered. 

"Ah Clown the Pierce. My twin soul as broken and disgusting as me. Just on time like always." Overseer stood up from his desk and he much like Clown his every inch of skin is covered by some kind of fabric.

His voice sends shivers down Clown's spine. 

It always made him feel weird when Overlord would praise him or say that they are the same. In some way he just wants to hear more. Hear more praises, do better do what he can to just hear more. Maybe just maybe if he tries hard enough these things will happend to be true and Overlord isn't just lying to him. 

"Overlord, you must remember that I don't have a soul." He said instead of 'thank you' or 'please don't stop speaking.' 

Overseer just laughs with his weird laugh of his. As if mocking Clown as if he was just a bug that he could crush with his thumb.

"Clown Pierce. When you where 7 you both parents had killed themselves because of how much debt they had been in. It had also turned out that they were drugies, addict's, abusers The government wanting to get you out of their hair, passed you to us." Overlord turns his head to look at him. 

"Since then you were in the property of SC and of course, we had to take care of you. The public would be mad if we had just left a child that legally was ours, in some orphanage." Overseer slowly walked from behind his desk as his hand traced the edges of it.

"The last boss of SC made the right choice to keep you." He picked up some folder and lazyly looked through it "We had tried to make you finish your education in public or private schools but you just started to injure yourself, your teacher's or your peers. At the age 17 we put you in training with our last weapon. And you finally found yourself."

Clown can hear a smug smile in his voice, he knows what that means, Overlord is just showing him that he has full control over him. That he knows what makes Clown tic.

"Gotta say making you fight to death with that old fart was the best entertainment. Good think I had recorded it." He had closed the folder and the sound almost made him flinch 

"Good thing that you still remember my biography."

"Oh-ho" Overseer crossed his arms and walked up to him with some kinds of folder. "You are my favourite worker here. Alone just like me. Anyway. Here, I want you to spy this person for 24 hours and give me a raport after." Overlord gives him the folder and Clown holds it like it's treasure. Careful to not accidentally tear it he opens it and reads what's inside. 

His breath hitches and he hopes that Overlord didn't heard it. 

On the folder was Prince Zam. Owner of the tea shop that Clown happend to buy tea from. In Clown's mind Zam's smile flashes how he would always just yell at his coworker to do his tea and get started on the orders. How he would try to talk with Clown, how he never looked at him as if he didn't belong. Only with annoyance or happiness. 

"Overlord, this is a normal civilian." 

"And I'm asking you to stalk-spy, spy on him." 

Clown understands that it is the end of conversation and so he walks to the door and leaves. 

Guess this is his work for the next 24 hours. Spy missions are his least favourite. Mostly because he would have to dress like civilian and so he wouldn't be covered up as much as he'd like. Someone would of course notice when a scary clown spyies on them.  

The mission starts tomorrow at midnight. Guess he better starts preparing...

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"HaHAHAHA, look at this loser! Look at his eyes! He has probably killed someone!"

"He is really scary"

"I heard his both parents had killed themself because of how scary he is..."

"I heard he eats raw meat for lunch!"

"He has such sharp teeth."

"Girl don't talk to that dude." 

And many more he had heard them all. All of their insults. All of their shitty jokes. He has enough. The wounds on his thigh, arms, ankles, chest, stomach are not enough to satisfy his wish for blood. 

"Hey, buddy. How are you holding up?" A teacher walked up to him smile on his face but he knows better. He knows better than that. He knows how if he actually open up the teacher will act like it's his fault.the teacher will try to twist his words. 

He knows better than talk to this joke of a person. 

But he doesn't know better than bringing a knife to school and stabbing several teacher's students and then himself with it. 

Of course he survives just like always. Just like always he lives. This time they try to get him into some catholic school. 

The catholic school was horrible. He had to witness his male teachers ogle anything that looked at least little female, his peer's included. He doesn't know if it's what the SC want. Does it want him to just completely break and kill himself or wait until he stabs  another shitty teacher. 

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It's first time in few years when he goes out looking normal. Trying to cover most of his scars he wore a hoodie and some jeans. But that doesn't even work as scars on his hands and neck are probably really visible. He was about to just stay on a roof Infront of Zam's apartment complex but some person was already there.

"Damn.." Clown cursed to himself as he realised that fucking Branzy one of his bosses, was sitting there with a cigarette in his mouth. Instantly Clown felt disgust for the man. 

Branzy turns his head to look at him and stares with wide eyes and his face gets all red and he just continues to stare. 

"Hello?" Branzy throws away the cigarette and takes a step in his direction as if in trance.

After minute of just Branzy staring he takes another step, then another until he is in front of Clown with a nervous smile and red face.

"H-hey. U-uhm you are so pretty and I know you have people lining up to atleast talk to you but can I get your number?"

"I'm sorry what-"

"O-oh and also please don't kill yourself you are so pretty." 

"What."

This is gonna be a long night...

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Clown's nose is hit with a really strong smell of alcohol, bad memories long buried, resurface into his mind The sound of a glass bottle shattering. Small pieces of glass digging into his neck, back, hands.

The blood on his hands red and cold as he tries to take out the grass with his sticky from blood chubby hands. 

"Ohh please tell me that you are into men.." 

Clown didn't know what to do. 

His boss, one of the people that have the highest rank in all of SC is currently clinging to his arm as they sit on the roof taht is in front of an apartment complex where the person he has mission to spy on is.  

"Can you stop?" He asks cold and tries to push Branzy away. The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of cigarettes make him snicker. 

The man drunkingly stumbles away from him with a giggle, and a drunk smile."Can I get your number?" 

"If I give it to you will you leave me alone?" 

"I p-promise sunshine." The nickname makes him pause for a minute. As he takes a deep breath into his lungs trying to ignore the discusting smell and calms down. 

No one ever called him sunshine, not Overseer, not his parents, not anyone else.

"Give me your phone." 

Branzy stumbles on himself looking trough his pockets for his phone. When he eventually find it and unlocks it, he gives it to Clown with some weird smile as his face gets more red by second.

Clown finds the message app with ease types some random number in and gives it to Branzy. 

"Leave." 

Branzy only giggles and walks away.

Finally alone Clown sits on the edge as he checks his own phone.

It's 1 am. Few more hours to go untill sunrise. 

With nothing better to do he tries to find Zam's window with his eyes. And not too long after he finds a window with a paper sticked to it with word 'gayland' written on it with rather messy hand writing.

Clown sighs as he saw the word and decided to just sit and wait. Maybe keep an ear out for some strange sounds. 

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"So you are Clown Pierce. Truly interesting. What do you think about my garden of Cein?" 

The new Boss of the SC asks him as Clown sits on the bench cleaning his Rosey. 

"It is, magnificent Overlord." 

"Good, good. You are gonna be my favourite from now on." Overlord sits besite him and puts his arm on Clowns shouder. 

The cloghted arm doesn't burn with immense heat that a normal person would carry but it is not comfortable.

"Is that good or bad Overlord?" Clown truns his head and the bells on his clown mask ring softly.

Overseer ignores him and with his hand he grabs his shoulders and clenches his hands as is showcasing his strength. Clown stiffes. That is gonna leave a bruse."In this world you are gonna make it only alone. That is why i disowned my own brother. And you will duel your master for the place of weapon of Safety Coalition." 

The touch just as quickly appeared it disappeared and appeared as fast arpund his neck. The Overseer grabs it as if it was his own property, as if Clown was nothing more than a weapon.

"And you Clown are gonna win." 

He spits out his name as if it was an insult that he should ba ashamed of.

The grip is getting tighter and tighter and it's getting hard to breathe, Clown's body starts to shake as he surpasses his natural ugres to force the Overlord off him. 

"Understood?"

He doesn't know if he even has the strength to fight back as Overlord crushes his neck as if it were a stick.

"Y-yes sir."

And just like that Overseer let's him go with a laugh.

"Haha. Good boy Clown, obedient to your master as you should be. You are my favourite." 

Clown coughs as he starts to breathe again. Fuck.  

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It's 6 am when Zam comes out of his apartment building. His coworker Ash behind him. 

Now that makes him wonder. Why live with your employee? What is Zam getting out of this? Well that's the first suspicious thing he notes in his small note book he had stolen when he was going around the town.

Clown jumps off the building onto some balcony then to some windowsill to alley where he comes out to trail the pair. 

The coworker seems to be complaining as Zam drags him to different shops buying different ingredients to make different tea.

So probably restocking. Clown thinks as he trails behind them while trying to look as least conspicuous as posable. 

It of course is pretty hard consenting that it's 6 am and no one is out. 

After good hour of them just going around shops the coworker says something to Zam and walks straight into his direction. 

Clown deciding to just walk into some shop as last dich effort for the coworker to stop going after him. And maybe the presence of other people would stop him from trying to confront Clown and he woudn't case a scene and not try anything but he anyway walks in with a death glare set at Clown as he ignores people in his way and goes straight for Clown. 

Then he just grabs Clowns arm and leads him out of the shop into some alley. He was too shocked by the physical touch, the burning from coworkers hand making his brain stop working for a moment. 

Then the coworker let him go and pushed him against the wall and held his hoodie In a death grip.

"Did Overseer send you?" 

As the words registered into his brain he snapped back from his mind and pushed the coworker back with little to no effort. It was clear that Zam's coworker was on the skinny side woudn't many muscle mass. 

They locked eyes with each other. The coworkers angry purple eyes and his black bored ones.

"... are you the Penetrator?" 

"I am what now?" 

"My brother was yapping about Jester Penetrate begin his private assassin or something."

Clown's brain stopped. Overlord did say something about disowning his own brother. Actually everytime Overseer was doing some kind of monologue he would atleast say something about dead-to-him-brother. And theirs voice's sounded worrying similar. And flexing that he had a assassin wrapped arpund his finger is something Overlord would do. 

"Well that's interesting." 

The coworker or Overlords brother looked more mad by second as he tried to clumsingly grab Clown but he just doged it with not much effort. 

"Tell me who send you!" 

With a sigh Clown decided to just leave and act like nothing happened as Overlord's brother followed him, angry.

After a second he saw Zam, he was where Clown last saw him so that was good. Overlord's brother decided it was best idea to just grab his arm again and drag Clown to the target of his.

The touch was too much as he had tried to push Overseer's brother away but before he could do anything or even prepare himself they were infront of Zam who had looked at Overlord's brother confused.

"Hey, bro, look this is my friend from high school. I know, I know he looks emo as fuck." Clown doesn't have any doubts about him and Overlord are brothers. Overseer actually said something similar recently.

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"Clown why are you so emo?" Overlord started their conversation with these words as Clown walked into his garden of cain. 

"Overlord what does 'emo' mean?" Clown only could say that before Overlord brust into laughted. Loud and mocking.

"Freaky Clown Pierce I love you"

"What?"

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"Hello, my name is David." Clown had just picked some name last minute as Zam looked at him up and down. 

"He is freshly back from the psych-ward and his family disowned him because he is trans." Overlord's brother give him a shit-eating grin as Zam gave him a sympathetic stare.

"I know how that feels when your parents don't support you. You can stay in my apartment if you want!" Clown forces Overlord's brothers hand off his arm and takes a step back. He must look very pitiful because Zam made a weird face.

"Oh my God. Ash your friend is so cute his cheeks look soo soft-hehehheheidi-" 

"Zam calm down or you'll scare the guy." Overlord's brother flicks Zam's forehead with an annoyed sigh. 

"Don't we still have shopping to do Zam?" Overlord's brother or rather Ash said as he put his hand on Zam's waist and gestured for Clown or 'David' to follow. 

"Calm down we were almost done anyway. We only have to get some honey- Hey Davi- can I call you that or is it too girly?" Zam looked at him with curiosity as he put his arm on Ash's shouder.

Clown only nodded and followed with some distance . 

"Okay so Davi do you want something? Some food, drinks?"

"Some tea is okay." 

"Ohhh! I have this tea shop I run currently, we are doing some restocking, when we are done I'm gonna make you the best tea you'll ever had." Zam smiles at him all pure and innocent. If Clown wasn't thinking of how weird it felt to just listen to their chatter. How Zam just accepted him. 

Ash had probably just decided that the best way to make sure he doesn't do anything wrong is to just keep him close. It's probably the best outcome anyway. This way Clown can monitor  Zam from close up and it wouldn't be suspicious at all. Less trouble for him and less trouble for Ash that is currently starting at him.

After going in some another shop Zam took 3 big jars with honey and went to cashier and paid for it. 

Then he had to go to a different shop for different toppings.

Then he had to buy different tea from different shops because not all tea that are dold in some place 

Then he had to buy some cute cat stickers.

Then it was around 8 am when they were finally finished. For the hour Clown was walking with them, Ash was staring at Clown as if he was bout to do something unforgettable, especially when Clown was little closer to Zam than he should. As if that if he takes his eyes off Clown, Zam will die just like that. 

"Okay now we are going to my pretty, pretty little tea shop. Then you will get the best tea in your life!" 

Ash and Zam were carrying most of the bags from shopping. Clown only carried some plastic bags with some tea. 

(When no one was looking he had checked what kind of tea they use. Just so he could buy some for himself.) 

Clown could probably carry all the bags woudn't breaking a sweat, he had tried asking Zam but he had said that he was a guest and he shouldn't even propose something like that. 

"Oh and by the way. You have an accent right?" They were still pretty far away from the tea shop and Zam was probably trying to make a conversation so it wouldn't be so silent. 

Ash looked at him, interested.

"Yeah my parents were imigrants from the Netherlands." Even tho his parents were gone and probably never really cared for him he didn't feel any sadness. They were horrible, if he had seen them again in hell he would 100% try and kill them himself. 

"Your parents what-"

"Don't worry they killed themselves when I was in psych-ward." He of course lied about the psych-ward part and when they killed themselves. If he wants to be close to Zam he would have to get as many pity from him as possible.

Silence, Zam and Ash looked at him when he said that as if he killed his parents himself. 

"I'm sorry... oh- uh- l-look we are h-here!" Zam trying to sound excited pointed at the shop with a forces smile and went inside as fast as possble. 

"Okay bro. What the fuck?" Ash turned his head and furrowed his brows at him.

"What I'm just saying half truths and helping with your story." Clown put his hand on his chin in thought had he done something wrong will Zam just start ignoring him or something? Well that would be making his job more difficult.

"No- it's just- can you stop begin so emo? You are scaring him. If you say one more depressing thing Zam will have a melt down and start apologising for no reason." Ash stated as if it was well known fact that all of the world should know as he glared at Clown.

"Oh. Okay." So Zam was one of those emotional types. It would be good to remember that information.

Seeing that Ash is just silent Clown decided to just follow Zam and walk in to the tea shop.

Why human interactions are so restricting? Should Clown just act like a different person or speak freely? He would have to live trought the rest of 16 hours near Zam in some way so he should try and be more approachable.

This spying thing wasn't in his job registration, he is an assassin not a spy. Why trying to do anything in public is so difficult.

With a sigh Clown sat at one of the tables in the tea shop and just started into space. Zam probably wouldn't even let him do some cleaning on his own. It's better to think of questions he should ask Overlord as the mission is over.

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It's 10 am and he is just siting at some table in Zam's tea shop.

Currently Ash the Overlord's brother is sitting in front of him with a glare.

"ASH GET YOUR ASS HERE THERE ARE LIKE 10 DIFFERENT ORDERS I HAVE TO DO!!!" Zam practically begged from behind the lad, trying to everything at once, customers impatiently waiting in line sending glares at Ash and Zam now wanting to wait much longer.

"Okay, okay my very patient and loving boyfriend." He stood up creally not wanting to do his work. But anyway started doing orders.

Who knew people in the morning would drink tea? Not Clown he comes here 6 or 4 pm. Most of the time when he is here tes shop would be almost empty.

A certain white head walked into the shop with his friend. They stood in line for a moment, ordered what they wanted, and looked for empty seats as their order was made.

"So as you know i was very sad because he was so beautiful and gorgeous and-"

"Branzy?"

Branzy couldn't believe what he saw. The man from his dream. The man that gave him the wrong number when he literally begged him to. He looked even more beautiful now.

His black hair long from the back touching his neck. It looks choppy and rough but also so charming. From the hair covering his neck Branzy can see few scars peeking out, and oh boy do they look so pretty. His eyes are so lovable and cute, they have that cold and calculated look in them. His face sharp and his skin white as if he is a vampire. His lips are pretty baby pink and there is a scar going trought them.

The beautiful stranger has a normal grey hoodie on contrasting his really pale skin. And jeans.

His big calloused hands have many little scars on them, some bigger ones are peeking out from behind his hoodie's sleeves.

"-Nzy, Branzy!" Rekrap his best friend lightly punched him to snap him out of his thoughts as he was staring at the beautiful stranger.

"Rekrap. It's him! Parker I'm gonna pass out he is even more beautiful now. I want him to get me pregnant or the other way around I don't care! I want to be in his vicinity 24/7 I-" Rekrap put his hand on Branzy's mouth and sushed him.

"Okay Branzy you have been rambling about him to me for too long. Try to act normal and maybe he will give you his number. I don't want to listen to more of you just talking about this guy."

Branzy stopped listening to Rekrap anyway. This beautiful stranger looks so beautiful, oh how he wants to just ask him out, ask for his number and pray that this time it's the right one.

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His head hurts. He shouldn't drink that much. But he just couldn't. It was too much, his wife... rather his ex-wife...

He still can't grasp on that his wife died from cancer. And last night he just wanted to escape and not think about it all.

He had been so lost and just-

Right that beautiful person that he harassed when he was drunk. He was different from his wife, from her blond hair, her pretty blue eyes. She was that one perfect blond girl.

And he looked so... dead. Like a walking corpse. But he was also beautiful like that. Like a dying flower. Or some other tragic thing that is pretty but dead. He is too hangover for analogies like that.

Come to think of it he has asked that person for his number. Hopefully it was the right one.

He harshly had tried to sit up, but his head pounded and the world was spinning so much he fell back on to his bed again.

"BRANZY! BRA-... Branzy where you out drinking again?" Rekrap stormed into his room angrily yelling then looking at him annoyed.

"I met the prettiest man on the planet."

"Are you gay-?"

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After than, it was some scolding from Rek and showering changing clothes, they had plans already and Branzu forgot about them. Rek was pretty angry after he forgot about them hanging out today.

When he told Rek what happend at the roof with taht starnger Rekrap was, not happy about him begin drunk and harassing and an innocent man.

Branzy too felt guilty, and looking at the pretty man it's rather easy to connect the dots about him going through hell and back. And now he made that beautiful person's life harder.

He nervously breathed in and out as he walked up to the beautiful stranger.

"H-hey? I'm sorry for last night, I was drunk and didn't know what I was doing." He tried to not look at the beautiful man, but his eyes seemed to always come back to look into his beautiful eyes with his perfect face and-

"Okay."

His voice is heavenly, but at the same time it's weirdly similar. Branzy can feel his knees giving out and his face getting so red.

"But I still wanted to ask about your number, oh and by the way I'm Branzy." He tried not to sound as if he was gonna cry from how beautiful this man was from how his eyes seemed to know everything.

"David."

"H-huh?"

"That's my name. I don't trust you with my phone number." That's... not ideal but not tragic either? Tho he is not gonna lie that he is happy that David didn't gave him his number. But he is still kinda happy with the outcome nonetheless.

He felt giddy and so happy just begin in David's presence makes him so happy.

"Oh and hi I'm Branzy's friend, Rekrap. Nice to meet you."

Then it was silent, save for few coughs from Branzy to try and not make it so awkward.

"Okay."

Rekrap face palmed, the slap could be heard in the whole tea shop by the workers and the clients.

Rekrap freezes he didn't mean it to be so loud and embarrassed he his his face in his hands.

"Ignore Rek he is.... special."

More silence it's as if Dave is doing it to make Branzy cry from how awkward it is. What should he even do? Start begging for David's number? Cry? Kiss David? Kill himsel-

"Okay."

Branzy felt like face palming too. But he would also like to kiss the person in front of him. Truly a hard choice to chose.

"Hey, did someone told you before that you are very handsome?"

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"Clown? Did someone even told you that you look handsome?"

"No Overseer." He answers wouldn't missing a beat, it's not a hard question, everyone he had talked to had insulted him and cursed him out.

"Good, you look fucking disgusting." The words were spat out like an insult as if he was gonna spit in Clown's face any moment now.

And even so Overseer was intentionally staring at him after ordering Clown to take off his mask.

Overlord had his usual glitches all over his face that made Clown's head hurt and his eyes sore, on some places there were glitches too but smaller and they weren't as intense.

But still Overlord would get mad or even disappointed if Clown wouldn't look at him, at his glitching face that made his eyes hurt his brain too overwhelmed, too intense.

"I bet when you look at yourself in the mirror you just want to pluck your eyes out because of how much you hate them." At this point Overseer grabs his jaw, not harshly, not even roughly grabbing it just to make him hurt and have bruises later on. He just grabbed in, almost gentle almost with fondness.

His face getting close to Clown's, he can't recognise if it's Overseer's breath on his face or just the way that his face warms up that he feels so hot.

Overlord's probably mought is close to his ear and he speaks, not loud to make his eardrums hurt. "Void, you are pathetic."

It almost sounds like a praise, as if he was telling some kind of secret.

Currently Clown is on his knees, in front of him is Overlord half bend down so they are face to face or face to ear?

He hears a chuckle and sees Overlord standing back up, feels the cold hands leaving his jaw leaving cold skin behind. A wave of relief washes over him, the closeness made him terrified, it made him want to bury himself in a hole.

"Not even a flinch. The Clown Pierce is really above mortals, to me people are bugs but you to me are a- ..." Overlord's voice is back to it's commanding tone authority and ego dripping from it in waves.

"But to me you are my pet. You are my favourite little pet Clown Pierce."

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Branży and Rekrap try to make some small talk with him, some normal conversation or just anything to get to know him. He admired their determination. But he is not interested in romance and even if it would be a restricting to have a partner, his line of work is how it is and putting them in danger walking around them on egg shells so they wouldn't know his secret. It all would just be better to live alone. 

But after two painful hours they finally give up and leave, Clown in the meantime had drank way to much tea, raspberry, apple, strawberry, peach, chamomile, nettle. And more tea than Clown could imagine, don't get him started in the toppings and syrups. 

Zam was even worried about him after his 6th cup. 

"David what are you thinking about?" Ash asks as he with Zam are closing the cafe, it was extremely uneventful day. Most of the customers just gave him small glances and pitiful stares, nothing new. 

The cafe closes at 6 on and right now it is 6 pm too. This had probably had been the most relaxed clown had been in a long time. Just calmly drinking tea and not having to worry about anything other than sometimes looking at Zam and Ash.

"I'm thinking about my old boss." How would an outsider call his relationship with Overlord? Abusive? Unhealthy? Some kind of power dynamic? Probably. 

"Really? Tell me more." Ash too interested stopped mopping the floor and leave looked at him listening intensely. 

"No, I would bore you with that."  

Zam was currently too busy with ordering food as it is. They had sill not eaten yet and for them it was a really busy day. Clown was just sitting there and sipping on tea. 

Ash looked in Zam's direction, he was still ordering the food. Then he had come up to Clown and started glaring at him. 

"Listen motherfucker, I know you are planing something, you can't hide. Now tell me or I will just throw you out and tell Zam you left." The threat sounded funny to what Overlord says to him when he is annoyed, most of the time he would just take it out on his workers, maybe Clown but that's rare. After all Overlord said that he is his favourite. Why would he hurt his favourite weapon? 

"I'm just gonna scream if you do that. I think that will get his attention."

"Fuck, why are you not an idiot?"

"I was born this way" (🏳️‍🌈) 

"Fuck you, why did you said it like that?"

"Like what?"

"So sassy. You sound like Zam." 

Suddenly there is a thud and a man walks in the tea shop with a proud smile, one of his eyes is covered by an eyepatch, his skin brown and his hair short, shouder length straight, mostly purple hair with black streaks and highlights. 

His eye as if glitching every few seconds, filled with malicious intend and emptyness.

The man wore a toned down purple suit with white bottom up and black tie. The suit  looking so expensive it could have been worth more than an average person's livelihood. 

"Hello, brother." 

Ash freezed, his pupils blown wide as his hands started to shake. 

"Damn so after I left you, you just-" He couldn't finish his sentence as he started to laugh uncontrollably. "Y-you just became pathetic, and like a weirdo you are, you decide to have a foolish life with another man. What happend to Leo huh?" 

"-okay I'm done food will be there in 20 min-" Zam looks at the new stranger with a curious glance."hello?" 

"Oh my Void you guys are so boring, Clown, go get the yellow fuck." Overlord smiles, and it's a ugly sadistic smile so different from Branzy's and Rekrap's nervous smiles they gave him or the cheerful pure smiles Zam gave him.

Clown woudn't hesitation took out a dagger he was hiding in his shoe and pounced at him, he was about to stab him in the neck and end his short life when-

"Stop, brother look at him. Look at your partner. Look how he made you weak. I thought you were better than that." 

Clown could hear Overlord's satisfied tone and Ash's terrified yelp, he could hear a thud, something falling on the floor. Supposedly Ash falling on his knees on the floor.

"Why? Why now? Didn't you disown me?" He could hear soft taps and probabry tears falling on the floor. 

"I kinda missed you, now I want you back." 

"Clown."

His body stiffens as he gets ready to feel the warm embrace of blood, he doesn't look up from Zam's neck where his dagger is directed at, he doesn't look at his eyes or how still he is. 

"No! NO STOP DAV- CLOWN STOP!!" He can hear cries, he can hear sobbing begging, closer, and closer to him. 

"Finish him."

He swiftly cuts Zam's neck, making a fatal cut blood lands on his face his few seconds ago clean clothes now dirty with blood. In the back of his mind he hopes that it will be quick for him. That he won't have to listen to his lovers sobbing and crying his heart out.

"See dear brother, now you are free from these shackles called, 'love' " 

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Ever since he was young he knew who he is.

He is him. The chosen one. The perfect human. The perfection. But-

His parents didn't see that, they didn't see his perfection. They saw his twin instead. They saw his pathetic smile and his pathetic, weak attempts at trying to be something more than he can ever be.

They saw that he is 'psychotic' but they didn't see the perfection that he is. They try to hide it but they are afraid, and it makes him very satisfied. They are afraid because of his intellect supposed psychopathic tendencies and 'narcissism'.

They had made him go to many, many people who are therapist. And when they'd try and 'help' him he'd refuse. He is perfect. Why would he even need to change?

His brother Ash had begged him to go and seek help. But he knows better his brother is just afraid of his perfection.

His parents are good for one thing, money. They are in good financial situation. But sadly, they are not good enough and he still has to attend with bug's to public school, he has to listen to some rats squeak and try to make him better.

He is perfect already. Perfect grades and a perfect human go together.

"You know it's illegal to steal?" An annoyingly emotional voice squeaks and makes his brow twitch.

"I don't know what you mean dear brother."

He turns around to see his brother with a weird expression on his face, is that anger? How particular.

"You know what I mean fan! Why the fuck did you stole a fucking gun?!"

Ash comes closer his browns furrowed, his eyes have that spark that screams 'fuck you' it didn't surprise him Ash was like that always overreacting and dramatic.

"Well I didn't stole it. I bought it." He answers honestly. It was quite a pain to save up enough to buy that kind of weapon of his choice but it was worth it in the end. Now it will be much easier to accomplish his goal.

"Who are you trying to kill? Mom? Dad?" He says as if it matterd as if they are not just stepping stools to achieve his goals.

"Please, don't be childish, we are both adults now. I'm not gonna waste bullets on something... unimportant. "

Ash comes closer and roughly grabs his shirt and slams him against the wall of the alley they are currently in.

His breath is knocked out of his lungs as he feels the rough surface of the wall behind him.

"Don't fucking talk about something like that!"

"Don't make it violent brother." Idly he fixes his sleeve of his white clean (not really clean now) bottom up feeling the knife he had hid before there.

"No, first it was you stabbing random kid in their hand, getting away with it since you were fucking five years old then finding corpses of dogs from the neighborhood that had 'run away' killing other small animals- i-i found their corpses- I found them. We were six, there were so many. An-"

"We both know you could talk with no end about things I did." Should he just kill him? No not now, killing Ash would be less satisfactory right now. Better to just show him that he isn't fooling around anymore.

Ash let's go of him and back's away with a shaky breath- " I know you are planning to become the boss of SC but-"

"I'd like to say goodbye, maybe one day you will forgive me for all the bad things I did."

Then Ash stands there, shocked he never showed regret before, he the perfect human begin... it's truly hard to act around his brother who knew him for too long.

Because that's how it is with the family, you are forced to spent all your time with them and you get to know them and they get to know you. But it looks like Ash got to know him a little bit too much.

His brother jumped on him grabbed his arm and took out he knife he hid in his sleeve.

Ash his twin brother pointed the knife at his eye mere inches of separation form his wide eye and the cold blade.

Truth to be told he actually planed for things to be little different he was supposed to stab and take out Ash's eye but looks like this time it's gonna be his brother holding the knife not him.

It's hurting his ego but he'll manage. He'll get his revenge real soon.

Ash stabs the small knife into his eye.

And the rest? It would be better forgotten.

Eye for an eye or whatever are they saying these days.

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Overlord joyfully walked to the building of SC his suit clean and majestic. His back straight, his hair taken care of and slightly bouncing as he walked. One of his eyes covered with an black eye patch

Behind him his twin brother Ash Swag follows him with his head down tear stains on his cheeks, his posture bringing pity and sympathy unlike his twin.

At the end is Clown Pierce. His back straight. head held high, his eyes scanning people around them. Some passers-by only given them some side-eyes as they walked by. The scene so surreal they just thought they were cosplayers.

His mind still not fully registering what is happening.

"Clown, take our guest to my office I'm going to change into my work outfit." Overseer just walked away knowing Clown would rather die than disagree with him and not do his job.

Instantly Clown walked up closer to Ash and guided him to the elevator.

Once they were in, Clown clicked on the highest floor.

"You know it doesn't have to be that way?" Ash's voice is chorase and flat, probably some last dich effort to keep his freedom.

"You know he doesn't have to order you around like that? He is only human he will die." His voice turns desperate and louder from barely audible to almost yelling.

"WHY DON'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!" Manina and desperation, sadness and hunger for something more, not for what his twin is offering him, not for the cage he had been in already.

"You know, for a second I thought you weren't.. a-a weapon of massive destruction." Ash tries different approach, maybe that will break Clown. Clown just stands there with blank expression on his face as the elevator gets closer and closer to the top.

"I am a weapon. I don't understand why you thought otherwise."

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU FOR KILLING THE ONLY PERSON WHO LOVED ME AND MADE ME BETTER! FUCK YOU FOR BEGIN A SHIT HUMAN BEGIN FUCK YOU FOR SERVING A MONSTER!" There were tears streaming from his eyes, eyes that were full of grief and sadness, eyes that Clown had known for months as the eyes of always lazy coworker that Zam yelled at.

Eyes of a person who made his favourite tea, probably his least favourite tea from now on.

The elevator ring's once as a sight that they are here. They go through the hall with wide eyes staring at them. Normally it was just Clown walking into the bosses office but now he didn't had his Clown attire on and it looked like two pretty normal looking dudes were going into their highly influential bosses office.

Clown had ignored any of the people that tried to stop them or stand in their way. He had one order and he was not about to fuck it up.

They were here. Ash was entirely silent as he opened the door and guided Ash in, and closed the door behind them.

"Oh my Void. Clown. How did you knew it was my birthday? Oh what did you say? You love me and want to be my boyfriend? Of course I do Clown! Let's be gay together! (🏳️‍🌈)"

Silence. Overlord looked at Ash and Clown but he didn't find anything he wanted and sighed, disappointed.

"Oh my God you guys don't have a funny bone in your bodies..."

"Bro stop. I don't want to be more traumatised than before."

Overlord shakes his head more to himself than anyone.

Clown just stands there waiting for orders. He tries to pretend that he doesn't see how Ash looks at him or how Zam's blood is now cold and starts to dry on his face and clothing.

After more silence Overlord spoke up again this time, his voice serious and menacing.

"Now, it would only be fair if I killed you with the same knife that killed your partner right?" Overlord's teasing voice sang out as he gestured for Clown to give him the bloody dagger. 

And Clown of course gives him the dagger it wasn't really about any contract Clown had with Overlord anymore, it kinda felt like a second nature to Clown to just do as Overlord orders. It's been this way for so long, if Overlord suddenly disappeared Clown would be lost on what to do. A long weapon wouldn't it's holder is just a useless piece of metal.

"Now dear brother, I would like if it would be a public execution kinda think but this will do-"

A sudden thud and multiple explosions makes Clown flinch, what is happening? 

"Heh, haha. Hahahah tskHAHAHAHAH! Oh brother but to go to some low life's for help? How pathetic!" Overlord jumps at Ash knocking him down in the process.

Overlord with both of his hands tries to force the knife down into his brother's chest but Ash is holding it back by the blade cutting the skin on his fingers in the process. 

Instead of helping his boss Clown goes to the secret weapon stash in Overlord's office and takes some other scythe that isn't his Rosey but it will manage for now. He takes some other weapons that will be useful later on and comes back to check if Overlord is in danger. 

Overseer would probably get pissed if Clown interrupted him, and given him a real disappointed and angry stare.

Ash kicked Overlord off him and tried to look for anything useful for self defence. But he didn't had to as the door were knocked down by one very familiar fellow. 

"Leo?!"

A man with fair skin that didn't look as sickly pale like Clown's with white hair and a suit that look d like it's had better years walks in.

"So this is the 'Overlord' and his lap dog Clown Pierce." 

Ash was about to run to Leowook but Clown was faster and put the blade of his scythe to Ash's neck.

"Move and he is dead." This Leo probably had more allies so it would be useful to have a hostage- before Clown could cut Ash's head off an arrow had flied straight at him and he barely dodged before it could hit him. 

"What do you think about a little retaliation?" A very familiar male with dark complexion and blaze hybrid  walked from behind Leo. By that time Ash was long lost behind them. 

It wasn't good. Clown had already forgot about how naked he felt without his Clown attire but now the feeling came back tenfold.

"You guys are stupid." Overlord smile is ever present as he takes out a gun as if it was a second nature then he turns off the safety and points it at Flame Frags. 'Never bring a sword to a gun fight."

Everyone in the room just kinda looks at each other not really sure on what to do. It's not every day that you are about to take down the most corrupted organ of their government.

"Holy fuck, Clown get them." With that Clown Pierce runs into a 2 v 1 while Overlord does.. whatever he is gonna do. 

(Holy shit I can't write fight scenes that require more than two people. Let's just say they Minecraft pvp for a bit and Clown getts stabbed and knocked out.) 

Distantly Clown can hear noises. Some more explosions as he lays there not quite concusnes not quite unconscious. He listens to yells he listens to steps. He can feel begin picked up and carried somewhere. 

He want's to wake up but he can't he just can't he can't feel anything he can't feel. What happend to Overlord? What happend to him?

Distantly Clown prays, he prays for God that he was taught to believe in to save hum form his doomed fate. 

Will God even look his way after tye things he had done? Will God look at him even once and take pity on his pathetic lifespan? Or will he go to hell just like other nun's said he would? 

His mind gives up and let's go of his concusnes. He faints not feeling anything.

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"Hey Zam? Am I lovable?" 

Ash looks at him with the kicked puppy eyes that make him want to just hug him and make his worries go away.

"You remember that strange person with Clown costume that comes to my tea shop sometimes?" Ash looks at him confused and nods.

"I think that he is kinda lovable." 

Zam puts his hand in Ash's long not really taken care of hair and gently plays with it.

"But he is always so weird and talks like- ohh. I get it. You kinda see me in him or what?"

"No dummy! All I'm saying is that everyone is lovable in their strange ways." Zam lowers his head and kisses Ash's forehead. The one small kiss turn into pampering Ash's face with small sweet kisses.

"Eww you are so sweet my teeth are rotting." Ash says trought his chuckle as he grabs Zam's sides and makes him jump.

"AHHHHH-" Zam practically jumps out of his skin not expecting the touch at all. 

"Okay I tried to he sweet man! Fuck you I actually hate you." With a pout he sits at the edge of bed with crossed arms angry at Ash and ruining their moment.

"Okay I'm sorry bebe." The word sounds funny out of Ash's mouth mostly becouse he is holding in a fit of laughter that would make Zam even madder.

After a second Zam can feel a something or rather someone moving on the mattres and then he feels Ash's hot hands on his waits hugging him from behind and his head resting on Zam's shouder.

"I'm sorry I love you I never betray you like that again pookie." Ash holds his laughter in at the nickname that came out of his mouth.

Zam only sighed and melted in Ash's hold. His partner may be weird and brain rotted but it's still him the person Zam had fallen for. The person Zam would die for..

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"Yoo Ferre!" Called out his friend Flame Frags.

"Hello. How is Mane?" Ferre felt himself smile. Oh how he remembers the old times when he was still young and his back didn't hurt that much. He remembered how the tragedy of Mane's parents and how Flame his cousin had taken him in. It wasn't a good memory but it was the first time when he meet the young lion hybrid.

"He started his senior year high school not long ago." He could see how Flame's voice became nostalgic. How he sighed and shook his head.

"You know you can always try and finish your education right? You are baerly 24 years old." He could see how Flame shook his head again. This time his voice full of regret.

"My hands are stained with blood. I didn't even finish high school before all of this just- happened. I don't think I will be able to- not fuck up." Flame looked at his hands and massaged his forehead.

"I-i just want Mane to not be like me." He continued. Ferre felt bad. Hybrids in this world have it rough. Some politicians think that Hybrids shouldn't even be able to go to school. Frame's parents died when he was younger and Mane's parents took it on themselves to raise him in best of theirs abilities.

It's silent for a while.

Right now they are in his house deep in the woods. The birds are chirping, the wind lightly blows the grass. It's calm. And Flame needs that kind of calmness. Too much has happened recently.

"And how about you Ferre? I heard there were rumors about you taking in a student." Flame turned his head in Ferre's direction. It was a silent invitation for him to speak. 

"Yeah, his name is Dirk. Apparently that's Dutch. He is- so fucking obedient it's crazy. And you know how my training gets." 

Flame only nods in understatement. Flame had too lived trought that and he'd rather not do it again. "Bro when you were training me, I was on verge of just throwing a tantrum and gave up." 

"No, you don't understand he literally listens to everything I say. If I say jump he'd say how high. I want him to make decisions for himself, and see him bloom as a human being not a weapon." 

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"I want him to make decisions for himself, and see him bloom as a human being not a weapon." 

"Flame! That asshole killed Ferre! He killed so many of our people and you just-?" The girl in front of him yelled in anger. Her bunny ears slightly bounced as she made different gestures with her hands how flustered she is.

"Kab. Bro. You are too young to understand. And I don't blame you for that. Just trust me on this okay?" He tried to somehow calm her down, knowing Kaboodle she would just grab any knife she has and go to Clown's room and stab him to death. 

"Have you seen him? Have you seen how if that Over-bitch even waves his hand he'd do it? He is beyond helping!" He seen that, he seen that close up. He seen how the Overlord just left him for dead and ran to save his own ass. He seen how Clown was willing to jump into a battle for Overlord. 

He and Mane had too experienced it. They had barely made it out alive. But at least they lived.

"Please, just trust me Kab." 

She crossed her arms and hesitated. He knows that she trusts him with her life. He knows that Kaboodle trusts too much for her own good, and he is guilty for taking advantage of this in times like these. 

"Okay just- I don't want to see him." Then she stomps away, annoyed. 

Flame felt like if he killed Clown or rather Drik then he would be disappointing Ferre. And that's the last thing he'd do. 

But what should he do with him? 

Distantly he heard a thud coming from Dirk's room. When he turns around he sees Mane walk in.

Mane doesn't know what he is doing here. The human on the bed looked worse than Flame ever had after a guresome battle, he was sickly pale scars on the back of his neck, his exposed arms, his exposed torso as he is laying there with bandages around his torso. 

Mane felt like he was looking at a corpse, he felt like he was looking at corpse of his dad. But there wasn't any blood. The slow rise and fall of this humans chest made him breathe too. 

His black hair looked rather soft and unkept. 

Behind him Flame opened the door of the room and walked in. 

"Do you know who he is?" His cousin's footsteps make him look at him. 

Mane can only shake his head as he looks back at the human. "That's Clown Pierce" 

He looked at Flame then at Clown Pierce again then at Flame. That was Clown? The killer of hybrids? He backed away from the bed. It's that man that Flame had almost died to. 

It was silent excluding form the breathing of the 3 humans in the room one much calmer and regulated than the other 2.

Clown started to wake up when he heard two voices near him. He relaxed his whole body and tried to calm down his breathing to make it look like he was sleeping.

Why is he alive is a wonder. Flame Frags and Leowook shoud have killed him already. The fact that he is still alive is a miracle.

"Flame is really a chungus huh?" The first voice said. It sounded confident and rather interested.

"Yeah bro. Flame said something about Ferrari or whatever this dude's name was. And he said something about his wishes or- I don't know man!" The second voice much deeper and devoid of interest said.

"Okay, bro. Just say you didn't listen at all." He heard footsteps coming in his direction as well as the voice.

"Bro. Oh hell nahhh it looks so mentally ill that-"

"Egg! Shut up or you'll wake him up." The voice came closer and closer with not so much quieter footsteps.

"Damn it really looks mentally ill." 

"I told you vro." 

The second he felt a touch of blade on his neck he opened his eyes and rolled out of the bed in other direction form his purple attacker. 

"Damn, a pvp monster." 

Clown touched his neck and felt a small cut not enough to be something serious but enough to annoy him. 

He looks at the two people who are now just standing there awkwardly. 

The one with a dagger was fully purple, his skin eyes, hair, his clothes are in some different combination of darker purple, white, black, maybe gold there and there. 

The other one was an flying eye ball? What is that? Why is this suit there acting as this eyeballs body. 

It other words it was truly a weird duo. 

"Vro what do we do? We can't fight, this dude could kill us with his pinkie." The blue eyeball truns to the purple entity with a shake in it's voice. 

"Do you see him killing us now?" The purple person looked at him then at the flying eyeball. 

Clown in the meantime is torn on what should he do. They are not longer trying to kill him and he doesn't have a weapon. He isn't at home with the order to rest how he wants, he isn't on mission with order to kill. He was ordered to kill and he lost. 

Should he kill now too? But what if he kills someone he wasn't supposed to kill? 

His body freezes as his mind shortcuts on what do to. There isn't an Overlord to tell him what to do. To tell him to take care of his body because he failed a mission. 

There isn't an Overlord to tell him what to do. There isn't an Overlord to weild his sharpest weapon. 

He looks around and he is in an unfamiliar room the door are open. 

The door are open, but should he leave? Is this some part of bigger scheme that Overseer prepared for him? 

This isn't logical at all but Overseer sometimes did that. 

It will better be to just stay alive. Overlord said that his top priority is to keep him and himself alive. So that's what he will do. 

"Bro, this chungus isn't even moving." The flying eyeball said in deadpan voice and looked at the purple entity. 

"What can I say? He is a stop monster." 

"Okay this is getting old."

"Yo mama is getting old."

"My mom is dead." 

The purple entity chokes on air and holds back laughter. 

"Y-yo mama is dead." 

"What is funny about my mom begin dead?"

"Everything." 

When the purple entity erupts with laughter Clown distantly hears footsteps coming in their direction.

Clown instantly goes into panic mode. What If these footsteps belong to person who actually will try and kill him? 

What if there are more people there but Clown can't pick them up with his hearing because of the loud laughter?

"Well, well, well..." A familiar voice calls out from the doorway and it turns out to be Flame Frags with a tray full of food.

"Cooked." The purple entity mumbled as he grabbed the eyeballs hand? And bolted out of the room.

"Hi Clown." Flame put the tray on the desk besite the wall and stayed there not coming closer with a soft smile on his face.

Clown doesn't say anything. He just stands there eyeing the tray and the person who brought it.

"I see you already meet Wemmbu and Egg. I hope they weren't troublesome." Flame tries again to make conversation but gives up when he looked at Clown. 

"The food is fresh and not poisoned. I hope it is to your tastes tho." 

Day 1 

After begin unconscious for 7 hours Dirk woke up. Wemmbu and Eggchan tried killing him but he just doged and didn't even try to fight back other than that.

I tried to talk to him but he looked like a terrified animal and didn't want to stress him out futher. 

After I left, Dirk started searching all over the room for cameras or any devices. I gotta admit. Mane was real smart for putting some in the wall. 

He also didn't even touch the food. He just sat in the corner like a scared animal. Ferre would have felt bad at the sight.

Day 2

Today I installed a lock to Dirk's door. Members of the resistance had already tried killing him five times. 

It looked like Dirk wouldn't do anything other than self-defence angust his attackers. 

He still didn't eat or drink anything. 

Today I didn't try to visit him I was too tired so I just put a tray with food on his desk, took the old one and left.

Day 3

Bro, it doesn't make sense to make daily entries nothing changes at all. I'm just gonna start making an entry every 10 days. 

Day 13

During these ten days. Dirk still didn't eat. But he did drink. 

He still doesn't talk at all. But he now walks around the room.

Oh and I forgot to mention. Dirk still isn't sleeping for more than hour or two a day. 

His room has a bathroom and he still didn't shower..I don't have cammers in his bathroom but everytime I give him a tray of food he smells..

Day 23

Today he said his first sentence to me. It was "where is the Overlord?" I fell silent because that bitch wasn't seen since the raid at the SC HQ. And I doubt he will even try and save Dirk! 

He started to eat too. Only a little bit of everyone I give him. He started to shower too. I knew that because he wasn't stinky anymore. 

I hope that he will talk about something else than that bitch. 

I started to think about introducing him to someone but it will have to be someone that won't try to kill him the second they saw him. 

I'm thinking of Wemmbu and Egg or both. They sure tried killing him but maybe they won't try again.

Day 33

He spoke again after that. But he only ever asks about what his orders are or is Overlord here? 

I started writing this journal because maybe Ferre will be able to see this and to outwind after a tiring day. But I feel helpless now. 

He doesn't talk about anything else other than to ask about that fucker. 

Other than that everything is the same. 

I as always tried talking to him but nothing than "where is Overseer" 

I really shoud introduce him to other people maybe then he won't think about that bitch again.

Day 43

Wemmbu got Dirk to talk. And it was only because Wemmbu annoyed him so much he spanned and yelled at Wemmbu to get out. It honestly was the most emotion I seen out of him other than fear. 

I have a theory that Ferre with his whole weapon talk got into his head too much. It would explain most of that. 

Most of the time Dirk just looks at wall eats and drinks enough to survive. Showers every 10 days and I honestly wonder it it's gonna be the same for many more months.

Day 53

Ash swag the only known relative to Overlord meet with Dirk. And it went so fucking bad  decent? Dirk definitely showed some emotion. 

Okay he mistook Ash for that bitch and begged him to tell him what to do because he is driving himself insane...

I don't know why I let them two even interact. Ash had a whole blown panic attack from begin talked to like he was his (holy shit I can't say brother there is nothing brothery about their relationship) relative. 

After that Clown went back in the corner and stopped eating again. 

I started to think about just killing him. I know Ferre won't be happy about this but. The mental scars are too deep. This human begin is probably the most loyal person on the planet. It's crazy.

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Day 63

It's still same as ever. I honestly started to think about lying to him and saying that he has to start doing shit because Overlord was there and told him to do that. It's been 63 days. And Dirk is really mentaly scarred beyond healing, or it's just gonna take way more time than i expected.

In the end wemmbu and egg come and visit Dirk weekly, I try to talk to him aswell when I'm here to give him food.

And it's just the same old silence and long stares. But on the other hand there are now rumors about some invisible forces just taking out rebellions of hybrids onw by one. I think that actually may be thet bitch.

Overall political situation is very stressful. Maybe our raid at the SC base wasn't a good idea. Damn I went so off topic.

Day 73

It's starting to get cold. Outside and inside. And Dirk is still as ever. If only I could have men like him That was honestly a horrible wish. If I died my men could as well be like Dirk.

Most of Rebellion bases are either destroyed or abandoned. I'm starting to think we are next in all of honestly.

Flame finished writing and signed. Should he just put Dirk out of his misery? It's not the first time he thought of that but the thought still present.

"Flame! Fuck- the Overlord he just walked in! He just walked in and he is going to Clown's room!" Kaboodle brust into his room then run off to mobilise Mane and other fighters to acually do something.

Flame curses and runs he had installed lock but that probably woudn't hold back that bitch.

Leading a Rebellion or just a place where hybrid and minorities can feel at peace is os hard.

"-you filthy bugs. Get out of my way." It's very clear who said that. It's very, very clear.

Clown had been thinking. He had been asked begged to go outside and just do something. But he already put his mind into it. He will wait for Overlord to arrive. He doesn't care if it's been 3 months. He will only try to survive and wait.

Was it miserable? Of course. But he also knew that Overlord woudn't let him be found Clown had to patiencely wait. He had to wait and that was it.

He knew he did good when he heard that voice. That voice that spat all kinds insults at him, that ordered hum around. It was probably some kind of sick illness that Clown was still sane but that didn't matter. It didn't matter nothing mattered in the end.

He stood up. His legs weak and wobby. He didn't care he had to kill. He just wanted to know what to do. What to do with this pathetic life of his. When he saw the door falling on the floor he saw him.

Not some similar person. Not Ash, It was him.the Overlord, It's him.

"I gotta say. I'm disappointed in you, and myself. When you were gone I almost missed you and your annoying loyalty. And you know how I deal with things like that." The words were cold and Clown felt himself frezzing. Was all of that for nothing?

Was it all for Overlord to just kill him and push him away?

"Hey, do you know what separates us from animals Clown?"

He had heard that phrase too often than he'd like to admit. He hear it too many times he hear. The answer is always the same it's order. But if he said that Overlord would change his mind and say something else. In the end he shook his head as a no.

"It's me."

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The garden of Cein was as beautiful as ever. Clown was again sitting on a beach.

Overlord. This time not saying anything just sat there. In silence.

Clown was too, silent. Talking when he wasn't given permission angered Overlord.

Now that he thinks about it. On some way begin a weapon wasn't the case anymore. The case was Overlord's approval. Everytime Overlord would praise him, Clown felt weird. As if his heart started to beat faster. He felt weird sensation in his tummy.

It really wasn't a good thing for him. Weapons didn't feel anything and he felt too much and even liked it. He even liked when his heart started to beat faster or when his face under his mask felt hot.

But he couldn't. He has to burry any feeling, new or old. He can't let himself have this. This feeling.

"I hope that maybe in different universe this works out. I really hope for that."

Clown didn't ask what did he mean by that he didn't ask anything. He just sat there and Overlord looked up in the sky and relaxed.

It made him feel weird knowing Overlord felt enough safe with him to relax just like that.

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He didn't cry when Flame showed up and stabbed him trought his torso ruthlessly killing him. He didn't felt satisfaction when he felt the warm blood on his face.

Maybe for the first time he wanted to feel. Clown was just so numb to anything. It didn't matter in the end nothing mattered.

He doesn't get why would Overlord go out of his way to enemies base and try and kill him. It was a suicide mission. It was a suicide to try and just casually walk in and try to kill him and get killed in the process.

It all felt like a fever dream.

Why would a man so self centered as Overlord do that?

Perhaps he will never know. After all dead don't talk.

Most of the days  felt like some kind of bad dream and some fever fantasy.

But after he realised that Overlord really fucking wanted to kill him he felt so much rage. Clown started to destroy everything in his room and yell. It was the most he had felt all his life.

His troat hurt after yelling so much. After all he just stays quiet for most if the time. Just observing and listening.

When there wasn't anything to just throw he would just punch the wall untill his knuckles bleed.

He would hit his head against the wall and hope to pass out.

At that week only Flame Frags came in and wordlessly gave him a tray of food.

All of it tasted the same but he didn't care anymore, he just let his urges take control over him and not hold anything  back and he  ate everything and left no crumbs. He drank and drank until the water bottle was empty.

The days of eating baerly anything catched up to him.

After anger came sadness. He didn't knew how to cope with all of these feelings, he only started to feel again now.  It was like a water balloon had brust and now the water is everywhere and he can't clean it up.

Flame stared to talk with him more. Sometimes staying for longer sometimes he would just give him the tray and leave.

Wemmbu and Egg had started to look at him differently. Not like a murder weapon to be sceard of but an human begin.

They talked joked around with him and he something answered back but that seemed enough to satisfy them.

"Hey Clown, this is Mane. But I think that you already know him." Flame walked in with the tray of fresh food today it was some normal strew with potatoes and meat and a big bottle of water for today.

Clown only nodded and took the tray Flame offered him sat on his bed and dig in.

Mane and Flame talked to each other for a moment and then Mane turned his head to him.

"Do you want to spar with me?" The words baerly registered in his brain. Fighting. He hadn't done that in so long. It felt like he was so rusty now that he forgot hos to hold his Rosey.

"I'm gonna spar with you if Flame let's me go home." It felt weird doing anything that wasn't a part of something bigger. Some bigger plan that Clown had no idea of.

Mane looks at Flame with what Clown can assume are 'puppy eyes' or 'lion eyes' in Mane's case.

"Bet, but I'm gonna have to go with you two." Flame said trying to sound assertive.

"A road trip with my dawgs."

"What is a dawg?"

"How the fuck you don't know-"

Clown took a shower out on some new set of clothes Flame had given him.

They were to big for him, Flame had warned him about them begin too big for him but Mane is considering calling homeless people shelter.

"So like where do you live dog?"

Clown looks at Mane with furrowed brows and offended voice. "I am not a dog."

"Bruh."

In the end Clown led them to his hut in the forest and he instantly got nostalgic.

It's been almost 3 to 4 months since he been here. Since he been in his home. He honestly didn't expect himself to be this homesick as he is now.

When Flame saw the hut he froze. Clown didn't knew why but he didn't really care.

He walked over to his door step and opened the door. He like a fool when he was leaving 3 months ago forgot to even lock them.

When he opened the door it what the most mess he had seen in his home for them first time in his life.

When he walked in he saw his scythe Rosey sitting whre he had left her. When he walked up and took her in his hands he felt alive again. That nostalgic feeling grew and it was beautiful.

He swung her around testing his grip on her and sighed in satisfaction when he heard a 'whosh' when she cut trought air like butter.

"So this is Clown Pierce's legendary Rosey." Mane teased as he came up to him and inspected her.

"She really is a sigma I gotta tell you that man."

"What is 'sigma'?"

"I'm gonn kys."

Most if their trip had been going fine aside from those times when Clown asked about certain words he didn't understand but it looked like it just angered Mane Pear when he even as such had titled his head in confusion.

But I'm the end Clown just grabbed what he wanted and left.

And he grabbed all his Clown costumes, his favorite daggers and his Rosey.

It's safe to say all 3 of them had carried some of his luggage.

"Clown. Why the fuck do you have so much Clown costumes?!" Flame yelled as he placed the 3 bags of his Clown attires. Mane was carrying 4 and Clown carried all his weapons and Rosey.

The exercise of going to a lone hut in the woods to the base if Rebellion was a good exercise to warm him up a bit. And the weight deliciously stretched his arm muscles.

It felt also refreshing to leave the room in all this time.

He almost forgot about-

"Clown bro we did what you wanted can I have my spar?" Mane yelled at him impatiently. 

Right nothing really mattered after all.

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"HAHAHAHAHAH-!"

"That's not funny." Ayaan or someone known as Overlord before said, as he looked up from the hot ground of hell.

"Man. You killed me because Ash loved me and you thought that was pathetic and decided to kill me. And now you are dead because you wanted to set Clown free and see him one last time before your death." Zam had that smirk on his face that screams 'you are a loser'. 

Zam was currently laying on some fluffy cloud mocking the sinner from safe corners of heaven. 

"Well I atleast could look at my potential love interest before I died. Ewww you are telling me you died and you boyfriend wasn't the last thing you saw? So straight of you." 

"Your potential love interest was the last thing I saw bitch."

"Kys-"

And the banter continued untill the end of eternity. Or untill their loved ones die. Anyway it seems so far away. 

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Clown stands Infront of Mane with a serious expression.

Mane in his hands is holding two training daggers made from wood. Clown on the other hand has a normal wooden sword in his hands as they both get in their fighting stances.

Sadly Clown couldn't find a scythe for training so he'd have to do with a sword.

"Ready?" Flame asks as both of them get ready. Both Mane and Clown nod.

"Set." Both Clown and Mane tenses. Mane's tail is very still his lion-like eyes glare at him. Clown finally with his clown outfit on just stares at him. 

Clown had fought with too many hybrids to know their weakness, their strength. And lion hybrids are most of he time overconfident, most of the time using some not always functional flashy weapons and relying on their swiftness.

But Mane chose just two daggers, not something flashy, like a claymore or bat. Which means he will rely on his swiftness and flexibility. 

Clown begin a normal human isn't gonna be able to catch up to Mane so he will have to rely in brute force. 

"Ready? Go!" 

Mane instantly ran up to him and tried to reach his neck with the wooden blade. 

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"Okay, the rules are, no seriously injured each other, no punching below the belt or any outside help of some sorts" Flame looks at Mane when he said those two rules. Remembering the last time they sparred Mane kicked him in the manhood and another time he decided to bring Wemmbu and fucking Bacon waffles to their spar and Flame had to fight with them all at once. 

It's not like it was difficult or anything Bacon's skills consistend of making strategies, begin emotional support and-... begin firends with Planet Lord.

Wemmbu on the other hand could hold himself up in a fight and made the fight more difficult with how much he talked. 

Mane's and Flame's skills were already pretty leveled. So Wemmbu really was a tiebreaker here. 

But in the end Flame got too much experience in outnumbered fights. So he won anyway.

Wemmbu's and Mane's teamwork was honestly horrible.

"And, no knocking out your opp. The fight ends with either of you touching each other with the wooden swords on neck or chest." 

Both nod and then they get ready.

Flame honestly wonders how Clown will do the man had been in one room for 3 months and he is probably so rusty with his skills right now.

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Clown only blinked and doged the swing without much effort. The movement was almost a muscle memory for him. 

Without waiting Mane tried to attack his neck again but Clown blocked it and swinged at Mane but just as Clown expected Mane doged it wouldn't any effort.

They went back and forth not really getting close to either of them losing as both had decided to be more defensive than offensive.

Mane getting impatient started to continuesly swing his woods daggers, Clown not dogging, blocked the attack from the first dagger and with his hand he grabbed Mane's arm.

Mane realising his predicament, looked at Clown confused on what to do. But before he could do anything, Clown kicked his knees so Mane would fall on his knees.

Then Clown with his wooden sword touched Mane's neck. 

"Bro, I spare with Flame too much. I got so used to just fighting with him and I actually suck." Mane's covered in sweat from more of their continously spares and training drink water from a bottle he bought earlier.

"You aren't horrible, you just need to stop taking unneeded risks." Clown is too, sweaty and dirty, he really is out of shape. Normally he would just breeze trought today's training and not even acknowledge it as actual training. 

"Bro, you are like, on whole another level. How long are doing this?" Mane turns his head to Clown. His face is red, his tail limply hangs without any life left in it. 

The question makes him pause. How long had he been training for exactly? Somewhere between 14 or 15 he started training under his Master, right now he is 23 so like 8-ish years?

"Something close to 8 years." 

"Cool. I started when I was ten, mostly for fun. I only seriously could start training for like two years ago." Mane drank some more water and took a breathe in and out. Then offered the bottle to Clown who lightly shook his head.

It's weird, really weird. He doesn't have a mission to do, he just casually wasted 3 months of his life, Overlord is dead, and Clown is currently having a friendly talk with hybrid. 

Clown Pierce the Hybrid killer, the 'lap dog of the Overlord', the devil, the Clown. And probably many, many more that he didn't heard about. 

When he realised that nothing actually matters he also abounded the idea of begin a weapon, it was stupid anyway, a idea that he wasted the last 8 years of his life on. 

"Dawg, we have to do it again sometime y-" 

"Mane! Can your lazy ass come here? I need help with my grip on a bow!" A bunny hybrid with blue hair walks in, she looks annoyed as she glares at Mane. After a second she realises that Mane isn't the only one here and looks at him.

For second Clown was scared, what if she would regonise him as the Clown Pierce? What will she do? Try and kill him or run away scared.

Mane visibly tenses as he looks between Him and the blue bunny girl.

The blue bunny girl realises how tense Mane is and how Clown looks at her with curiosity in his eyes.

"H-hi? You are new or something?" 

"Y-yeah, my name is Dirk." 

Distantly he wants to slap his forehead, why did he just gave her his real name? Why? He panicked and just told her his name. If she realised who he is she might just make a big fuss about him begin here or something. 

Or maybe it's just that he doesn't want any more eyes to look at him with hatred and disappointment in here pink eyes.

Mane coughs awkwardly and grabs his arm.

"Wow, look at the time Kab, it's time for me to go. Ask about that Wemmbu or Planet." 

Just like that Mane dragged him away ignoring the angerd yells and complains from the girl.

Spoke is here. 

Spoke is here.

Spoke is everywhere. 

Spoke-

"Spoke! Oh my God don't tell me you are doing an evil monologue in your head again! Come here breakfast is ready!"

Mapicc calls from the kitchen as he made pancakes for the breakfast.

Spoke looked down at his small makeshift lab on his desk. 

The dangerous drug bubbled in the taste-tube. 

From what he knows it affects hybrids and animals. Making them feral and ungodly strong. 

He smirks as he looks at his creation. If Mapicc isn't gonna be a chungus and agree to destroy the government he will destroy the government.

"SPOKE I SWEAR TO GOD! I WILL TAKE POOPIES OUT OF HIS CAGE!" 

At that Spoke harshly stood up. If Mapicc will touch his beloved endermite pet he will mess around with Jepex.

Last time he did that Jepex was his test subject and had gone feral for few weeks, Mapicc was stressing out all this time and he and Poafa were so emotional all the time. 

After Jepex went back to normal he just came back as if he was hungover and went back to normal. The best part is that Mapicc didn't realise that it was all his doing. 

"I'M COMING!" Spoke opened the doors out of his room covered in leds and other colorful things that would give diarrhea and a mental whiplash. 

Spoke runs out of his room straight to the kitchen, where the pancakes are already served. 

"Took you long enough." Mapicc glares at him. Know him he had already eaten, brushed his teeth, brushed his hair, changed his clothes. But Spoke was still in his yesterday's clothes not having slept at all just working on his makeshift lab. His hair is greasy and dirty, seeing the discusted look Mapicc he probably smells too. 

"I'm going to Poafa and Jepex today. It's getting dangerous for people like us." Mapicc takes few plastic boxes with probably food for his siblings as Jepex has one brain cell and Poafa isn't allowed in the kitchen for his wild tastes in food. 

Who eats raw meat for breakfast? 

Spoke already digs in to the pancakes. They are delicious just like always. Mapicc is like a single mom with 3 adult children. 

His tail swings happily from side to side as he stuffes his cheeks with the delicious pancakes that were probably made from a pancake mix. 

Mapicc leaves not waiting or expecting for a reply from Spoke. 

Now alone Spoke stops eating and looks around the quiet kitchen. 

He looks at the half finished pancakes. His eyes scan the pancake for any weird pills or syrups. 

After a second too long he realises what happed and quickly runs to the toilet to vomit whatever he had eaten that Mapicc had put in them.

But he is a second too late and his eyes start to drop when he is infront of the bathroom. 

Looks like he can't continue his all nigher streak. Spoke always falls for that one. Putting crushed sleeping pills in his pancake and eat the normal ones. 

And he wanted to work a little more on his project too. 

With a sigh he turns to a comftable position I'm front of the bathroom and let's his eyes drop. His breathing evens out as he falls asleep. 

"So you did that number on him again?" 

"Yurp." 

"Damn you are bold. If it were me or anyone else I wouldn't live to see the next day."

Mapicc is currently in Poafa's house. Jepex is watching skibidi toilet and coco melon crossover. 

"Spoke wouldn't do anything to hurt me. He cares too much." He snacks on some raw tuna Poafa offered him. 

In all honestly he enjoys the raw meat, fish and generally food that Poafa prepares. He is a part demon like the rest of his siblings. The raw meat is like a tasty food that he eats whenever he isn't with Spoke who would tease or annoyed him about eating like a raw animal. 

The giving Poafa and Jepex food is only an excuse to visit his brothers more. 

"You guys are kinda messed up." Poafa says as an observation than an insult.

"Yeah, but Spoke is more." 

"You never change do you?" Poafa joking nudges him in the shouder.

"SKIBIDI TOILET RIZZ!" Jepex stands up and jumps around in circles.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP-"

Spoke wakes up in his bed. The leds in his sickingly colorful room turned off, his makeshift lab cleaned and on his desk waiting for Spoke to just stand up and continue to fuck around with different variations of drugs. 

His head pounding, protests and yells at him to rest. 

Guess that's what he gets for pulling all nighters for 5 nights in a row. 

Distantly he can hear Mapicc lecturing him and making fun of him for sleeping on the floor in front of the entrance to bathroom. 'Bro waited for his turn to shower.' Or 'bro fell asleep while waiting for his turn.' 

It would be funny but also so annoying. That's what Spoke gets for being acoustic and getting fixated on one thing for too long. 

"Spokie Spokeee" 

Great, it's the last thing Spoek wanted to hear right now. If Spoke wanted to be annoying he would be but not too much, he would tease just enough to annoy the person he wanted to annoy and not to make them mad. 

With Wemmbu on the other hand. All of this goes out the window and he acts like some fucking animal. 

"Dawg Mapicc did you good." Wemmbu opens the door to his room in great humor. All smiles and smug looks.

"Wemmmmbu I don't feeeel sooo gooood." It was more to entertain Wemmbu than he is genuinely friends with this freak, no way.

"Bro I got a fun information you would really like." Wemmbu pops himself on Spoke's bed like he owns the place. 

Spoke only hums and hides himself under the covers of his blanked so be wouldn't have to look at Wemmbu's face.

"Oh come on! If you are gonna ignore me I'm gonna get bored. When I'm gonna get bored I'm not gonna tell you the fun Intel." Wemmbu nudges his shoulder trought the covers his facade still frim but with cracks in it. Wemmbu is so impatient.

Spoke ignores him again and just curls on himself to make Wemmbu leave him alone.

"Okay so you don't wanna to listen about Clown Pierce begin in the rebellion." 

Spoke immediately sits up and looks at Wemmbu with pleading eyes. (Or as much of a pleading eyes he can manage from having no pupils.) "Please tell me oh mighty Wemmbu!" 

"So Clown Pierce is in the rebellion. Flame is really protective of him tho, I get that you heard about the absence of Overlord? Yeah Flame killed him. And Clown doesn't have a owner anymore."  Wemmbu inspect his nails as if uninterested but he smirks and there's that evil glint in his eyes that screams blood lust and chaos.

Spoke takes a few moments to process from how his head hurts, but when he did he could only smile and start to make a plan to get the perfect tests subject for his tests and you also lead his army to destroy the government.

Ayaan carefully watched what was happening below him with a frown.

"HAHA BRO THEY ARE TAKING YOUR MAN HAHA-"

Zam with his unoriginal comments wasn't helping. 

Thankfully he had atleast a good replacement. Minute Tech will get this show right on track. It would also be funny to recruit Clown to the mafia but..

He still is kinda salty about not begin able to kill Clown. Ayaan really got too attached.

"What jealous?" 

"Shut the fuck up Zam."

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"Mane?" 

"Yeah Clown?" Mane Pear looks from his plate with ungodly huge chunk of meat, on his cheeks and lips are dirty from some sauce that was on the meat. 

Clown wouldn't be also suprised if he started to speak with his mouth half full. 

"What do you think about me?" Even tho the scene felt comical with how he himself didn't really touch his well balanced meal of veggies, meat, and some yogurt for later as an desert. Mane on the other hand was absolutely demolishing the huge chunk of meat with his hands. 

Mane was a lion hybrid, it shouldn't suprise him how Mane was violently feasting on the poor meat. 

"I think you have that dawg in you." 

"Can you stop speaking in that- 'street language'? I can barely understand you." It honestly felt like Mane was speaking whole another language that sounds English but actually isn't. 

"Oh my God, you are an actual chungie. You are like that one loser kid at school with strict parents." Mane starts to chew on some bone he probably specially asked for and let's out a satisfied grunt after a crack from the said bone can be heard.

"Okay.... by the way, why are we eating in Flame's room?" Clown looks around the room with swords on the wall some pictures with him and Mane, some posters of some bands he doesn't know, his room is pretty neat but also kinda overwhelming with the red walls and leds. 

They are in the middle, at the round table that isn't anything large really. Clown wonders more why does Flame have a table in the middle of his room, when he already has a desk. 

"Felt like eating here." Then after Mane gets bored of just chewing on the bone he puts it away and starts to eat the meat again.

Clown feeling like he won't go anywhere with Mane, picked up a fork and started eating too.

The last few months were hazy. From what was a normal mission turned out to be the beginning of the end for all he knew. 

What would happend if, Overlord didn't just left him alone to fight with Leowook and Flame? Would all of this turn out differently? 

What if Overlord wouldn't even give him the mission? 

The Rebellions are still problematic, the Overlord wouldn't just leave then alone, he can almost feel Rosey in his hand when he cuts Mane's head off. Unfeeling and ruthless.

It would just be another mission for him, He wouldn't have spared the bodies another glance, they were strangers. 

Even now it feel so surrenal to think that Overlord of the SC is dead because of him. 

Hey, do you know what separates us from animals Clown?

It's me.

He wanted to scream everytime his mind drifts back to that memory. 

The food starts to taste like nothing as his eyes unfocus as he startes into nothingness, his body moving on auto-pilot. 

The screams, the screams, the voices of all the people he had killed. They haunt him, they lurk in the deepest corners of his mind. 

"Damn, so we are eating in Flame's room today." 

Door is caressly opened by Wemmbu as he holds a bag of fast food takeout. He sits at another chair that Flame has in his room for God knows what reason. Right now Flame has 6 chairs in his room...

Mane stops eating and stands up and does what he would call 'dabbing someone up' "Ayyyy what's up my boy!"

"Ayyy!" Wemmbu smiles and 'dabbs Mane back.' Not worrying about the dirty hands as he just wiped them into his pants and started to open the paper bag.

And not too long after sits back down and starts to chat with Wemmbu about some not important things that Clown just tunes out. 

What was he thinking about? Right. Onw of the higher ups from SC is inlove with him and tried making romantic advances in his direction. If he isn't wrong his name was Branzy. 

Now hat he thinks about it he feel embarrassed every their interaction was less than normal. 

Him finding Branzy on the roof and it turned out he was high and drunk. Then the same day he meet Branzy in a tea shop and Branzy had bothered him there for like half an hour?  

Clown really is glad that he didn't gibe Branzy his phone number. 

"-and Spoke was like 'if was pregnant, that play would've single handedly put me into pre mature labor'... we were playing FUCKING MONOPOLY!" Wemmbu angrily complained as he made some irritated hand gestures.

Clown's head shot up. "Spoke? As in Spoke is here? The guy that made a massacre in the middle of presidential debate this year?" 

It was all over the news, he was also investigating Spoke but found nothing. It was so frustrating to pour all your energy in one case and just not find the culprit. 

SC got some big backlash after that. 

"Uh, yeah?" Wemmbu nodded and ate a chicken nugget.

He can't what he is hearing. Spoke was basically one of the most wanted criminals. And now he is hearing that Wemmbu had played Monopoly with him? 

"Spoke is just a little guy tho. Flame doesn't really like him so don't tell him that I hang out with him." Mane nudges him with his elbow playfully as if to show that it's nothing bad to hang out with one of the most wanted men in the country.

"I don't know about you but I'm going to train." Clown stands up from his seat and leaves his empty plate and an empty plastic cup of yogurt on Flame's round table.

"Come on! You already trained yesterday and today!" Mane whined and looked at Wemmbu for a helping hand.

Wemmbu sighs and shakes his head as he watched Clown leave.

When he opens the door and walks out and closes the door again he is meet with a empty hallway. 

Clown starts walking into the direction of the training room. His head is full with bloody images. Distantly he misses the feeling of warm blood on his hands. But its still there. The blood, always there he will never be free from it. The screams. Always there in the deepest and darkest corners of his mind.

Wemmbu looks back at Mane who currently is so fucking dirty and the weird substances from the meat he ate are fucking everywhere on him!

"Mane I thought cats should be clean." He points his finger at Mane with an annoyed glare.

"I'm sorry that was Cendric, my evil alterego fursona." 

"Mane you are fucking weird." 

"Mapicc. Why did you had to drug my pancakesssss?" He whined as he still was not over Mapicc betraying him like that.

"Spoke, do you remember that one time where you didn't sleep for a month and you almost died?" 

"Come on! That was only one time thing!" He is so shocked and betrayed again. Now Spoke will start drugging Mapicc's food as an revenge. 

"Yeah and I'm Jesus." Mapicc was currently washing dishes his back turned to him. 

"Hi Jesus I'm Spoke, can you please stop drugging my food?" It's almost funny how Mapicc just looks at him with a deadpan stare.

"I'm gonna send you to hell-"

"NO JESUS DON'T DO THAT PLEASE!!!" 

And after that lovely chat with Mapicc about not drugging his food they separate ways because Mapicc is busy with cleaning and Spoke actually has something to do.

"Bye Mapicc!" Spoke shuts the door shut as he leaves the house for the first time in months. 

He is wearing the same set of shorts and shirts he always wears with the rainbow lighting and a rainbow bandana. His tail safety tucked into his pants. It is kinda uncomfortable but it's better than getting his tail cut off because someone decided to jump him. For this occasion tho he has a backpack on with pretty valuable stuff.

His and Mapicc's house is on the edge of the city. Most hybrids or any other people that are not fully human wouldn't go out but he is not most people.  

Mapicc is safe to go out becouse that idiot got his horns cut off I'm some random fight. And guess who had to take care of him? That's right Poafa. Not Spoke he would forgot Mapicc was bleeding out after five minutes. 

His dark skin and eyes bring many side eyes as walks out of the town. The stares seemed to follow him around. He just ignores them everyone always stared at him. 

When he leaves the town he ends up in the forest but continues to walk froward. 

He walks for an hour. His legs tired and not used to so much walking, hurt.

Just when he was about to give up and start crying he reached hsi destination. A cave! 

But not a normal cave you see. If you in the cave and pray that it's the right one you will end up in the biggest only-hybrid town in the country! 

It really should be hidden more but whatever. 

The beautiful wooden and stone buildings are everywhere, as Spoke walks deeper in he passes by a target with fresh food, some shops with trinkets. 

This is the place where you don't want to die and live a decent life. 

And Spoke is here to cause some havoc or just recruit people for his (right now non-existent ) army. 

At the middle of the big town there is a big fountain. 

When he stares too long at the fountain and children playing around it he wants to hesitate. 

It reminds his too much of how he and Parrot would just sit there. 

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"Spoke? Why are you not wearing normal pants like at all. I don't think I even seen you in some normal pants." Parrot asks as they sit at the edge of the fountain. The sound of water makes Spoke's mind stop nagging about taking a knife and destroy this fake paradise. 

"Bro, I'm just not cold. Y'know all that void stuff." Parrot gives him a side eye and sighs. 

"Why do I feel like it's something deeper?" The sympathetic stare Spoke receives makes him want to stay and resis these urges to cause chaos. To cause pain. 

"I'm chill like that." 

Parrot as if sensing that he doesn't want to talk about this anymore changes topic "Anyway. Vortex and Mapicc want to invite that yeah Jaron guy to our gang. What do you think about him?"

Spoke scraches his chin not really knowing what to say. "He is, really boring. But maybe that's that one kind of boring we need?" 

"Okay, bro you are speaking in riddles again." Parrot stood up and grabbed his hand. "Come on Mapicc will shit on us if we are gonna be more late than we already are." 

Spoke stands up too and let's himself be dragged by Parrot to their meeting spot that is just Mapicc's house. 

Holding Parrot's rough hand made Spoke realise how fragile happiness is. One wrong move and their group is gone, one wrong move and this whole town is fucked. 

"Bro! You are spacing out again! Lock in!" When he realise where he is Mapicc is sending him glares. As if he knows something he doesn't. 

When he looks to the side Vortex is playing Minecraft on Mapicc's old x box 360 with Jepexx. Jaron is nervously staring at him up and down, his hands on his thighs gripping them.

"Hi, hi, hi!" Spoke smiles and waves his hand in Jaron's direction. "I'm Spoke is here! And you are?" 

"I'm Yeah Jaron..." Jaron nervously waves his hand back. And glaces at his tail that is playfully swning from side to side.

"Jepex, why did you FUCKING DESTROY MY HOUSE-" Vortex throws his controller at Jepex and then when Jepex is down on the floor kicks his side.

"-Anyway," Parrot voice cracks as he tries to give a somewhat good impression of them to Jaron "-I'm so glad you wanted to join even tho you are a human." 

"Is there a problem with that?" Jaron cuts in rather defensively as he glares at him.

"Well-"

"-What Parror wanted to say is that he is so very happy you are here with us even tho most of your race hates us, and would hate you too if they knew you are helping us!" Spoke smiles and goes to Jaron's side and patted his back. 

"Haha, thanks." Jaron glances at him with unreadable expression. 

"SPOKE IS HERE WHY DID YOU ATE ALL THE ICE CREAM???!!!" Rather aggressively Parrot grabs his shirt and glares at him as if he had killed his entire family. 

"Bro chill, chilll it's just ice cream. You are lactose intolerant anyway." Spoke sweats as he glances at Jepex for help. Jepex only turns around and walks away not wanting to deal with angry Parrot.

Begin an only child Parrot can't fucking share or accept that someone ate his food. So Spoke with rather severe habit of just randomly stealing or eating not his food is his main suspect everytime. 

"Bro I swear to Void, it's not me it's Mapicc." 

"You are lying." 

"Nah trust"

Parrot hesitantly let's him go and goes to Mapicc's room to interrogate him.

It of course was Spoke but he really wants to live for another day.

"Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?" Jaron taps his foot and scaraches his chin with his hand.

"If you forgot something it's probably not important." Vortex wanting to just go shopping and not waste another half an hour before Jaron realised what he forgot dismisses him with a lazy wave of his hand.

"Okay." Jaron opens the door and leaves Mapicc's house, with Vortex following behind him.

"Guys?! Why is there an angry Endermite in my room?!" Mapicc is currently on the couch praying that the angry purple thing won't decide to go for him and kill him. 

Normally endermites weren't that strong but this one is on steroids or some shit. 

"Oh! Oh! He is mine! I told Jaron to feed him he probably forgot to close his cage!" Spoke walks into Mapicc's room and sees the endermite that normally isn't that aggressive. 

The endermite turns it's small head I'm his direction and starts to run in his direction and Spoke starts to run too because fuck he knows damn well Poopies won't hesitate to bite his head off. 

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When all of them were still teens Jepex decided to make a 'gang' as an act of rebellion to society and it's hate towards hybrids. Mapicc, Spoke, Parrot, Vortex and Yeah Jaron made a pretty good group. They joking called their 'gang' Life steal. 

Since the town was called the town of hearts and hearts are kinda the symbol of life and they wanted to be edgy you know? 

It honestly was stupid. They didn't even do anything rebellious, well maybe aside from that one time where they vandalised some random government building, or maybe that one time they doxxed some politician that hated on hybrids so much. Or maybe- 

Okay, well they actually did some petty rebellious things but that doesn't matter right now. And doesn't matter how out of group of five Spoke doesn't know who else is alive aside from him, Mapicc and Jepex. 

Spoke shakes his head. He has things to do, like overthrowing the government. Some random drama of his old friends doesn't matter to him... at all. 

What did he even wanted to do? Shit. 

Of course he would forget the reason he left the comfortable corners of his home. 

He was there to recruit an army. But also cause some havoc in the calm town. 

Should just drug everyone on the market? That would be cool but who is gonna be in his army? Ugh! Why it's so hard to make an angry to overthrow the government. 

He was standing there in the middle of the road. Which was quite stupid even for him but he gets rammed into by a certain neighbourhood human who was carrying a bag of some vegetable. 

Just this moment he fell down onto the ground distantly he can hear some glass shattering and some very familiar purple glass is coming from his backpack. 

With no time to spare he takes of the right now very dangerous backpack off and grabs Jaron's hand and just fucking skiddales away from there as fast as possable.

"S-spoke? What us happening?! What did you do?!" Jaron starts to struggle and slow them down so Spoke has no choice but to hide in some alley. 

"Listen. What you just broke in my backpack was a very important container that contained a very dangerous and as well kinda nuclear, drug! And I didn't do anything you'd decided to be a chungus and fucking pushed me!" He knew it wasn't smart to just yell at Jaron, he didn't know that he had a drug that could make hybrids go haywire and start to kill everything in sight that wasn't Spoke, Mapicc, Parrot even tho Spoke doesn't know shit if he even is alive or not. He really could just modify it but he decided that he was too lazy.

"What the fuck?! Spoke-"

Instantly Spoke can already hear some weird groans and some scared yells. Did he mention he made it so it's like a vampire thing and when a drugged hybrids bites another one it's drugged now too?

"Spoke, Spoke please tell me you have a cure if not I'm gonn tell Mapicc." Jaron grabbed his shoulders and just straight up begged. It made Spoke feel weird. It made his feel.... powerful and good. It's like he found himself. 

The distant yells and sounds of spilled blood make this moment all more memorabilia and enjoyable. It's almost makes him sick. He surpasses a grin and grabs Jaron's shoulders too.

"I already have a cure but, it's at my and Mapicc's house. Jaron don't worry everything will be okay." It almost pathetic how Jaron whimpers whenever there's a really loud sound of breaking bones, yelling, blood. His hands shakes as he tried to hold back a laugh.

Jaron hugs him as if to confort himself and Spoke. It's really warm and he wants to hesitate again.

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With how much Clown uses weapons he sometimes forgets about hand to hand combat. 

So right now he is doing just that. Punching the punching bag, sweating and praying.nobody sees him like this. 

Hand to hand combat is probably his least favourite, but what it someone catches him off guard and without a weapon? Or if it broke or, if it got knocked out of his hand? 

And so training this cursed form of combat it is. 

Even tho he is wearing some lights sweatpants and some t-shirt he is sweating so much it's unrealistic. He is really out of shape and it's embarrassing. 

"Hello again Dirk." 

A female hybrid stood at the door of the training room with her arms crossed and rather smug look. 

Clown only looked at her and nodded as an greeting and went back to comepletley getting destroyed by the punching bag. Why are these things so hard and just like that?

"Or should I say Clown." 

He stopped for a second but went back to punching, it was bound to come out, his badly hidden secret. He still wished he could live a little longer as a nobody and avoid the inevitable. 

"Okay so, you are not shocked at all." The voice is now deadpan, he could hear footsteps approaching him. She obviously didn't try to hide them as she came closer.

She stopped right bestie him and took a deep breath in and out.

"Why did you kill all these people?" Her voice was now quieter, more vulnerable as she let her hands hang at her sides.

He stopped, his breathing raw and uneven. Kinda expecting the question but not really. "I'm not gonna sugar coat it for you. I got a job, i kill them. If I killed someone you love I probably did that with no respect or sympathy. You can yell at me, punch me, insult me, I probably deserve that and more." 

The words felt like a facade he would force on himself when he was on some undercover mission he rehalsed again and again in his head.

Her fists clenched and she looked down not wanting to look at him. 

"You killed my uncle. Before that you killed my parents. You were lucky my parents were assholes. But I won't forgive you for my uncle." Her voice was like nightmares that his brain created everytime he wanted to sleep. 

He barely recalls how two years ago he killed two rabbit hybrids. He vaguely remembers looking for a third hybrid. It would be better to just kill whole family or the survivors will come for him. He already had experience with that.

"I don't have any excuse for that. It's all my fault most of your family is dead-" 

"FUCK YOU IT'S EVEN HARDER TO HATE YOU NOW! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE EGOCENTRIC PICE OF SHIT!" As if something broke Kaboodle brust out in tears. Her make-up smeared across her face as she wiped her tears with her hand.

Clown didn't knew what to do. Most of his life was just holding in any semblance of emotion or just begin angry at everyone and at the world. He only vaguely remembers his childhood where his parents would whisper sweet nothings into his ear if he would scrape his knee or from how his stomach hurt from hunger. 

They would hug him and say that next day they get their salary and get him a big meal. He remembers the big red letters saying 'envicted'.

He killed her parents and uncle. Should he hug her? The worst thing she can do is hate him more and punch him. 

Clown takes a shaky breath and takes a small step in her direction. Then he puts his scarred arms around her. 

She should push him away put she just leans in and starts to lightly punch his chest as if it should hurt. 

"Why I can't hate you? Why I can't hate you? Why I can't-" she wanted with her broken voice and Clown knows that it will be stuck in his head, in his nightmares for a long time. 

They stayed like this for some time. He can't really tell if it has been hours or minutes. When Kaboodle pushed him away and stomped away. His shirt was covered in some make-up that he coudn't name. 

He still had some training to do and all but he had enough for today, and trying to be more sympathetic and emotional was really tiring, he deserves some good hot shower. 

Clown still felt bad but it's just not to such extend to think about it more. 

He would also gonna need a new t-shirt, Clown doesn't think that this make-up is gonna just come off. 

Before he can leave a very stressed looking Leowook walks into the training room and starts to yell.

"Clown! There you are! We need you come with me! Get dressed and put your fancy suit on, come on, come on!" Leo practically dragged him out of the room and continued dragging him to Clown's own room. 

When Leo was dragging him trought the hall that was really busy and in chaos.

Then he shoved him in and shut the door. 

"By the way be as fast as possable!" Then loud and quick footsteps followed as Leo ran off somewhere. 

Seeing how Leo was stressed and yelled at him to be fast. He didn't waste any second as he got ready. 

Putting on his clown gear was nostalgic, familiar and welcome feeling. 

Alas it wasn't the time to start reminiscing about his old life. 

Clown swiftly put on his clown gear hid daggers in many places on his body just to be safe and took his Rosey. 

It has been too long. But he also doesn't have to much time to just start cleaning her and seeing if she is sharp enough. It looks like he will have to find out soon enough. 

With no time to waste he left his room and looked around for Leo or just anyone that is slightly capable to tell him what us going on. 

But he only sees Mane that just left Flame's room with Wemmbu. They don't look like they know what is really going on so he doesn't think much of them. 

When he was about to just look for anyone on his own Leowook appears again, with his full gear and the same expression on his face as before. So stressed out and tired.

"Thank god you are ready! You are actually the only capable person here!" Leo grabs his arm again and just drags him out of the base. 

Clown again sees (in passing) many men preparing for something. They all are in hurry and look really stressed. A big difference of the usual nonchalant aura that is in the base.

Leowook actually just pushed him into a car's (Clown embarrassingly struggled with getting his Rosey in the car) passenger seat and he himself sits on the driver's seat and without wasting any time he starts driving. 

It's honestly annoying how he doesn't know any details or why even is everyone looking so stressed. 

"So what is the mission." Clown idly asks as if he woudn't care either way. 

"In the biggest only hybrid town the town of hearts, the citizens started to go wild and kill each other. Our mission is to stop the wild hybrids and stop whatever is going on there before that, sickness? Virus. Spreads. Well also if, we don't really know if it really does spread." Leo says in one breath as if his own life dependent on it and kept his eyes on the road.

The town of hearts. Clown remembers the countless missions Ov-( don't think about him don't think about him don't think about him-) send him to find that town and execute everyone in it. 

The car jumps as Leo drives into some bigger hole and Clown almost gets a heart attack. Right his nasty habbit of losing focus. 

"HOlY-" The car almost drives into a tree as Leo desperately tries to take control over the wheel. They don't crash into the tree because of Clown that grabbed the wheel and made the car not drive into a tree but back on the road.

"-Shhhhit." 

"Leo, do you have a driving license?"

"Uhhh, Flame teached me how to drive, it basically works as a license right?" 

Clown only looked at Leo. His mask probably somehow scaring Leo as he looked back on the road and extra focused on not driving into a tree. 

At that moment Clown got disappointed in himself on how he allowed himself to lose when he was fighting Leo and Flame. 

Clown eyed Leo from behind his mask with distain. How could he lose to a guy who can't drive? 

"Okay- Uh can you stop looking at me like that? I can basically feel the judgement pouring from you." 

Clown only looked away, and decided that the trees were more interesting than Leo. 

"Okay...." 

"And we are here!" Leo basically jumped out if the car, the stressful expression from earlier coming back as he remembered what they were here for. 

Because of how remote the town was, and how long it took them to get here the whole town could be infected with the virus or not because as Leowook said he doesn't know if it spreads or not. 

It's honestly pitiful of how little information they have. 

Clown opens the door and takes a step onto the soil, instantly a disgusting stretch makes itself knows as he takes his first breath. 

The air smells like gore, blood, and some chemicals. So the virus is not natural at all. Interesting. 

It really sounds like Spoke's doing. Even tho he is pretty sure that guy is still there he still doesn't know the face of the guy. Even after all these years they don't have his face. 

"Hurry up. You have permission to kill some people inflicted with the virus but don't kill all of them. Out team will have to find cure somehow." Before Clown could ask anything Leo already sprinted into what looked to be a regular cave. 

Clown just followed after Leowook's steps and ran into the cave. 

They ran for minutes for what seems like never ending cave but then Leo stops and when Clown catches up to him he sees a pretty gruesome scene.

One cow hybrid was just devouring some corpse. The corpses stomach was teared apart and it's insides were all around them on the groud.   

Blood was everywhere on the ground, some on the walls of the houses he could even spot few corpses already. 

It was eerily quiet aside from the munching of the cow hybrid. 

It's gonna be a really tiring job of cleansing this town of the wild hybrids.

He swiped his Rosey and the head came clear an off. It was a cat hybrid, some foam was coming out of its mouth his eyes were pure white. It's movement was unnaturally brutal and it looked like it didn't even felt pain as if had already a gun shot wound on it's foot.

His body was unscaled, but his stamina was rapidly begin used. His movement turning more slow and weaker. It's been few hours. And probably few more if the towns state was anything to go by.

When he heard a some commotion coming from alley beside him. Clown slowly walked towards it while trying to be as quiet as possible. 

He saw two figures hugging one was clearly crying the other one was comforting it. Clown kept walking untill he was a good meter away from them. He still wasn't noticed so he spoke up.

"You, guys really should run, it's dangerous here." The one that was crying jumped and started clinging to the other. 

Now being this close he can see them better and can say that the crying one was fully human. The other one was some sort of void hybrid or a void inflicted human? Clearly not a void walker. Void influenced humans are really unstable mentally, their body changes, sometimes they die and turn into void, or their bodies turn black and their eyes white.

(Most of cases like that don't really live above 30's it's honestly rare if they even reach above 20's the void in them would corrupt their organs and kill them from inside out.)

Other than their body and psyche nothing else should change. Void hybrids have more unnatural shape(not always resembling a human), more smoke-like, they also are more lacking human emotion or understanding of humans. Often proceeding to stay in the void than on the surface. 

This one is, in surprisingly good shape. It looks like he is in his 20's from his experience he knows that the older the humans inflicted with void are the more their psyche goes haywire and they just go mad. 

"Y-yeah we are gonna do just that. Thanks." The void inflicted human dragged the human away. 

What a weird pair.

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Spoke was honestly at the verge of passing out when he saw Clown Pierce, the Clown Pierce.

He had in plans to talk to him and try to manipulate him into joining his still non-existent army.

But maybe it wasn't the right time. He still doesn't have any good cards to play if he revealed himself to Clown and asked him to join. It would really be better to just wait some time. (No he is not begin a coward)

"Jaron. Do you like, know what happened to parrot?" He also meant to have this conversation with Jaron but honestly the chaos stopped begin so fun when there is Clown Pierce lurking somewhere slaughtering the hybrids that had gone wild because of him.

"Sp-"

"Don't call me by that name!"

Jaron looks taken aback and more scared than before. Spoke takes a deep breath and tries to talk more softly to Jaron now to somehow calm him down.

"Sorry. It's just that a human that was born into this world with only goal to kill anyone that crosses his path is pretty near and I have really bad reputation if you know what I mean." 

Currently they are in some other alley. Way more hidden than the last one.

 Spoke doesn't know what is happened with him but just the fact that his plan that he completely forgotten about is in shambles and just that fucking Yeah Jaron is here it's making his head hurt.

"Parrot was supposed to be at the market buying foo-" 

"FUCK!" 

That was probably the worst thing he heard all day. If Parrot was at the market then he is probably dead. It was also good to hear that Parrot was alive too. 

"Spo- Speak? Uh-" 

"Poopies"

"ehhhh.."

"Alpha man"

"S-.... Alpha man. This is not funny. What should I call you I can't think right now." 

"SKIBIDI_GIGACHAT"

"Wow that is such a cool name uh. It's too cool for you sorry."

"Yeah you are right..." 

While Spoke's mind was distracted with thinking of a name for himself Jaron heard a very unsettling yell for help and a slash probably of a scythe. 

Spoke scratched his chin in thought of a name for himself. 

"Oh I know I'm gonna be Jeffrey-"

"Shush" Jaron out his hand on Spoke's mough and started to frantically look around. 

How silly Jaron was nothing dangerous is happening on this very beautiful- oh right he had released a very dangerous virus.

"Yo what's up dog- Spoke?" 

A very unassuming Parrot stood behind them and Jaron literally jumped and hugged Spoke. 

"Hi dawg." 

"Parrot I thought something happened to you oh god." A very worried Jaron looked at Parrot in search or any injuries as Spoke got lost in his mind.

What was he thinking about like minute ago? He kinda remembers some bits and pieces but it felt like his mind completely erased what he was doing before or just what he was thinking about as if he just switched brains with someone...

Wait. A very deadly virus that he accidentally unleashed... Ohhh everything came back to him now. Whatever maybe he didn't switch brains with someone. 

When Spoke tuned back in Jaron was done filling Parrot in about what happened.

"Dawg. You are telling me that Spoke accidentally let out a virus that makes any hybrid go wild and kill everyone." Parrot's drops the bag of groceries on the ground in shock and disbelief. 

"Okay not all of the fault is in me Jaron kinda pushed me." 

"Wait really?" 

"Honestly I don't really remember too many things happen today." 

The people that supposed to be here are here and arrived like half an hour ago and every time he comes across a group that hasn't meet him yet he is meet with raw insult's and saying that he killed someone that the person yelling at him lover or something. 

It's honestly annoying. It's not really public that he is in the hybrid side now but it's not really public that someone with the name Clown Pierce exist until he kills someone loved one. 

Now that he thinks about it. If he is with the hybrids now- (is he really with them with Flame and Mane? They never asked him to join or to get out. But can he really say he is on their side?) Will the SC and government reveal all his wrong deeds and put a bounty on him?

But his thoughts are interrupted by a cat hybrid that is different from the rest. The hybrid must be some kind of cat hybrid but it's ears are green and yellow the end of his very puffed out tail is green. The hybrid is wearing a black hoodie with a cyrcle and a 'K' in it with green and yellow colours. 

It's really unusual, not only because of the color of the fur but also he isn't just wildly jumping on him to attack and eat him. But he is hiding between a dumpster and the walk of the alley. Whispering something to himself, it really looks like he is on a verge of panic attack. 

Clown after a second of thought decides that he will help this one. He doesn't know if he's gone wild or just scared but either way he will try. 

"Hey buddy. Pss pss." 

"Can't you see I'm trying not to attack you right now?!- wait! What are you-"  

Clown not want to waste any time he picks up the hybrid and puts him on his shoulder. 

"Calm down. If you are worried about me, don't. Even if you lose control right now maybe I won't kill you." The body that he swung on his shoulder, stiffed. But he didn't pay that any attention as he started to walk again. 

Now the only thing he can hear is the hybrids panicked whispers as he tries to take deep breath. 

He only said that to motivate the guy to keep fighting. Maybe they could stay friends?

"-Spoke, Jaron, we have to find Ken. Wifies and I split up to look for him." A voice barely audible said. Clown looked at the hybrid and his ears perked up as if he recognised the voice. 

But what worried him was that the person said 'Spoke' it's pretty hard to just not break into a run and look for the mentioned Spoke. 

Old habits die hard. He still earlier that day went completely numb when he arrived killing anything that even looked at him wrong. It's really hard to just try and feel sympathetic or just feel anything. 

But honestly it's more than he ever let himself feel.

He started walking in tye direction the voices are coming from. 

"Don't say no name! Cl- a certain person is here that could hear it." 

When he hears the voice he almost stops in his tracks but instead he made sure that his foot steps are barely audible. The only thing that could duck him up was the hybrid.

"I'm not calling you Alpha man." 

"Aw man-"

When he is at the entrance of the alley he sees 3 people. Of that 2 he had already seen today. 'Spoke's face is blank as he stares at who is there. 

"I heard you guys were talking 'bout your friend. Maybe I can help you to find him." Now the two look at him too and it's almost comical how their mouths open with shock. 

"S- Alpha man... what the fuck." 

"Bro I think we are cooked."

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Spoke wasn't always this. He wasn't always a mess that only lived for the future and didn't care for the past burdens. (Or that's just how people described him after the incident.) 

His parents weren't always there. 

Like- they were there but not enough. They would buy him stuff to eat. They would say stuff like 'listen to your brother' and 'Brandon is such a lovely son. But [SPOKE] is really messy. Maybe Brandon will teach him how to behave.' 

Or maybe that was someone else speaking? 

He was 15. Fresh after school he went with his friends to hang out at their spot. It was just some abounded hospital at the verge of their town. 

They cleaned up the mess put some cheap mattress on the floor of the most intact room they could find decorated it. And that was their special place ever since. 

Only their small friend group knew. Only 5 people knew. 

They were doing homework. One of his friends decided they will go and explore a little more of the hospital. 

"Hey? [SPOKE] do you want to come with?" They person he doesn't remember the face or voice of reaches his hand over to him. 

"Nah. I'm gonna fail my chemistry classes if I don't do this man." 

"Okay suit yourself. But if I find something cool, it's mine." 

He only shrugged and went back to his homework that right now would look like child's play.

It's been some time and his friend didn't show up. Right now it was just him and [SPOKE] here. The rest was busy with other stuff. 

It's been a good hour. He decides to call him maybe something happend? 

He calls and it goes straight to the voice mail strange. His chronically online friend would pick up in a heartbeat. 

He doesn't even get to stand up from his comftable seat before he sees a very strange creature. It's body almost a smoke but not really. The eyes are also black. Soon the whole rooms temperature drops until it's freezing. 

"H-hey big guy?" 

The weird thing is just staring at him. 

[SPOKE] should be scared. He should just run away but somehow, he is so intrigued and interested. He slowly stands up to not scare the thing. And slowly comes closer.

When he is few meters in front of them it titles his head and suddenly smoke covers it's form and when it cleared [SPOKE] is meet with an identical copy of himself. (Except the colors.)

"Damn dude that's sick! I'm [SPOKE] you?" He offers a handshake with a smile and waits a little. Seeing that the thing didn't move a bit he let's his hand hang at his side. 

"Hello?" He waves his hand in front of it's face and still no response.

He reached over to touch this things shoulder. And when he put his hand on the weird creature he felt so much pain. 

How did it get so cold? He couldn't feel his hand as if already frose. The black smoke that [SPOKE] recognised as void traveled from his hand to his whole body and before he could scream he was already losing concussnes. 

It's honesty funny that he can say now that he got touched. 

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"Why do you mean by cooked? I am not a cannibal." Clown stood there with his scythe in hand and a cat hybrid over his shoulder.

"Jaron. Did the person Spoke was talking about was Clown?" A parrot hybrid whispered to a human not expecting Clown to hear it.

The human or Jaron only shakily nodded.

It was honestly freeing. Finally begin the one in control. Most if the time he would just kill and walk away. But their fear really made him smile.

"Come on I'm not that scary am I?" The amusement in his voice clear. Under his mask he smiled. It was really funny how they was practically shitting themselves.

"Hello! Clown! Seeing as you are with Flame and can't kill us, can you give us Ken and leave?" Spoke walked in front of the two and smiled carefree and happy.

"Oh you really know your stuff. But I can't really let this fella go. You see he is infected but still not lost his mind."

"Nah I think he will be in better hands with us."

"I really don't think so."

"No I really insist."

Their passive-aggressive back and forth continued as Jaron and parrot hybrid watched and the cat hybrid still was whispering or just quietly whimpering.
"It really seems like this is going nowhere. I'm just gonna go." Not getting his guard down he turned around and started to walk away.

"Spoke we can't let him get away with Ken!" Parrot whisper yelled and Spoke only grabbed his writs and confidently started to walk beside him.

"What are you guys doing?!" Jaron screeches and follow them.

"Guys. Chill he can't kill us. And besides he is on out side- well in a weird way that I don't know how but yeah." Parrot looked at him nervously but nodded. Jaron only grabbed Parrot's hand and walked with them.
Clown didn't pay them any mind as he walked with Kenadian on his shoulder. He really didn't look too good. The whispering stopped and it looked like he had passed out.

They walked trough the quiet town that had been so lively with their guard up.

But nothing really could have prepared then to see the market.

Even Spoke felt his stomach twisting uncomfortably as he smelled the air and watched the scene.

But before he could get a warming Spoke just started to vomit in the ground. His stomach squeezing to empty itself as Spoke could barely breathe.

"Spoke?!" Parrot worried got his hair out of his face and rubbed small circles into his back.

Jaron having gone through too much just stood there as he watched his friend vomit blood, some food that his body didn't digest yet and some worrying black goo.

Clown only stopped after he was more then few feet away. Looked at them then shruged and almost just walked away when he turned on his heel and waited for them.

Clown really should have walked away. He really should just walk away and not-

Walk over to them and ask if they need help.

"Do you need help? I can carry him." Parrot hybrid and the human looked at him with the same questionable look.

"No? Okay. I will just... wait." He took a step back so the hybrids and human could do their thing help Spoke and then they could go.

Clown just awkwardly stands there. It's really stupid but he promised himself, he promised to be better. To actually try and sympathise and help people. And if he was the one vomiting he would want someone to carry him or help him in any way.

Before his mind could wander any more he hears hid name begin called.

"Clown, he is not responding, h-he is not-" the parrot hybrid is shaking and holding onto Spoke's arm with desperation he had seen too many times.

"Calm down. I will help him. But can you let me help him?" Yes always remember about consent. Consent is really important. Researching on Google how to be a good person really is helpful. (When he gets back in his room he should also research about these words Mane keeps on using.)

The parrot hybrid only nods and Clown doesn't waste any time to pick up Spoke and start running to where Leo and just medical stuff should be.

Leo seeing Clown carry two strangers with two more running behind him made him really confused and also worried.

"Clown?-"

"No time he needs a check up and this one is inflicted with virus but still haven't gone wild." At this point his words aren't these cold calculated words that hid his emotions but a clear worry was shining thought.

Leo nodded and called some people here and they helped with the two now unconscious men and got them to some doctors.

Clown realising that it's all over and he is not even in that town anymore looked down at himself. Covered in blood and guts. A realisation dawned in in him.

To actually become a good person will be so much harder than he expected it to be.

Good people don't kill anyone. And they expecially don't walk around covered in blood and guts if their opponents.

Good people don't go completely numb whatever they go on any mission or hear the word mission.

"Ay yoo! Clown! My guyyy!" Mane puts his way too warm arm on his shoulder with too much excitement.

"How you feelin' ?" Clown could hear the smile in his voice and it's so weird. Mane is happy to see him. Mane is happy to see him.

"I'm tired. I spent all day in the town." He says honestly, Mane is an ally, a friend. And he watched the documentary about friendship. The 'My little pony'. And honestly is really important in friendship.

"Damn! Dude! I just got here but I can drive you back if you want?" Mane pokes his mask and wipes something from it with a grimace (probably some guts)

"Sure, are you a better driver than Leo?" Clown, more awkwardly puts his arm too on Manes shoulder, in the corner of his eye he sees a very familiar pair of white bunny ears and blue hair. He decides to ignore how his scalp tingels as he receives a very intense stares from that direction.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Okay I'm driving."

"Aren't you tired?"

"Yeah and?"

"Dude-"

In the end Clown was the one driving. Somehow. Well he only had to just insist and do something he doesn't remember doing at all and that is argue. And not juts agree with whatever is said.

When they arrived, Clown practically ran to the shower and changed his clothes and wash that dirt off his body and actually inspect it if he didn't get stabbed and didn't notice.

And he is fine. No wounds. So after that he just wore some random things that were in his dresser.

When he went to look for Mane he found him in Flame's room, this time on his bed and watching something on TV.

"What are you doing?" Clowns peeks his head from behind the door looking at Mane who is really comfortable even tho he is not in his room. Or does he think Flame's room is his?

"Watching Netflix."

"What is that?"

"Oh my god- I forgot you are not brain rotted. Just-Just sit here." Mane pats a spot next to him and Clown walks over to sit next to him.
He sat not too close and not too far away so it wouldn't seem like he didn't want to be near Mane and looked at the TV.

"Okay so this is called Sponge bob. He is a sponge that is also a cook at crusty crab, this is his friend Patrick " Mane points at a yellow sponge in a suit? And a hat? Then at a weird guy only in shorts? That's public indecency. Is that an adult documentary?

"Why is he only wearing shorts?"

"He is a starfish and yeah."

"That doesn't explain anything."

"Just watch it!" Mane says now annoyed, Clown can only wonder what annoyed him this much.

During their watching session Clown became less confused. It was honestly surprising and shocking how silly the Sponge bob square pants documentary is fun and entertaining. He found himself snorting or chucking whenever Patrick the starfish did something silly and stupid.

The friendship between Sponge bob and Patrick was pure and truly sweet.

Clown felt his eyes stuck to the TV. He didn't even realise how Mane seemed to move and get closer to him and just start to cuddle with him and just play with his hair.

When the 7th episode he watched ended he realised Mane was playing with hsi hair and his limps were everywhere tangled up with his own.
"What are you doing?"

"Bro I'm bored and always wanted to do this."

"Okay."

Maybe it was like a friendship thing. We're friends supposed to do this.

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"You only dare to talk to him because you didn't see how vile, and fucking evil he is!" Kaboodle practically spat in his face as she was very visibly holding back from just punching him in the face.

Mane was currently getting ready to go and aid in the towns of hearts incident. Clown already went there so he wasn't in the base and wouldn't hear how Kaboodle was basically insulting him.

"Listen, he was just doing what they told him to do. You would do the same if you went through what he did." Mane didn't look at her knowing she will just spit in his face in anger. And he would much rather avoid that.

(It already happend once when they were fighting.)
"Mane, Mane. He killed my parents, and my fucking uncle. You don't just forgive for doing that!" Kaboodle was practically spiting each word with poison. It was honestly scary to see. This angry Kaboodle.

"I don't want to talk about it now. Or just ever." Mane closed his locker and went to the garage where some car was that he could drive. By God's he hope his voice wasn't shaking.

Kaboodle followed him like a shadow and angrly send glares in his direction.

"Fine, but I'm going too I wanna help."

"Sure shorty."

It doesn't matter that after his attempt at humor Kaboodle yelled at him more for the rest of their drive. (He barely avoided crashing the car.)

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Clown woke up in the normal position on his back with his hands straight at his sides and his legs too. It was also really warm. It felt like he was on a warm puffy cloud.

He heard soft purring of a cat and-

Now he doesn't have a cat. And Clown is on he colder side. It's not possible for him to be this warm. Then he slowly opens his eye and sees a head full of blond dreads and two cat-like ears.

So it's Mane. He honestly felt kinda flattered that Mane felt so safe with him that he could completely relax and sleep.

It was like a reward for being a good friend.

Mane's body was glued to his side his tail peeking up from the blanket. His hands were somewhere. Clown's brain was honestly sleepy to actually see where they were.

But they probably were tangled in the sheets or on his torso. It was so warm he couldn't tell.

But when he looked to the other side of the bed he could see Flame without his shirt or blindfold snoring quietly. He didn't even have a blanket for himself. He must really just run hot.

Mane's purring was honestly... adorable? It felt like he had a cat cuddled up to him sleeping.

Clown leaned his head back and sighed. It was honestly weird. The Clown from before wouldn't even dare to close his eyes in a bed with a stranger. Much less two strangers.

When had Flame came in? Wasn't Clown a light sleeper? He would have woken up.

It really felt like he was doing so good. Maybe his life will get more normal? Or will it get worse?

"Booo I hear you thinking so hard." Mane mumbled and suddenly the purring stopped and Mane sat up.

"I'm so hungry." Then he turns around to see Flame and then pushes Falme off the bed. "Wear a shirt loser, you are not flexing your abs to anybody here. Clown has probably like nine-pack."

Clown definitely doesn't have nine-pack. It's not even possible to have a nine-pack

Flame to Mane's despair was still sleeping even after his rant. He just huffs and gets out of the bed to the kitchen probably.

Clown just stays there. Even tho his heater is gone he still wants to enjoy the morning peace.

Well he really didn't get to do that because Mane came back and pushed him off the bed too.

"Come on bro, we are getting food." Mane then grabbed his leg and just dragged him half way through the room before giving up and lightly kicking his side repeatedly.

"Can you stop?" Clown complains but doesn't try to actually make Mane stop. He is still somewhere on the verge of falling asleep.

"No."

After a few minutes Clown yawns and stands up. Flame is still snoring in the background as Mane and Clown actually walk to the kitchen.

When Clown's feet touch the cold marble floor of the kitchen he shudders and winces.

In the kitchen Mane takes some meat out of the fridge, that Clown can't really name and starts eating it.

"Is it really safe to eat?"

Mane Pear however ignores him and just bites into the chunk of meat.

Clown is too sleepy to feel hungry so he just pours himself a glass of water.

It's silent for a while. The only noises are of Mane's chewing and Clown's quiet breathing.

"Yo, has anybody seen Wemmbu?" Egg said Mane jumped surprised but Clown had seen him walk in and stand in the middle of the room for a while.

"No I didn't see him."

"Oh, okay." Eggchan then just walks away, probably to look for Wemmbu.

Then the silence fails again and Clown wants to go back in bed and sleep a little more.

But he remembers yesterday and how he should pay a visit to two inviduals that he had saved and see if they are okay.

But would they want to see him? Should just spend his day training like any other day?

"Mane you are so stupid." Flame walks into the kitchen with his shirt on and flipped off Mane who was just devouring the meat.

"Clown we are going to the town today." Flame puts his hand on Clown's shoulder with a serious expression and Clown fears this day won't be boring as he hoped it would be.

"We are gonna spy on a guy that worked before in the SC, Brandon? Branzey?- Branzy." Flame then pats his head and Clown wonder why would he do that to another grown man.

"Oh I know him, he hates me. Like my Clown persona." He states as a fact and gently pushes Mane out of the fridge to see what is there to eat.

The now warmer air of the fridge hit his face and he took a natural yogurt out, closed the fridge and opened a drawer to take a spoon so he can eat it.

"But he also flirted with me when he was drunk. And i wasn't in my Clown gear."

Both Flame and Mane stop and look at each other completely baffled and shocked.

"Say, Clown. You don't happen to be interested in infiltrating, Branzy?" Mane amused crossed his dirty hands and smirks.

Flame pushes him annoyed. "No we are not doing that. And even if I doubt Clown even knows what you are talking about. stupid."

"Yeah Flame is right I have no idea what do you mean Mane."

Mane only sighs and opens back the fridge looking for something to eat.

It's been months since Branzy saw David. The man from his dreams his bisexual awaking. It's honestly sad how he slowly forgets how he looks like.

His dark black eyes that hold the weight of the world his wavy black hair that perfectly frames his face and those cute moles on his face that no one really notices. Two under his bottom lip, one under his eye. Small but present.

After SC just stopped begin a thing and with government looking for replacement another project was formed to protect the people. It was the invisible force...? Or maybe it was the invisible? Maybe just invisible.

He got a job there. But his high position didn't really transition there and now he just does some more important paperwork. It's also annoyingly more secretive. Public doesn't know anything. They are sill just yelling about the SC falling apart.

So now he is on the roof. The roof where he meet the person he wants to see the most in the world right now.

The sun above him was shining and people below him talked and laughed.

It made him feel kinda jealous.

Rek says that Branzy will never see David but Branzy still holds hope.

"Are you sure we should start here?" Flame asks as they go up the stairs to the roof where Clown had meet Branzy for the first time.

They were only now starting to look for him. When it was midday.

But Clown's mind was stuck to the building in front of them. It was Zam's old apartment. Ash had lived there too. The fast that he killed Zam weighted on him. After just getting to know him Clown got so attached it hurt.

Only now his brain registered what Falem had said and he just nodded. "This is the first place where he saw me as David. So I think he should be here?"

Flame snorted and smirked. "David. What a creative name."

Clown thought about what he should do. Flame annoyed him now. And Mane would push him off the stairs or just shove him into a wall. But that would be too far. What if something happend? Better to just not do any shoving until they are off the stairs.

When they are at the top Clown opened the door and saw a figure that vaguely represented Branzy's figure. Looking at the streets below with a sad expression.

Clown came closer but kept his steps quiet his guard was up as he gestured Flame to stay.

"Hello." Clown cringed at his own voice. It was really flat. It sounded like him but when he was still stupid and a 'weapon'.

"Huh, am I dreaming?"

David looked so, lively. His cheeks got color and his eyes got that spark that Branzy decides he will protect until he dies.

He wore some white band t-shirt and some black baggy jeans. Simple but so him.

His hair a little longer than before framed his face so perfectly. No photo or memory could beat the real thing.

"H-hey?" It was awkward but when David smiled ever so slightly Branzy felt like he was In heaven.

"How have you been? You are still pretty as ever... i see." It was so awkward he could see how David quietly laughed. And Branzy was blessed by gods of this dying relam.

"You are still silly as ever. I see." Branzy could feel his whole face heating up. The David that he knew months before would rather die than talk more than 3 words. Much less smile or even lightly tease him.

But seeing this seeing this whole another side of his Branzy wonders if he meet a completely different person.

David came up to him and started looking at the cars passing by and the people.

"You know I wondered if I ever see you again." He felt a smile of his own appear on his face as they locked their eyes.

"Ah. Don't worry. I'm here."

And Branzy swears he could die happily right there.

Flame has no idea what he is looking at.

He really doesn't know what the fuck is he looking at.

Branzy. The guy that is their only chance to know about this invisible group. And Clown is openly flirting with him? And he is flirting back?

He honestly thought Clown was aro ace, this honestly changes so many things. This is honestly crazy.

If they kiss Flame will crash out. That dude doesn't even have his blessing to kiss Clown. They are practically family now. And this is insane.

Mane would just start recording. And when that thought crosses his mind he pulls out his phone and from a small crack between the door and the doorframe he only hoped Clown with his really quick thinking doesn't catch up on what is happening.

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He didn't knew how long it was. His eyes stuck to the pile of papers that was slowly getting smaller with each quick signature and a step or a polite decline with a stamp.

He didn't even realised when the door to his white office opened.

A purple dragon happily skipped to him with a grin and a quiet laugh.

"Kitten, kitten, kitten. When will you come out and actually start doing something? Crushing! Your enemies to the dusts with that army of yours? That Over-guy was kind enough to die and give his all hard work to you." Now the figure put their hand in his shoulder their mouth dangerously close to his ear. Purring and spilling out words with a pleading tone.

"Boss didn't give permission yet. He probably wants the Jester." He answers with a emotionless tone. Not looking if the purple figure is still smiling or if his smirk got wiped off his face.

The purple figure scoffs and sits on his desk almost pushing off some papers. "That chungus life is not for me. The same goes for my paycheck. Egg is getting too attached too. If plan fails it's your fault."

He wonders why he still does this. Not all hybrids are bad not every hybrid took his son away and made him insane.

The void was the one who turned him into a monster that only craves destruction.

But it's honestly impossible to get assassin's in the void and not become inflicted or die. So other hybrids to force the void from it's dark corner of the world.

"Minuuuteeee don't ignore meeeee you can go back to your bat-man thoughts after you double my paycheck." Wemmbu poked his shoulder again and again until Minute groaned.

"I'm gonna higher your paycheck only by 50 procent."

"Boo Your old middle age brain probably doesn't comprehend how stupid that is."

Just like that the purple figure was in no time out off his office. He expected it. Wemmbu was a really rash spender and if he wants something he will buy it.
With a sigh He went back to his slightly messy paper and turned his brain off so he could focus.

The white room was silent. And Minute could only think about how Wemmbu is similar to his son, that he birthed and raised on his own.

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Spoke always liked these myths or like scary stories about Watchers or Listeners.

Most of the time he would just wonder if they were real. If such begins existed.

But after walking aimlessly after the void thing. He started to wonder.

You listen, you watch, you also speak.

There are Watchers, Listeners but what about like Speakers. Those who Speak?
Those who actually interfere, those who speak up.

Spoke likes to think that he was created when a lone Speaker spoke out and he was there he was Spoken. And he is the aftermath, Spoke.

He is the thing that happend. He Spoke. And he is Spoke.

When Mapicc his only friend from his previous life saw him in a ditch he didn't hesitate to help Spoke.

Mapicc is only thing that is a lead to his previous life. The only one who knows him now and sticked.

Who wanted to stick. Who recognised him.

Mapicc said that he had a father. A biological one. Mapicc said that they were really alike.

But Spoke doesn't like him. If what Mapicc said is true then why didn't his father just been here. After all that. Why didn't he hug Spoke and accept him and try and support him.

Weren't parent supposed to love you unconditionaly?

His thoughts were filled with the images of past as he laid in a familiar white room.

Spoke thinks he remembers, the white rooms the ever blinding white lights.

It really feels as if a man with black hair and some facial hair was gonna pop his head out of the door and ask if he wants a snack that he made while he was bored and didn't knew what to do with it now.

"-ke? Spoke?" The voice was warm and Spoke felt warm. The voice that only ever called him [SPOKE], a name that he doesn't think suits him or makes him feel like 'yes that's me'

"Da-"

What did he almost say? Dad? Dad is bad dad doesn't like him.

"Mapicc?"

That's better Mapicc likes him and takes care of him.

"Rest dumbass."

And he does rest. Now filled with warmth from a familiar person.

"I think I'm high."

Clown didn't knew what the fuck is going on with him.

Lost in trance that he didn't knew if he wanted to get out of his heart is doing flips and he feels goosebumps running down his spine. And the person beside him is the reason.

Clown never wants his eyes to leave this man, Or this man's eyes to leave him.

It was like after all these months Branzy grew 100 times prettier and his voice instead of annoying him smoothes his nerves.

Just standing there made him feel like the luckiest person in the word.

He didn't even realise how his face started to turn red and the corners of his mouth turing upwards.

Branzy smiled. And both of them started to slowly inch closer to each other.

Clown could feel Branzy's breath on his face and it smelled of cigarettes.

Before his brain could make a connection between the smell and distant memories of his childhood. He could heard a thug coming from the door to the roof and when he turned his head too look at what happened he could see...

A very angry? Or annoyed Flame.

Instantly Branzy and him pulled away so they were atleast few meters away from each other.

It all dawned up to him. How the fuck just begin near Branzy made him feel this way. It's so strange and terrifying.

He shouldn't enjoy it this much.

"Hi David! And you must be Branzy? Cool cool. I am- Fl-Filip. And I'm David's older brother." Flame looked at Branzy with a look that Clown wouldn't want to be directed in his direction and put his hand on Clown's shoulder.

Branzy only looked more nervous and looked between him and Flame.

"W-well.. it's nice to meet you Filip. As you know I'm Branzy."

"I don't like you." Flame glared at him with those uncovered mismatched red and yellow eyes.

Now Clown confused looks at Flame. Weren't they supposed to 'infiltrate Branzy'?

Branzy slightly jumped and stammered at the harsh words that came out of Flame's mouth.

"But David, seems to 'like' you so I tolerate you." Flame looked at Clown as he said it and back at Branzy with a glare.

Clown was kinda stuck in his own little world just terrified of his feeling stare at the ground and wonder what his life has become.

Later after a very awkward and tense talk Branzy took them to some cafe. Most of the time it was Clown and Branzy chatting while Flame stared daggers at Branzy.

It was honestly a very nice day for Clown. Just hanging out with a man that makes him feel weird and his friend.

Today was Kaboodle's day off and she honestly would rather die than spend time in the base.

So she got out to the city. On her own. With the ever absent risk of begin discovered as a hybrid. She had on a beanie that would hide her ears comfortably and some baggy clothes that somehow match the beanie. Her hair is covering the empty places where her ears should be.

Of course she was very blue. Her hair clothes and headphones that she only wore of the aesthetic because her ears are covered and there is no way for her to listen to music with her ears.

Bored of just walking around aiming she sat down on some bench and sighed.

But it was not too long before she couldn't hear a very panicked yells.

"Herobrine! Herobrineee! Don't run!" A very out of breath female voice said. (Kaboodle decided to ignore how cute and pleasing for the ears it is.)

"Why did you name that a dog? And why did you get another one? I won't babysit them for you." A male voice said not out of breath at all.

When she was about to turn around to see what was happening a white fluffy Samoyed (not very fluffy 'cause he is covered in mud)

"FUCK-!" She fell to the ground witha yelp and the dog sat on her torso all happy with hsi tounge out and his tail wagging and making mud go everywhere.

Her heart started to melt as she smiled lightly. But she stopped as soon as she realised the situation she is in. Covered in mud in a public place and a dog sitting on her.

"Ash! Help me help me! A-"

"Oh my gosh you are so annoying Herobrine, come on. Come here!" The male voice called out and the weight out of her chest jumped onto the ground and probably to the guy.

Now having a chance to see who even was responsible for the very wild dog her eyes fell on a-

Kaboodle honestly doesn't know if words can explain how beautiful the begin infront of her is.

It really feels she was starting for way too long but her eyes just don't want to leave this girl with those cute glasses and her beautiful short hair that makes her look even more unique and special.

"Oh my God Herobrine look they are so gay. Herobrine you are the yuri whisperer I want you to know that."

Some voice said but she didn't listen because all her attention is on the girl.

Their eyes locked and embarrassed Kaboodle looks away with her face red.

In the corner of her eyes she can see how the guy lightly elbows her and she nervously opens her mouth.

"Hi? I'm Squiddo. And this is Ash Swag and the dog that jumped on you is Herobrine." The dog barked as he heard his name. Ash only nodded and stayed silent.

"I'm Kab." Normaly she wasn't this awkward but the presence of this girl is making her brain go haywire.

But remembering she is still laying on the ground she stands up and tries to get as much mud off as possible.

The girl Squiddo only stayed silent and lost in thought. But Ash only scoffed as he looked at her and started talking

"Hey, it's kinda her fault that you are dirty and all. And my apartment is close by. We can go there and you can clean yourself up-"

"What do you mean by my fault? You decided we don't need a leash today." She huffs and pokes Ash's arm.

Back to Ash he is ridiculously tall. She is probably loser with her height to hid shoes than his head. It's really just crazy how tall he is.

"Okay we can go there I really need to clean myself." Kaboodle tried to sound as calm as possible even if she wants to just kick her feet as she looks at Squiddo then back at the Herobrine still happy and silly.

After an awkward pause Ash starts leading the way to his apartment and Kab and Squiddo followed and at the end was Herobrine.

"Didn't I tell you that a clown killed my boyfriend?" Nonchalant as ever Ash mentioned as he lazying gestured to a abounded tea shop they were passing by.

Kaboodle felt her mouth open in shock. Clown Pierce killed someone he loved too? Even tho that's horrible news she is happy that she isn't alone in this situation.

"You keep venting to me about your dead yaoi Ash." Squiddo this time elbowed him. But it didn't really work out because she hit his arm more than anything.

"If I may join this trauma dump Ash killed my parents and uncle."

Both of them had stopped and looked at her as if she grew a second head.

"Squiddo kept talking how he isn't so bad because he like saved her yesterday, but thanks to you maybe she'll join my Clown hate club." Ash ruffled Squiddo's hair and started to walk again.

"Guysssss. I think I'm gonna join Clown hate club."

Kaboodle felt herself smile and laugh. It really felt like she was understood and her opinion about Clown was finally valid.

After more walking they arrived at Ash's apartment and there she spend the rest of her day, the awkward and sweet moments with Squiddo were stuck in her head and the trauma dumping session about Clown and it felt so good. So good.

Chapter Text

Clown takes a sharp turn out of an allay. He was really, really late for their hang out with the Swag twins and Zam.

They were so, gonna annoy him again for just begin late.

"OMG it's Clownzy!" Zam yells with a smile as he sees Clown speed walking in their direction.

"You are so cringe. Branzy has a wife. " Ayaan grumbles and takes a step back from Zam. "I want you to know I don't give you my blessing to marry my brother."

"Okay shut up fam. You are just mad Zam is shipping your crush with someone else." Ash flips off Ayaan and puts his hand on Zam's shoulder.

Clown barely stops when he is meet with a very annoyed twins and Zam rushing to hug him with a smile and just good energy that is so not like half of their group. (The half begin the twins.)

"Weren't we supposed to be going to the cinema right now?" Clown lightly pushes Zam away as he despises physical touch with passion.

"We were waiting for you phm- Dirk" Ash barely hold back a snort of laughter that probably wouldn't stop for few minutes.

"Okay, you are not funny." Ayaan pushes Ash in the direction of the cinema so they would finally go in and watch some movie Zam picked.

"What are we even watching?" Clown walked to the small waiting line with his 3 friends following behind him.

"Zam what are we watching?" Ayyan turned his head to Zam who opened his popcorn already and was halfway through just grabbing a fist of it and shoving it in his mouth.

"Uhh- I think it's... Sonic?"

"Cool" Ash took some popcorn from Zam's bag and put it in his mouth.

Of course Zam looked annoyed at Ash and shoved a middle finger to his face. "Here, eat this bitch"

"Huh." Clown didn't watch Sonic when he was younger. When he was younger he would watch something like Minecraft gameplay of his favorite YouTuber. Or some slime videos.

"You don't like Sonic? We can just leave and watch something else another time." Ayaan put a hand on his shoulder and his expression looked way to serious as if he wasn't talking about a movie.

It honestly confused Clown. Ayaan was really nice. But only to him. He couldn't figure out why. Was he just crazy for thinking that? But he is pretty sure Ayaan would just say to anyone else to suck it up and that the world keeps spinning.

So why was he so nice?

Clown thought for a moment that was maybe he was special to him. Precious to him.

Because Clown was lost in his thoughts he forgot to answer to the question Ayaan asked so he just huffed and mumbled. "Okay, so you just hate me."

"Huh? I don't hate you."

But Ayaan just joined in to Ash's and Zam's conversation probably to just insult Zam and Ash.

Clown decided to just brush it off and think of it like one of his mood changes.

When it was finally their turn Zam practically pushed Clown aside to pay for everyone's tickets but not Ayaan's.

He offered told Zam that he will delete his account on online casino for this.

But after waiting for the argument to die down and almost getting kicked out they are finally at their respective seats.

First was Ayaan then Clown, Zam and Ash. This way there won't be any fights.

They were somewhere in the middle. Zam already ate his own popcorn so he tried to steal from Clown.

Clown didn't mind so he let Zam take some of his but after ten minutes Zam checks his phone and looks at Ayaan.

"That dude just deleted my roblox account... oh wait that was my other account. He didn't delete my og one."

"You email is [email protected] and your password is Princess.wam." He finishes with a smirk as he just doxxed Zam's roblox account that he spends mostly atleast 30 dollars on.

Zam looks terrified as he checks his texts with Ayaan and sends something to him and sits straight in his seat.

After a minute he just starts to steal Ash's popcorn.

"How did you know that?" Interested Clown looked at Ayaan who proudly puffs out his chest and crosses his arms afte rhis victory.

"I have my secret completely legal methods."
Clown smiled and giggled at him. It was so Ayaan to do that. Clown knew that his method was anything but legal and moral.

"Ash you brother is bullying me. Do something!" Zam clinged to Ash's arm with a pleading face and Ash creally amused just smiled.

"Don't just smile at me and look so pretty!!" Someone sushed Zam as he was too loud and the ad's were slowly ending.

"Clown. Tell your simp to not delete my roblox account. I spent too much money on the outfit there and the VIP for dress to impress." Zam turned to him with pleading eyes.

"Ayaan. Can you not delete Zam's roblox account?"
"First of all I'm not a simp second fuck you third. No."

"Okay shut up. The movie is starting."

"Fuck you Ash."

The rest of their time there was spend mostly in silence.

Once in movie when "the ultimate life form' appeared Zam elbowed him and said that he is almost like Clown. But Ash quietly argued that 'shadow' is more like him.

Their quiet argument was going on till the end if the movie.

Clown honestly was just confused. More when a fat guy with a big mustage appeared and Ash screamed 'oh no he is gonna piss on the moon!!'. He doesn't remember that guy even doing that. It was really confusing but also fun.

When the movie ended their group took their trash and threw it out and just left. Zam said that he wants to spend some time with Ash and gave a weird look to Ayaan and left with Ash.

Now alone in front of cinema Clown looked at Ayaan and his purple eyes.

"So what should we do now?" He asks and Ayaan grumbles something under his breath and sighs.

"I'm tried. Let's go to my house." Then grabbed his hand and dragged Clown in the direction of Ayaan's house.

"Wait I gotta text my dad." He pulls out his phone and picks Ferre's contact and sends few quick texts to him that the movie ended and it was good and that now he was going to Ayaan's house.

He got a simple thumb up as an reply and turned off his phone and put it in his pocket.

"Let's go."

Ayaan started walking while still holding Clown's hand. Ayaan's hand was smooth and warm his hand was also smaller. While his was rough and bigger and veiny.

They talked about meaningless things. School, Clown's martial arts classes, Ayaan's school's council headaches, Clown offered to help and he agreed.

And in no time they were in front of Ayaan's house. He opened the small gate that was around his house and walked in. When Clown walked trough he closed it behind him and went first to open the house.

"My parents are not home by the way." He lazily mentions as he opens the door and walks in and takes off his shoes. Clown follows and closes the door behind him.

A fluffy feline creature jumps down from a couch, softly meows and walks up to Ayaan.

"Ew. You are so ugly." But pick up the cat and softly starts to pet him.

"I'm so hungry." Clown complains as he starts to pet the cute cat too.

"Eat the couch."

"I'm hungry. I'm starving." Clown complains and looks at Ayaan with pleading eyes.

"You are always hungry. Like how fats your metabolism is? How Ferre feeds you?" Ayaan puts down the cat and starts walking to the kitchen probably to make him some food.

It's honestly kinda scary how much Clown eats, and how fast his metabolism is. He always brings some lunch to school but it's not always enough. He honestly got used to just not always eating when he is hungry.

But today he felt s little more hungry than normal.

He started to play with the cat. While waiting for Ayaan to make just anything.

It took few minutes especially when Ayaan decided to not like a normal human behin just warm up any left overs for him but decided to make something Clown doesn't know the name of but it looks and smells delicious.

"Here. Eat." Ayaan puts down on the plate and a small bowl on the table with a weird look on his face.

"Is that some Indian dish?" Clown leaves alone the cat goes over to the sink to wash his hands and sit down in front for the plate witha curious expression.

"Yeah it's Pav Bhaji."

Clown looks at him expecting a better explanation but when Ayaan doesn't say anything he just looks at the dish.

There are two soft looking bread rolls and probably vegetable curry. It looks absolutely delicious.

He doesn't see any forks or anything so it's probably eaten by hand.

He doesn't really know much about Indian culture, he hopes he didn't just disrespect Ash's and Ayaan's bloodline.

So after a second to calm down he rips a small peace of bread and dips it in a small bowl of curry beside the plate where the bread rolls are.

Then he quickly puts it in his mouth so the curry won't dirty anything.

And it was the hell and heaven all the same.

His mouth burned from how spicy the curry was but at the same time the taste was heavenly. He was stuck between crying from pain and crying from pleasure.

"Is it too hot?" Clown didn't see how Ayaan's eyes were looking at him expecting a review.

"It's so spicy- but also so good." His voice cracked as he tried to not cry from the spice.

But if he eat quickly then he won't feel the spice right?

WRONG!!!

After finishing half of it Clown was only in his tank top sweating, he already drank 5 cups of milk and 4 of water it all felt like a hell on the earth.

It was also so good the taste of vegetables and the buttery bread rolls were a perfect mix it felt like he was the kind of this world.

"You know you don't have to finish it? It's okay I made it too spicy."

But no! He can't do that. One thing that Clown got from his biological family was that you eat you meals until the end. If you don't like it? Suck it up you already started it and now have to finish it. There's no in between only pain.

"N-no, it's okay." His lips burned and his mouth was slowly becoming numb. It was good then he can eat more quickly and finish it.

But no after another bite the spice came back to bite him in the ass.

"Jesus christ." Ayaan groans annoyed and takes the small bowl with curry and the plate from him.

"Go like wash yourself or something." He grumbled under his breath and put the plate and bowl on the counter away from him.

Clown sighed as he didn't had any choice on he matter and went to the bathroom to wash his face and hands.

After washing his face and hands he dries them in the towel and looks at himself in the mirror.

His cheeks were red just like his lips. And he looked like he ate a ghost Peper or some other super extra spicy Peper thing.

His white tank top is clean and not dirty thankfully.

His hands traveled to his hands and the scars on them.

They are here and they will always be here. Clown doesn't hate them. They are a part of him. But he also doesn't look at them proudly.

They are chaotic. Not like those small and evenly cut. Some are deeper than others, there are also small spots where there aren't any scars. All of them were already healed long ago.

His eyes travel to his collar bone's where there are some other scars but not those small ones. Most if them weren't done by him there. But there are some done by himself.

He didn't show any of his friends his scars. But Ayaan probably must have seen them. And Clown wonders what did he think of them? Was he scared? Was he curious? Was he disgusted? All types of questions ran trough his head.

After just a second he decided that it was just useless to think about these things like that.

Then he unlocked the door and left the bathroom. Looking around Ayaan was no where to be seen. He took his long sleeved shirt took it on and went upstairs to look if he was in his room.

"Ayaan?"

When he walked into Ayaan's clean room (just like always) he was him laying on his bed.

"What's up?" He sat beside where he was laying and looked at him.

"I think I'm so inlove with you that I think your scars make you even more hot and like beautiful. Can you tell me that you don't like me and that I'm an idiot?"

Clown's brain stopped.

What did that mean? Was he joking? Was this a prank? Did he heard that right?

"Oh"

Ayaan hid his face in his hands and sighed.

"Message received. I'm gonna respectively kill myself." He mumbled and his voice was all just tired and sad.

Clown didn't like that. He liked when Ayaan was passionately talking about something he hates and how he has that spark in his eyes. And now he looks more defeated than ever.
"I am so bad at emotion and my own emotions too. But I think I love you too. I don't know in what way I just know."

Ayaan took the hands off his face and sat up. He looked at Clown with a serious expression.

"Clown your emotional intelligence is at the stage of an insecure misogynistic middle aged man. If you really mean that prove it."

Clown's brain stopped again this day and after thinking for a second he took off his shirt and was again only in his tank top.

Then lifted it up so his stomach is visible.

Them took Ayaan's hand and shoved him Clown's biggest scar.
The scar started at the half of his stomach and ended halfway his back it was also kinda titled upwards. Where it ended was higher than where it started.

The scar itself was pretty bad. Red and irregular. To most it would just look disgusting and scary. But he had seen it too many times. His biggest fear was that the people he cares about would see all of his scars.

Even Ferre didn't see most of them that he still hid. And he was glad about that.

"I got this one from that one time where my Parents were so high on drugs and drunk that they wanted to kill themselves, they first did that and stabbed me couple times too and then they killed themselves. I somehow survived if you didn't guess."
It didn't hurt to tell this story that was his life again. He already told that Ferre and his therapist, he also practised infront of a mirror. So he would he ready for anything. And wouldn't just break down halfway trough his explanation.

Ayaan opened his mouth then closed it no word's going out. He looked and started at the scar and other scars.

Ayaan wasn't a emotional person so he didn't cry, instead he turned to Clown and hugged him.

Well Ayaan didn't cry. But Clown sure did.

He cried in Ayaan's arms. Ugly sobs tored trough his throat and Ayaan only traced cycles into his back and didn't say anything.
It was embarrassing that after this long he still wanted to come back to his mother and wished she would hug him and tell him it's okay.

After he stopped crying so much Ayaan stood up.

"I'm gonna-"

"Stay." His voice was pleading and his voice started to crack again.

After few seconds of silence Clown opened his mouth again.

"Won't you stay with me?"

Ayaan sighed.

"Okay. I'm gonna stay with you."

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"Mapicc you know that he is dying, right?" 

Mapicc knew that. He knew that since he saw him after the void begin just murdered all of their friends and took Spoke. 

Till this day he still doesn't know why that void hybrid would do something like that. Just kill bunch of teenagers and kidnapt one. Inflict him with void and mess up with his brain then just puts him back into the normal world. 

"I know that." He hates how his voice is so small. Just sitting in front of Spoke who was awake seconds ago. He wants to laugh but also cry. Spoke says wild things, expecially when he is tried. 

"You know that also void inflicted humans barely live to 8 years?" Parrot was there too. Looking at Spoke with probably more bitter expression. 

Even tho he isn't dead it just feels like Mapicc is spiralling. This stupid idiot, was always this stupidly smart. Always just step ahead of everyone. But so fucking dumb at the same time with the human interactions. 

Mapicc knew him for so long. Even as a hybrid he went to school. He just hid his hybrid traits. 

His tail in his pants and his horns under his hair and bandana. 

He looked, human but strange. With weird eyes, hands that look more used to slashing enemies than writing in notebooks. 

(Most of his kind probably don't know how to read. )

Spoke was weird too. But oh so human. He was the first one to talk to him. Probably if Mapicc asked he wouldn't even realise how inhuman he is, or he would say that he knew that long ago. Spoke was like that. Sometimes dumb sometimes the smartest person on the planet. 

"Why are you here? You were the one who just left him after our little gang failed. And because of you the others followed." 

"Exept jepexx"

"That doesn't count he probably doesn't know what was happening then. Or now, I don't think he is self aware at all." Jepexx looked like he was on drugs 24/7 and had an iq of a goldfish. He probably doesn't know something happend to Spoke even know. 

"Doctor said his liver is in a rough shape." Parrot was smart enough to be a doctor so it could be just his diagnosis.

"I don't give a fuck. I'm gonna stay here at his side, even if he is gonna die any second. Go away. You don't deserve to be here anyway." Mapicc gestured to the door not looking at Parrot so he won't have too look at his annoying face.

Parrot finally just walked away and shut close the door. 

Finally alone Mapicc breathed out the breath he was holding and let his tears fall from his eyes.

At the end of their day at the cafe, Branzy proposed that he should walk with them as a thanks for their time. 

Before Clown could decline Flame agreed. He looked at Flame who only gave him a smile.

Flame was definitely planning something. Something that will definitely won't make him too happy. 

Before he could do actually anything Branzy payed for their check and asked Flame to lead the way. 

When they left and Flame was walking in a direction that wasn't even close to their base.

When Flame took a turn to an alley Clown knew what was going on. 

Before Flame could take out his dagger Clown had to somehow stop this or their cover could be blown and Branzy wouldn't even look him in the eyes.

So he did whatever his brain let him do and just hugged Branzy. 

It was really awkward for him but it was probably even worse for Branzy who looked really red. 

"Uh- thanks for your time?

"Oh-uh, your welcome? We can always go out some other time if you want?" Branzy lightly pushed him away and out hid hands in his shoulder. 

"Yeah. Okay- Uh Filip wants to go home so-" Before he can finish he is begin kissed on the cheek by Branzy and his brain shortcuts.

Branzy pulls away just as fast and takes step back as if begin in Clown's presence burnt "Oh my God sorry I didn't meant to- no I meant to but- Yeah?" 

Clown felt his face turn a even more deep shade of red than Branzy's and how basically he was kissed on the cheek. 

He could feel how Flame was stopping himself from just doing anything rash.

"I-i uh-"

"Okay enough of these games." 

Flame anyway pulls out a dagger and puts it near Branzy's neck.

"What do you want from Clown?"

"Clown?"

Clown silently cursed under his breath. Flame was stupid. But he didn't expect him to be that stupid. It honestly worried him for the future of their whole rebellion. 

"Let's just give up Flame. We won't get anything out of him." He already started to walk away and just hoped Flame would do the same. 

"Clown- that Clown Pierce is David?" Branzy looked down on the ground not really knowing what to say. 

Filip (is that even his real name?) Looked at Clown as he walked away. Then back at Branzy. 

"Tell me what are you planning to do now?" His voice was cold and Branzy could feel the blade lightly touching his neck. 

Branzy shudders and tried to calm down his hands were sweaty and he looked Filip in the eyes. 

Branzy's heart wanted to follow Clown and just say that he doesn't care if he is a murderer and that it's okay. 

But his mind screamed that he is a murder and he kills people. And it really looks like after SC fell apart that he didn't change his ways much. His older brother is about to just slice his throat open. 

But in the end he goes back to today and sees how much Clown had changed. During their SC times Branzy would be meet with cold glares and just one word responses. 

But at their first meeting when Clown didn't had his mask on Branzy didn't care about him begin cold and not talking much, he'll he didn't care when Clown just lied to him while looking at his eyes while giving him this fake number. 

"I'm gonna go after Clown and ask him out." 

"Okay, so first of all, you are stupid, second I don't agree to this. Third I don't care if you die. But Clown probably will and forth I'm not F-Filip oh God that name is so cringe." Not Filip put down his blade and gave him some space. 

From what it sounds like he really doesn't like Branzy, just his luck. 

"But I will let you go on a date with him if you really want that. And just call me Flame. Now go shooo I don't want to.see you or I will damage my eyesight." Flame crossed his arms and Branzy didn't hesitate to run after Clown.  

Clown really didn't get far. He was just slowly walking looking like he was lost in thought when Branzy with heavy breath catched up to him. 

"Clown!" He started and put both of his sweaty hands on Clown's shudders. "Go on a date with me!"

It was really quiet for a second and Branzy's face felt so hot and was probably so red he looked like a tomato. 

But after moment after the words seemed to register into Clown's mind he started to turn red too. 

His cheeks flushed in soft red that is so different than his pale skin. 

He looked even more beautiful like this. Branzy is so pathetic for Clown it's not even funny. 

"But what would we do?"

And here Branzy dragged him to a piercing studio. Clown wasn't too familiar with them he himself didn't had any piercings. 

But now that he looks at Branzy he realises how the man had ears piercings and like a little higher he has like another one. (He honestly doesn't know how they are called.)

"To be honest I didn't really think this trought." 

Branzy nervously scratches his neck and, Clown didn't hate the idea. With his clown costume piercings woudn't be a problem and they seemed to look really cool. (On other people he didn't know if on himself they would look good.)

"Let's just go in." Clown is the first one to walk into the small shop. And when he looks around. He sees 3 workers and one person behind the register. 

"Hello welcome how can I help you? My name is Pentar." Pentar for working in a place like this doesn't own any piercings from what Clown sees. But he had this red hat and shirt on that make Clown's eyes hurt. 

Clown looks at Branzy expecting for him to talk.

"Uh-Yeah, hi Pentar we both are here for w piercing, sorry that it's so suddenly by the way." 

They talk for a while and Clown zones out for a bit. 

Where does he want a piercing? 

The ear piercings seem cool, also the nose ones, the eyebrow, and also the like under the eye on he cheek. 

Honestly they all seem cool. Should he chose only few? Or just all of them that he likes?

Do piercings have to be only on he face?  

It probably won't hurt that much. He been trought worse than that. He probably could do that himself if he wanted but of he is there he might as well. 

"Hey? Which one do you want?" Branzy probably done whatever he had to do and turned to him. 

"Can I only get one?" 

"You want more than one?"

In the end he educated himself a little more on the piercings and decided to just get a lip piercing and as Derapchu had called it 'Lobe', and 3 orbitals on the right ear and 2 on the other, a septum, an eyebrow piercing but only on the right. And after a little more consideration he did a belly buttom piercing too. 

Branzy only did an eyebrow one on his left brow. 

Derapchu the one who did all their piercings looked at him with a questioning look after he heard all that Clown wanted to do and at once. 

But after Derapchu looked at Clown a little more he decided to agree. (He probably saw how many scars he had.) 

He chose some random black piercings because Branzy said they'd look good on him. 

In the end the pain wasn't bad. Most of the time he didn't feel anything. But the one thing that was the most memorable was the sensation of his skin being pierced. 

It was all to familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. 

Branzy only winced when it was his turn. 

His new piercing was silver and had two purple gems at the start and at the end. 

"So what tattoos next?" Branzy said with a smile on his face as they left the studio, he probably thought of this as some kind of joke.

"Yeah sure." 

It was middle of the night when Spoke opened his eyes. Everything was spinning and the room was too small he had to just get out of here. 

He didn't know when but he was out side now. 

It all felt like everything was spinning it was too dark. Too cold too much. 

Darkness was all around. He felt like his brain was gonna explode. His head felt empty and too overstimulated at the same time. 

It felt like he was back in the void. 

It felt so lonely. 

It's like he was back home. Back with dad. Back with him. 

The white walls, feel so close. The cold stare. 

It's like back home...

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Spoke was at his home. 

Was it his? Was it dad's? 

It felt too suffocating. The white walls. 

These pants too long too heavy. 

"[SPOKE] the dinner is ready." The monotone quiet voice said and Spoke said down from his white desk.

At the desk there laid a paper full of colors. It looked like a fever dream. 

But no one was looking at it. The creator of it never looked at it again too. 

"But my name is Spoke." He hated when his voice was that quiet. It felt like he was small. 

But he is not small he is big. He is powerful and chaotic. 

He is not quiet and small. He doesn't belong with these white walls. 

"Coming dad." He walks to the dining room. Sits at the table. 

The food looks the same, as everyday. 

"So how are you doing son?" Dad started to eat. 

It was silent. And he didn't want to eat. He didn't feel hungry.

He grabbed the fork beside his table and slowly started to eat. 

He felt like he was moving like some kind of a robot. Answering the questions just so dad will leave him alone. 

The more he is alone with his mind the more his lacking memory is bothering him. It feels just like everything was gone except the feeling of familiarity. 

When he was done he excused himself back to his room.

The days dragged on and on. Hunger wasn't coming back to him. Even after days. He just ate just because he had too.

But one night when he was getting ready for sleep he heard something hitting his window. 

When he opened it to look what happened something a pebble hit his forehead. 

"Owie..." 

"Spoke! You dumb bitch! Come down!" 

Down there in his garden stood black haired boy with a bloody red hoodie.

Spoke felt like he knew him. Like he should know this person. 

It honestly was all he needed to know before he just jumped down. 

It honestly didn't hurt even tho he just fell from a two story building. He just felt fine.

"So you finally decided to not ignore me?" 

"What do you mean?" He felt like he should know this guy but. He can't quite put his finger on it. 

"Okay so, I'm Mapicc."

"Hi Mapicc! I'm Spoke."

"I know dumb dum."

Mapicc ruffled up his hair and started to walk out of their garden. Jumped over the fence and turned to Spoke.

"Are you going or nah?" 

He looked so cool and Spoke felt happy that he got can just be there with him. 

He followed not caring about dad's disappointment or anything that he might say. Just clumsily jumping over the fence and going to hang out with Mapicc made him feel happy. 

He of course followed after him and messed around. It felt good to not be stuck in the house. It felt good to be called the right name. 

When he was with Mapicc he wanted to jump around in happiness and and smile.

Mapicc proceed to just hang out with him. It was something Spoke never felt before. He felt free. Something the white walls didn't made him feel. 

"Do you want do cause some chaos?"

"Yes!" 

It honestly should worry him how quick he had agreed and decided to just follow Mapicc, it was easy and fun. 

It was even easier to shoplifte when they were in some shop, it was even easier to come back home and act as if nothing ever happened.

His dad only side eyed him with an amused smile and asked why did Spoke looked so happy? 

Spoke only gigged and went back to his room. 

 Now almost every night Spoke would sneak out and just hang out with Mapicc or do some small mischief, shoplifting, doing graffiti, trying weed, sometimes even just fighting with someone until he or his opponent passes out. 

It all just gave him a power trip. 

And it honestly didn't stop. During the day he just hid in his room and at night he was himself. Wearing shorts and shirts with short sleeves. 

Spoke lost count on how many times Mapicc would ask him if he was cold. But the answer was always the same that he feels too hot anyway. 

One day he got a little top silly, and during the day he zonned out and just started painting on the white walls. He just got this urge to just spray. 

With it came the urge to cause chaos to just break something break the rules, just fuck his dad's rules. Because they don't really matter anyway. He never wanted to not break them anyway.

He felt high after he just chaotically sprayed in the living room. It honestly shouldn't be that bad but he somehow burned the house down. 

Did he knocked down some candle? Or played with a lighter. But he burned the house. 

Dad wasn't home anyway. 

Should he just walk away and look for Mapicc. 

Should he burn other houses too? That doesn't seem like a good idea. But why? Just something in him screams for more.

But he honestly didn't had to try to burn anything because the fire spread from dad's house and onto other houses, gardens, maybe even forests? 

Anyway he decided to go and look for Mapicc. 

Mapicc didn't seem to happy for what he did. But it he didn't say much. 

"What do you think your dad will say?" Mapicc turned to him with a blank expression. It looked silly and Spoke wanted to laugh but knew it wasn't his place to.

"I don't know. I don't really know the guy." 

"[SPOKE] Tech What the fuck did you did? You are a fucking monster." 

Dad didn't yell he doesn't yell. He never yells. He just spits out each words out with anger Spoke had never seen before.

"I think it looks cool." Spoke looked at the burning house and he felt something hit his face. It hurt, hurt so much.

"You are not my son. I hoped, I hoped that you were my son I hoped you fucking beast didn't just kill my son and turn his dead body into this." 

Spoke raised his hand to his face and felt how it hurt. It hurt. Something shattered and he felt some wetness on his cheeks. 

Spoke didn't felt like himself in that moment. He felt like he was someone else. Someone he didn't know. 

"You don't want to know how i just want to kill you. But I want to think that [SPOKE] is still there somewhere." Dad's voice was cold oh so cold. 

Spoke's brain screamed at him to just run. Run away from the danger and the loming presence of a threat. 

And so he did just that. With his all he started to run, run and run. Until his legs couldn't.

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Chapter Text

When Clown came back at home or rather base Mane came out to greed him. 

When Mane saw him he waved his hand and smiled.

"Hi Clown- OH MY GOD-" 

Mane jumped and came closer to check what he had in his face. When he realised Clown come back with face full of piercings he looked shook and amazed.

"Dude I have to get one they look so badass, and like they fit you so well. Now you really look fresh out of a psych ward." Mane looked at the silver jewellery with fascination. Clown didn't knew if it was a lion thing or they really made him look 'badass' like Mane said. 

"I have a belly bottom one too if it interests you." It felt weird, Clown felt like he did something good seeing how Mane was happy and excited. He wanted to 'flex' (as Mane would say) for a bit. 

"OH MY HEAVENS-" 

"I just want you to know I got a bet with Wemmbu that you'd just randomly come back from the city and have like 10 piercings. And I won and you look so cool and I want a piercing too." 

"You bet on me?" Clown asks and titls his head to the side. 

"Yeah, and, like news flash Spoke woke up everyone panicked for a bit then he kinda disappeared and now Parrot, Mapicc and like, uhh you know others, went to look for him." Mane finishes and gestures for Clown to start walking. 

"I was absent for one day." 

"Yeah, bro kinda messed up, and also we are moving vro." Mane mentions as if it was nothing. 

Clown stopped as he just processed what Mane said. 

In his life he only actually moved 3 times. First when Ferre took him in and trained him. Second when Clown killed Ferre and moved into his old house. Third when he got kidnapped and moved here. 

After he had to leave his quiet hut behind it was really hard to get used to this underground base.

But it looks like there will be a fourth time he will have to leave everything behind and just go froward. 

He had nearly gotten used to Mane, Flame, Wemmbu and Egg. The stares Kaboodle gave him were still hard to get used to but he still wanted a little more time. 

"Hey bro. It's okay when Flame came back he like gave this announcement and a speech how the town of hearts need our help after the accident and all that. I honestly don't really buy it." Mane was taking it was too lightly for his tastes.  

Mane grabbed Clown's wrist and forced him to start walking again

Wasn't Mane here longer than him? Wasn't this place like his home? 

After some more thinking he realised something, he wasn't even once in Mane's room. Most of the time they were just in Flame's room doing stuff. 

Did he just not have one? Or what was the reason? 

This whole space seemed rather large and it could have atleast one room spare for the leaders cousin, Mane?

"Mane do you have a room?" 

"Nah." 

"Huh?" The response was quick and careless as if the fact that he didn't had his own space for a long time didn't concern him. 

" Bro, I..." Mane stops and looks at the dirty floor. As if thinking about something.

"I just don't need one okay?" Mane settles on saying and starts to walk again. 

Clown didn't push as it was Mane's business, if Mane didn't want a room for some weird reason he didn't need one. 

When they arrived at Flame's room. Mane closes the door behind them and sats down on Flame's bed. 

"Okay, bro, I as a very caring and curious lion. Snooped around andddd," Mane takes out a ordinary notebook from under the pillow and confidently opens it. 

"As you can see by the horrible handwriting this is Flame's journal. And if we go to the newest date- BOOM, here it is." 

14th of June. The year XXXX

I really need to stop having so many notebooks and jou Journal JOURNALS!!! I got like 5 now. Pretty sure that Mane knows and reads them all-

Clown didn't get to read more because the journal snatched away by Mane. 

"BRO-OKAY- uhh.... not this one, wait." Mane flips a few pages with an awkward laugh. 

"It's this one..." 

25th June. The year XXXX

They know where we are. The invisible guys. I have no idea when or how are they 'invisible' but we can't stay at this place any longer. It would be a suicide. I already had a talk with the mayor of the town of hearts and he agreed. So now comes the hard part, convincing everyone to just leave everything behind and go to the town. 

Hopefully I made the right decision. 

Clown looked at the page with wide eyes. 

He couldn't believe it, but. It all laid right in front of him. 

Clown after years begin treated as an item and bealiveing that that's all he will ever be. Begin treated like a object. And the knowledge that he let it all happen. 

He doesn't want to come back to his past life. He doesn't want to go back. 

And now this. Invisible army is out there. People like him. People who kill and think it's all they can do.

Clown feels how his hands start to slowly shake. But he just gives the journal back to Mane and leaves the room and shuts the door behind him.

"Did I do the right thing?" 

Mane wonders out loud. Clown looked rather stressed. And Clown is the most calm and stoic person he knows. 

But left alone in the room he sighs and buries his face in his hands. 

Clown not really knowing where he is going he ends up in the medical part of the base. Some hybrid nurses walked by and didn't spare him a glance. 

He only looked around and decided to just walk around mindlessly. Just looking at all the unfamiliar faces and the white walls.

Or not. Because he found a room where a certain cat hybrid was staying at. 

He looked trought the door window and saw the cat hybrid, as he recalls his name is Ken? 

Besides the hybrids bed is a dog hybrid with green and a yellow ear. He is wearing a suit. And Clown's mind flyed to Overlord and how he liked to wear suits. 

"You know, Ken. Doctors say you are possibly never getting out of this. But also that they are day by day closer to making a cure." 

The dog's hybrid voice is deep, and calming. He speaks like a person with good maners. 

And Clown feels like an outsider witnessing a scene he wasn't supposed to see.

"That's good. I guess?" Ken is sitting on bed a tray is on his lap as he slowly sips a cup of something. Clown doesn't know what it is. 

"But why do you mean by the are getting closer to the cure and that I'm not getting out of this?-"

Something in him wants to get to know the person he saved but.. It's not the best moment, the cat hybrid is clearly in an conversation with someone else. 

"You said that as if I'm the doctor. I don't know!"

It's best to leave.

So he takes a step back from the window and starts to go down the hall. 

After few steps he realises how it's slowly getting colder and colder. The lights slowly seems to dim and flicker. Rooms are empty and no one is walking around anymore. The busy chatter is gone and Clown goes down this dark hallway. 

When he is at the end of it it's dark and Clown can see his breath. But he opens the door anyway. 

Thick black smoke brusts out of the room and Clown ducks to the wall closes his eyes, covers the bottom of his face to protect it. 

When he opens his eyes the smoke went away and it's not as tick. With a deep breath he walks into the room. 

His mind is set in stone. Focused on survival and finding out what is happening in this room. 

What he sees is what he could probably expect after hearing today's news from Mane. 

The room looks abounded dusty and dirt floors. 

In the end he didn't need to look far because he sees a very familiar void hybrid laying in the middle of the room curled up. 

Right. Spoke is probably at the end of his life spain. He will die very soon. Clown had seen it all and learned the stories from Ferre. 

This Hybrids body won't last very long. And Clown would like to be wrong. 

Slowly Clown walks closer and touches Spoke's shoulder and lightly shakes him. No response. 

This will be harder than Clown expected this to be. 

Chapter Text

Spoke could only remember the bright lights, how cold he felt. It felt even colder than how it was in the void. 

It felt like everything was a dream and reality at the same time. He rememberd just screaming at his dad and dad screaming at him, or Mapicc getting killed or him finally dying. 

All that felt crazy but he widely remembers seeing and doing these things. 

The feeling of his body just turning into smoke or dust. He can't tell anymore. Nothing is holding him back anymore. Spoke gave up on the control of his own body. 

He felt too tried anyway. His brain turning into a mush. 

"Jumper. You don't understand. He was my everything and I fucked it up. You don't wanna know how much I want to talk things out with him." Minute was slightly panicking as he was pacing around his neat and clean desk. 

"But how are you gonna sort things out if you won't do the first move? Minute. Your son is dying. You know that." Jumper his secretary and right hand woman was idly adjusting her goggles. 

"I know, but-"

"Minute. We had this talk too many times. Just say you are sorry. Leave a letter, or anything, and pray for the best." Jumper was so right she always was. Minute really talked to her too much about it. It's stupid. 

But before Minute could utter a word there was a thud and the door to his office opened and black mist brust through the door. 

Instantly it got cold. Jumper sneezed and Minute's mind went silent and went into survival mode. 

Looking around he could only see his desk and Jumper that was casually sitting in his chair. 

"Jumper." 

Minute didn't knew if the smoke was toxic in any way so it was rather a gamble trying to take a breath, either he passes out, dies, or worse. 

But before Minute even decided to take action Jumper had opened most of the windows in the office. 

He could also hear a thud and see a dark figure fall on the floor. 

When the smoke wasn't so thick Minute came closer to inspect the body. 

He touched the person's shoulder, it was cold and stiff. 

Minute sat the person up to see if he recognises the face. And instantly his guard goes down when he sees the face of his passed out son

He looked like he was going trought a nightmare and Minute's mathernal instincts flared up. 

He scooped the not so young teen anymore into his arms and just sat on the floor and hugged his son. 

Tracing cycles into his back Minute hummed a song he distantly remembers singing to his son when he was still a child and Minute was slowly transitioning and realizing his gender identity.

Jumper was still sitting in his chair but she stood up and walked up to the doors to close them so no prying eyes or ears could hear or see the heartwarming moment. 

Minute could only hug his son and let the tears escape. 

"So, you are telling me that while I had to go home to give food to my cat and take a break and sleep, for 9 HOUS MAY I SAY. You had time to casually get doctors to preform a life saving surgery on you son, donated half of your organs to him, and just threw away the rotten organs. AND had to donate him blood so he won't die?" 

Minute hums as he lays in the hospital bed. 

"You do know that we are about to end this madness of hybrids right?" 

Minute hums again and looks at his son with not so black skin that is slowly turing into normal human shade. 

"I should have done that so much time ago. But I guess I was just, in shock at what happened, then." 

Jumper looks at him and at Spoke. She isn't mad just annoyed. Minute guesses. They were gonna send the invisible army to finish the hybrids. They had been paying that rat Wemmbu too much anyway. It's all just gonna go in one go. 

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"This is a load of bull shit." 

"Mapicc I know-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT! IT'S FUCKING SECOND TIME SPOKE JUST DISAPPEARED POFA!" 

His brother looked at the ground and sighed. It's the second time this happened and this time no one even found a trace of him. It's safe to say that Spoke is probably just running around. Lost and out of his mind. 

Pofa thought bitterly. Spoke wasn't that close to him. But Jepex and Mapicc treated him as their own. While his siblings were out doing shenanigans he was mostly at home trying to somehow graduate collage while trying not to get caught. 

And he did it got a good job and is basically provider for Jepexx who probably doesn't know how to read and just watches tiktok, YouTube shorts, Instagram reels- just all kinds of brain rot. 

"Try to stay calm. Talk to somebody else look for him outside and in the town. Once they leave their old base they stop caring, thinking he died."

Mapicc listens and looks at the ground his devil tail swining as if he was on verge of just having a break down. 

"You know what? You are right. I'm leaving." 

And before Pofa could say anything the doors already shut. 

During their move Clown kept mostly to himself. This change of environment made him nervous. He already been at the town of hearts. There are also way more people than how it was at the base. 

So what else could Clown do than fall back into old habits of obsessively covering his skin and suppress all emotion. 

Mane didn't comment on the change, Kaboodle's glares got more noticeable, Flame was too busy to care. Now in his costume more eyes tailed behind him as he walked around helping with the move. 

He didn't talk to anyone most of the time. Clown was dreading the time when his nerves reality becomes a city that has way too many people in it and way too much noise. 

Packing last box in a truck. Clown snapped back into reality and put his guard up again and his muscles tensed.

He shouldn't be affected this much. It's just a new chapter in life, a new beginning, new opportunities. 

Even tho everything in his screamed to stay and hide he stayed still pleading his mind to stop begin over dramatic and stop this nonsense.

He glaces back at the place where the base had been and stares until he couldn't see it anymore. 

This is so stupid. 

While Clown wants to scream Wemmbu looks like he is nervous too. Egg tries to talk with him but gets ignored as he dragon hybrid chews on their nails deep in thought. 

They are already there. At the entrance. Mane is nowhere to be seen and Flame is gone too. 

Leowook instructs other people where they should put their boxes and gives out keys to houses for people from the rebellion. 

Clown just stands there his guard as high as he can put it hyperaware of everyone. 

After realising he looks suspicious like that in shadows and even tho he doesn't want to comes up to Leo and asks about his house. Leo gives him the key and the address and Clown looks behind him. Too paranoid. 

Of course while in the new house he completely truns it upside down to look for any microphons and cameras, it all feels like his first days when he was kidnapped. 

Just staying still in one corner and denying food only drinking water that he himself cleans of anything weird. 

Fear eating him alive as he sits there with legs close to his chest and terrified. 

He stayed like that for hours, or minutes. Time doesn't mean anything when all he wants to do is scream, cry and go back to the base.

Door open and Clown stands up his Rosey tightly held in his hand and ready to slice anyone's head off with one easy swoop. 

But this is not Zam coming back from dead to get revenge, Overlord telling him that he is failure, Ferre telling him the ways of a weapon. It's Mane Pear. 

The guy who consistently cheats in any board game, the guy who annoys Flame until he events snaps and makes Mane grilled cheese. The guys who is so clingy that he doesn't let Clown leave the bed when it's 10 am and Clown wants to train and eat breakfast. 

Mane not scared at all just walks into the house like it's his and loud comments how fucking dirty it is. 

"Man, you really need to clean up this place." 

Feeling the pleasure getting to him, Clown careless drops Rosey on the floor and just hugs Mane. 

"Bro, wut?" 

Confused Mane pets his back and makes fun of him as Clown just cries quietly. Of course Mane can't see it his clown mask doesn't let it. 

He is kinda glad in a way. Saving him form the embarrassment from bursting out crying like a baby. 

Maybe after 10 minutes Mane decided to just go with Clown on the couch and okay some games he had on his phone. 

Even after that Clown didn't want to let go, as he was feeling that Mane was the only familiar person in this unfamiliar house. 

"Soldiers. Today, we gather here, near the biggest town of wild beasts most of you had seen. The official orders of new leader Minute Tech are as I quote, ' eliminate all threats, don't kill any human. But arrest them for betrayal of man kind.' " 

Jumper stood above the invisible bridges of their elite soldiers. Getting ready for this day she felt excited and nervous. Even tho she knew that there isn't any chance that they will lose. These beasts have been weakend by their restless and long hunt. 

And just like in nature the human will come out on top. The top of the world. 

"But I'm not our great leader, Minute Tech. I am Jumper who, the person who will lead us to victory! And when the clock hits the middle of the day we attack!" 

The soliders stayed silent as they should, but instead of yelling they started to clap their hands. 

 "Egg, come on. We gotta go, just as we planned. Out of this shitty country where we don't have rights and to France so we can bully locals." Wemmbu sighed as he pushed Egg of the bed. 

Jumper was gonna attack at 12 pm on the dot. He seen how excited she was to just kill some innocent people. 

Egg only stood up and looked at him with his eye ball. 

"Bro, i- ..." 

The eye started at him and Wemmbu instantly felt impatient. This while inflation thingie was so they'd get enough money to run away from this place. Even tho both of them were born and raised there. It's not a good place to live. 

Wemmbu sighed as he realised it will be pretty annoying to get Egg out of their new 'house'. It was 9 pm everything was packed. If Wemmbu could he would dipped as soon as he could but Egg insisted on staying little longer. 

"What do you think about another betrayal?" 

Egg's words became a little confident. As if he thought that there was no way Wemmbu wouldn't agree. And he was absolutely correct. 

"Quick we have to build defences at the entrance of the cave and lock ourselves from the inside. And during that a group of people will be mining the exit from behind so civilians can escape. Fighters will stay to slow them down so civilians will have more time." Flame puts up a plan last minute as a very rushed message with evidence backing it up from Egg and Wemmbu fell into his hands. 

In a sense they weren't that close kinda on the same team kinda not. 

That explains a lot. Like why only his rebellion wasn't getting attacked. Other were smaller and the biggest and probably best was saved for last. And their move was the perfect time to attack as everything would be in chaos and everyone would be in one place. 

They got outplayed. 

Clown as besite him offering ideas on how to make traps and last as long as they can. 

Mane stressed out of his mind paces around the room in unstoppable panic. 

As if was late everyone outside was working as fast as they can. Building traps defences. Less than 3 hours it's how much they have left. 

At some point Flame couldn't stand it and just closed his notebook and went to help draging Mane, with Clown. 

They were so fucked. 

Flame sighed. 

Egg and Wemmbu just left them on ice. Bacon is practically useless, Planet refuses to be separated from Bacon. So they will stay, Leo of course is a fighter and will stay too. Clown, Mane, not even a question. 

Kaboodle knows how to use a gun so that's that, Parrot will make traps with Wifies and Jaron. 

Ken is begin escorted with Wato begin probably the only infected with the weird virus survivor. 

Mapicc, Jepexx apparently. 

He guesses that's enough to hold them off. To just ran away again. It's getting tiring to just ran away again and again. He misses the times where Ferre was alive. That guy knew what he was doing. Creating the rebellion, killing only the worst of the worst. 

Something inside of him was happy that Flame would finally stop running. 

Their last base was the longest one they had in a really long time. 

No one really expected when the defences started to creak and get set on fire, axes hitting the wood they managed to gather in short few hours. 

Clown instantly went rigit and got ready to kill as many of these puppets as he can. 

Overlord didn't tell him anything about having a secret army. But that didn't matter Clown didn't even knew his real name so why did it matter? 

Clown stood there ready. Some people tried to patch up the holes that appeared but found that it didn't even help that much. After few hours most of the civilians were gone. They had to just hold of the army so they could hide and find a new place to hide. 

Then a first set of armor went trought a hole Clown didn't hesitate to cut the head down, clean.

Blood dirtied his Rosey. And he felt like he was back besite a man with an evil laugh send to a new mission. 

But after the first one more appeared and the defense just tumbled down. 

Now started the real blood bath. 

Clown killed these puppets left and right, his Rosey long and wide enough so that no puppet has touched him yet.

In is mind he wondered would Branzy like him if he was like that, killing anything that moves, covered in gore. 

But before he could let his body go on autopilot a silver puppet appeared. It was running straight at him gun's didn't help the puppet as Clown dogged them all and cut his body in half and slashed few other's who tried to hit him from the back. 

It didn't made him feel anything as the blood started to dry up and stain his costume. 

Clown didn't see Mane or Flame. He could definitely hear Kaboodle and how she us sniping puppets and throwing granates at their heads. 

Good thing that he wasn't near her or she wouldn't hesitate to throw one at him. 

The pile of bodies grew and Clown started to move as it was getting hard to stay light on his feet.

He didn't let anyone trought. Not a single one got to get farther than few meters. 

His stamina not disappointing him as he cut the srings of 2 puppets at once. 

These puppets are too far gone to be saved. 

Most of good kings are at the start of their army to lead them to victory. But Clown knows that he will find the king at the end.

Hiding behind humans broken beyond repair. 

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Somewhere along the way Clown could see Mane not really killing but more like knocking out the invisible puppets. 

Flame was loud in the way that with every swing he let out a grunt or some type of battle cry. It was good to know that he was alive but it was annoying to say the less. 

He could hear Kaboodle's granaits and her shooting, also some bombs that Parrot, Jaron and Wifies prepared. Probably somewhere maybe alive. 

Clown was probably the closes to the entrance. Killing anything in sight. It was amusing how so little people could sand a chance with these puppets. Most of them weren't really talented with swords. 

A puppet with diamond armor just ran straight into Clown, a dagger in hand, precisely aimed at his side, away from important organs. So Minute Tech didn't gave them the order to bring him back. How desperate. After losing their best puppet they want to attach the strings back. 

Of course Clown dogged, and only got nicked at his side and got a solid swing at his opponent before he took a step back to after a second go at it again. 

The puppet was fast, mostly relied on it's speed than strength. Clown could only doge. It was harder to try and stop the puppets from coming as he was trying not to get stabbed.

It won't work out if they are so close. He can't just continue dogeing, so putting more distance between them he took a breath that was much needed and as fast as his body allowed him to swung his Rosey and got a clean cut on the Puppet. 

Of course after that it was all over. Back to the mindless swipes and occasional dogges. He focused again on trying to locate his allies. Still the same as ever. Only that Flames voice started to crack, if he survives, his troat will hurt later.

Jaron didn't want to be there. He almost backed down to escape. He is only human, Spoke is probably gone for good these insane people probably got him. If not for Parrot or wifies he would just escape with the rest. 

So now he is hiding, Parrot's body still warm as a invisible diamond got him decapitated his limbs and then after minutes of suffering killed him. 

They lost Wifies pretty long ago. 

But what can he do? Try and fight? He will get killed. He can't find any way to escape with these invisible people send from hell looking around for any living thing to kill. 

Of course he thought about just fucking walking out and get killed purposefully. But how is he supposed to burry his friend when he is dead? Someone had to do it. And they don't really have anyone else. 

With new purpose to move he takes a shaky breath and grabs Parrot's body parts to hide them somewhere behind few planks to bury later. 

He stands up on hid shaky legs to look for Wifies and to bring out the big guns. Literally. 

 Distantly he remembers the history classes. The wars the dates. Is that how these soldiers felt? Surviving for their lost comrades? Gosh damn war sure is horrible. Not that he didn't think it was. He is coping with the jokes, 'kay?

Looking around it became quiet. Either it's the end or it's only the beginning. 

He took a run for it and jumped straight into the barn they prepared the machine gun in. Who knew a guy like Flame had these things? 

It looked okay enough. So kicking the front doors open and running to the gun to starts shooting these devils with some bullets. 

He really felt really American at that moment.

Even tho Jepexx is his brother... he is really fucking stupid. How can you mistake a black and white can with a cow? And then try to milk the poor poor cat. 

Also not to mention that one time he tried to eat a gupy a small fish just because he heard fish are healthy. And yes fish are healthy but not fish like that. 

So when Jepexx killed some diamond silver and gold guy he is shocked. And then killed another diamond one. And fucking died because he triped and impaired himself on the back of a trident of an invisible guy. 

Safe to say Mapicc only kicked that guy in the side and told him to get up and stop begin stupid. 

And now alone he is starting to regret it. The amount of blood is overwhelming. And he saw the amount of bodies near Clown. That guy is killing atleast 50% of the invisible guys that come in. 

This reminds him about that one time Pofa yapped to him about soviet union and how their tactic to win wars was just throwing at their enemies millions of their soldiers. 

Pofa. The only regret Mapicc has is eating his shit from the fridge and blaming it on Jepexx.

Jepexx who doesn't even know if he ate a shoe or just a really tasty steak. 

Aside from that his other regret is not saying goodbye to Spoke. Who probably already turned into a mess of smoke barely recognisable organs and void. 

Mapicc misses him. But really what are the chances he is alive right now? 

Of course zoning out isn't a great idea on a battle field. So it's not a surprise when a gold invisible guy got a good hit on him. 

A pretty deep cut across his abdomen. 

Grabbing his axe and winces as he charges and swings his axe only to get blocked by the guy's sword. 

"Do you even have free will? Just a question." 

The guy didn't answer and Mapicc pushed and kicked the guy in his leg and pushed the sword out of his hand. 

"Answer." 

Still quiet. 

His abdomen hurt and he wasn't in the mood to wait. Raising his axe in the air and about to swing it at the neck the invisible guy Spoke up. 

"I-I don't t-think-" His voice shoke and sounded raspy, it only annoyed him more. 

"Is Spoke alive?" 

"U-uh, I don't- don't know who that i-is." 

"Then you are not needed." Raising his axe again the guy went rigit. 

"Please! Stop!" 

"Tell me what you know."

"The Overlord killed the last boss and started to instantly started to buy from the salve market. He turned slaves into soliders and made them think he was a God"

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Walking around different cages that hold all kinds of hybrids Overlord looked for... a special one. Sadly he didn't had a plan on what kind of hybrid to buy.

Most of them were mediocre at best. Most of they probably woudn't even touch Clown. 

The seller is tailing behind him, calm and composed. Looking at the cages with discust.

He needs someone that will replace him if Clown decides to die or just leave. 

The though leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and on his face the everlasting frown starts to deepen.  

"It's stupid.." He says mostly to himself. Where is the Overlord that makes his subordinates tremble? He can't get soft for a machine meant for killing. 

Lost in thought he almost passed a cage with fully cloghted figure in red. 

He could only see the red eyes and the red rags he had on, in the dark cage. 

"Hey. Tell me about it." It's an order and the seller knows this. 

"My men found it in a desert, we barely caught it. It's really skilled with a knife and strong. Excellent choice sir."

The red figure didn't move or flinch at him begin mentioned. But he was definitely looking and probably listening. 

"What kind of hybrid is it?" 

"We don't know he seemsto be some kind of cross between few hybrids."  

Overlord hums.  

"So it can wield a knife. Can it wield... a scythe?" 

The seller starts sweating and doesn't even notice when the red figures stands up and walks closer to the bars. As he walks Overlord hears chains, and how they jiggle when he moves.

"That's child's play." Theirs voice is raspy and deep. The seller flinches.

"YOU- Don't you dare talk like that to your master you fucking animal!" The red figure stands still only looking at Overlord. 

"So you can talk. Good. " The obnoxious screeching of the seller made Overlord's head hurt. 

"What do you want to do with me?" Red figure leans in to the bars not touching them his eyes cold and directed at Overlord.

This guy knew how to play a game, so definitely not dumb. An advantage from Clown. While Clown isn't exactly dumb he is on the more ignorant side.

It's only fair to tell the poor begin what is gonna await him. 

"Train you in all sorts of ways. Make you my general, my property..." Overlord looks at the glowing red eyes with more calm look, some would say that's it's comforting other that it's unnerving. 

"Only if you finish your training, of course. But why do you think you are worthy enough for me to buy?" Overlord has more than enough money. He could buy all the slaves here. And he will. They will be his new weapon after the first one fails. 

"We both know you already decided."

Overlord grinned as his own brother wasn't half as fun. 

"Pleasure doing business with you."

He shakes hands with the seller. One of his more competent men that are waiting behind him shoots the seller. 

No witnesses.

If information got out that he buys slaves government funding can go bye-bye. And besides how would he explain how the budget that was supposed to last them untill the end of the year went missing. 

"Let's go I'm gonna show you where they keys are, you see anyone else shoot on sight."

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Waking up, Spoke felt better than how he felt in years. He didn't felt like staying up all night or coughing up blood. 

But opening his eyes he felt weird. 

Blinking away the sleep everything came clashing down on him. 

Holy shit. He should be dead, dead as hell.

But like, cool he is alive. 

Looking around he instantly recognises where he is. 

He is in the racist civilisation. 

He sat up not caring how weird everything is and decided to unplug any unnecessary machines from his body. 

Looking at his hands they look like normal human skin with maybe some black spots there and there. Looking to his right he sees a bed and his father in it. 

Why in the Poopies name is his dad there?? It's like seeing Lady Gaga in Walmart. Impossible. 

As Spoke tried to stand up an idea poped into his head. 

His bare feet touched the cold marble floor and with careful quiet steps he went to his dad's office and turned on his computer. 

Guessing the password was too easy. (It had been his birth day and deadname.)

Starting this day with leaking into the Internet every single file from his father's computer was a great idea he doesn't regret it.   

Now it's time to vandalise everything he can reach. 

It's been an hour of endless swining, swaping, the feeling of begin soaked in warm blood. 

Clown starts to wonder if his vision is damaged as he sees a redstone puppet. Not diamond nor iron. So stronger than the diamond ones he guesses. 

The puppet has a big claymore, the blade easily reaching his chest, with the handle it would barely reach Clown's hin. 

"So this is the Clown Pierce. Hybrid killer. Fitting name considering you killed almost half of the small army we had." The sudden sinister and deep voice made Clown want to do a double take that he is not hallucinating. 

The puppets didn't speak even when Clown killed them so that's another thing that made this puppet different from others. 

"So you are telling me that a government organisation that takes care of threats that they think hybrids are and hire hybrids to fight the battles for them? Your current leader is such a coward."  

The puppets stopped coming and Clown stopped for the first time. Looking at the scene around him of an abandoned town with bodies all around. 

It was silent the red puppet didn't attack him so he took the chance to take few breaths. 

"Yeah, current. But tell me what you think about the last one." 

Clown almost flinches. His posture straightens. What does this puppet mean by that? 

"He was cunning, always had, s-some sort of plan. I guess he kinda liked me?" 

The red figure laughed. 

"That's what you think. But to him you were the most trusted man. This army was a plan B, I was a plan B. Even while begin the strongest of all the invisible." 

It took few seconds for Clown's brain to follow but when he did he started to prepare for the inevitable fight. 

"I wanna see how strong the plan A is." The maniac glint in his eye and how Clowm could hear the smirk on his lips as he charged at Clown with the speed he didn't expect in the slightest. 

Barely dodging he tried striking his Rosey right at the neck of the puppet and the gigantic claymore with a nick of time blocked the strike and made an attack of his own and Clown barely blocked it with a handle of his Rosey. 

The puppet was a lot stronger than him as Clown got instantly overpowered and almost cut in half. 

So far this puppet could match him I'm speed and strength. He could try and play the long game and see who will pass out of exhaustion first. 

Lost in thought it took him a little too much time to realise he is about to die and so he barely redirects the claymore with his Rosey. 

Should he run? Or should he stay? If he runs and loses the puppet then he might come for others... better to stay. 

Deciding on more offensive approach he runs at the puppet with Rosey giving his it his all. 

"Flame. Don't tell me you actually fell asleep..." Mane wants to laugh at how stupid Flame is but also cry. How are they related?!

Currently sleeping Flame somewhere between the waste land that is this town Flame made a spot for himself amongst the rubbish on the ground and took a nap. 

Flame grumbled something then went back to sleep. Most of the invis guys are gone but it's still dangerous to just sleep there. 

"Flame we need to find others. You know use common sense." 

"Shut upp"

Mane sighs and kicks Flame for him to wake up, and stand up. 

Begin distracted by this idiot Mane doesn't hear how a silver invis guy sneaking up behind him and literally stabbing him I'm the back. 

"F-fuck..." 

Flame opens his eyes, gasps and is on his feet in an instant kills the low ranking invis guy.

"Mane holy shit, shit shit shit..." inspecting the stab wound it was clearly done by some newbie but it definitely pierced Mane's kidney.

"Good news you are probably gonna live, but need to go to the toilet more." 

"I'm down one kidney?? Fuck man.." 

So currently... his soon-to-be-boyfriend is fighting some kind of secret invisible army. 

Branzy staring at his screen with open mouth for few minutes. 

Someone literally leaked everything into the Internet. And now the Geneva convention sounds like a heaven so like the bare fucking minum sounds better than what the fuck this is. 

Sure he worked there made fun of Clown acted all high and mighty at first. But now it feels like he might just want to vomit right now.e worked at that place, a place who covered multiple slaughterd, tortured hybrids. They weren't treated like a human begin. 

He kinda knew about Clowm begin a killer but knowing he did so much.

This left him in a moral dilemma. What should he even do? 

This is so confusing...

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Consider Spoke surprised when he found a stash of heroin in his dad's office. But don't consider him surprised when the police raided the buildings.

He waited for them. But looking at the bag filled with good time he had to put it away so police won't decide that he has to go to prison too, like his dad probably will.

Breaking down the door police swarmed the place surrounded him. Found his father, arrested the staff.

Spoke kept his hands up, bored. Now hopefully he won't go to prison. If they don't connect the dots that he a recovering human is a void hybrid that made quite few terrorist acts.

His experience of dealing with cops told him that they woudn't even take that up as a possibility.

Always so closed minded. 

Now hopefully dad gets a life sentence, Jumper too. Maybe Clown if he won't run or like the rebellion. They probably killed quite few people of SC or whatever their name is.

3 officers lead him to a police car for interrogation, and Spoke feels how he just gave away his freedom.

His escapades of killing politicians, small acts of terrorism, end.

"I didn't think The Clown Pierce would be this weak."

Clown put his hand on the wound across his chest. Not a fatal wound but definitely needs some medical attention.

He stands up anyway his Rosey chipped at some places in the handle. Handle made of materials his brain can't recall.

In years of having her only now she's starting to actually break in a battle with ginormous claymore that could finish him in one move.

Taking deep breaths exhaustion resonating deep into his bones.

"You are, nothing."

Reddoon's (from his endless rants Clown catches his name) stops in his tracks and glares at Clown.

"You are the one barely standing."

"Yet, you are the one forgotten." Clown smirks as he knows this will anger the person before him.

Holding his Rosey ready to strike, he feels the pain blossoming from his chest and the blood dripping on the floor.

Time, Clown is playing for time. He doesn't know why. It's completely silent all around. No one is coming for him. Clown is a murder, a killer. He is alone.

Nobody is coming for him.

That phrase was enough to make him snap, all his composure gone. 

"You think you are better, but who killed all these people? ME !! YOU LIKE A PATHETIC LITTLE BITCH CAME TO FINISH THE JOB BECAUSE YOU CAN'T BEAT ME OTHERWISE!" He took off his clown mask and breathed in air full of death and blood exaled in a nick of time he was next to Reddoons swining at his neck.

He doddged again out of breath. Reddoons smiled, then started to laugh.

"Nice tr-"

Police sirens could be heard from the main entrance. From far away Clown could see a girl in pink with handcuffs on.

"..Jumper?"

Distracted Red looked a second far to long and that cost him his neck.

As the head fell down Clown fell to his knees. It's silent. He can't feel anything except pain there's blood everywhere.

Clown fell on the ground his body giving up.

He isn't so different from other cold bodies around him. If nobody was looking for him Clown wouldn't be found in the pile of dead bodies.

When he starts to get cold and his breaths are far to few in between. His eyelids feel heavy as he slowly closes them.

Distantly he can feel warm hands on his shoulders a voice calling out to him then crying, screaming. Feeling more tired with each second he ignores the voice and falls asleep.

"YOU DID WHAT?!?!?"

Rekrap screams, red in the face as he stares at the very familiar guy that is on the news on their couch in their guest room. 

"Hear me out-"

"No, no nonono... Branzy. You just took a murderer that news are talking about non-stop for the last 24 hours, police is searching for him. And he is there on your couch and I am supposed to hear you out?"

"Okay fair. But I know him." Branzy points to the various piercings on the clown's face. " We were on a date, i could see how much he regreted his actions and wishies to stop killing people!"

"Branzy, how low are your standards?"

"Rek, he didn't have to stop mindlessly killing people but he did and that means something, it means something to me !"

"Sometimes a new start is all we need" Branzy looks down on the floor. Rek is scared and paranoid (as he usually is) Branzy sighs at Rek knowing that in the next hour he will be yelled at by rek.

But he looks at the sleeping Clown and feels himself smile at how peaceful he looks. Beat up, bloody, bruised, but peaceful.

It feels like high school again when he had a hallway crush on his (dead) wife and it somehow worked out. 

He was rather rudely interrupted from his thoughts as Rek shouted, his voice becoming really high-pitched 

"In the name of God. BRANZY!"

Uh oh.

"Yes Rekrap? My bestiest friend?"

He smilled sheepishly and took his eyes away from the sleeping beauty.

"Tell me. How. Did it happen." Rekrap crosses his arms

"Okay, so-"

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After the news came out Branzy was torn between crying and trying to find Clown to explain himself.

So he did both, with tears streaming down his face he left his apartment and looked trought the leaked documents to see if he can find anything about where Clown is.

A folder called 'the end' interested him and soon he was looking trought a plan to kill an entire race of hybrids and corrupting the already kinds corrupt government.

In these files it says that there is some kind of hybrid town. And that they are gonna just kill everyone there.

But as he says where there is homicide there's Clown so that's that.

Going into his car Branzy wipes his tears with a tissue, as he sobs, he starts to drive breaking every street law hoping to somehow save his socially awkward, killer boyfriend.

In the end the stench was so bad he vomited on the spot trying to find his boyfriend among the dead bodies was hard because he thought every one of the could be Clown.

In the end he some how found him cried some more and took the bleeding out boyfriend out (with his scythe, Branzy knows how much he is attached to his scythe.)

Branzy carried him and scythe near his car somehow he wasn't noticed by cops that just seem to be multiplying.

His car was parked in the forest nearby the entrance to the cave.

While still crying but slowly stopping because Clown is safe with him and so beautiful even when passed out and bleeding.

Right bleeding out. He stood up and looked around in his car for first aid kit. He found it pretty quick, even tho his hands shake so badly he almost dropped it.

He has to atleast stop the bleeding across Clown's chest and- take off his costume.

Don't be weird! His boyfriend is bleeding out if Branzy will have to take his top half of clothing off he shouldn't have any weird thoughts!

Branzy took few breath to calm himself down and focus on the task. His ripped the fabric getting in the way of treating the worryingly deep wound.

He rememberd his first aid training that he had few years back.

And got to work-

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"Okay, okay, OKAY. I don't want to know more!" A very pale Rek yelled and sat down on a nearest surface that wasn't couch that Clown was on. (Which was floor)

Right, Branzy forgot how much Rek coudn't stomach blood. And would pass out even at the mention of it.

The memories of today will haunt him for years, the stench, the blood, how cold it was. Rek would pass out just smelling the air once, then cry. Branzy starts to think about all these people, dead. In a nothing but a pile of cold disgusting meat that will slowly rotten.

Branzy's stomach does a flip. As his knees give out. His empty stomach protesting as he tries to take deep breaths to calm down.

He looks to his right and sees Clown. This close he can smell the death on him. He wonders if this smell will ever leave him.

Mane was all alone. No Clown, no Flame, no Kaboodle. He tried to caught up to the town's people who were running away but..

He got caught. By the police, not even the military. Just some police. 

The handcuffs are thigh and cold. And the inside of the police car is quiet.

His mind is blank as he just stares into nothingness.

How did it happen?

The blood on him turns cold and slowly dries. His skin is ichy. It's not like those times when he ate pigs leg, his face dirty with animal blood.
This time it's human blood and it's quiet. No annoyed Clown or Wemmbu.

Wemmbu left with Egg. He left them all with only a pathetic message how they were all gonna die in few hours. Wemmbu planned this all along and didn't tell them.

Clown was... lost? Or killed. Either way theory last interaction plays in his head. How he clung to him. Scared of the new. Now that Mane thinks about it maybe he was crying, terrified their new 'base' (yes a base that got attacked even before they could unpack)

Is he going to jail now? Or getting executed?

His body is numb and Mane distantly thinks this is worse than when his parents died.

Waking up Clown's whole body is hurting and feeling so uncomfortable, he feels dirty, so spend and he just woke up.

Opening his eyes he sees a white ceiling. Unfamiliar white cells. Turning his head with little difficulty he find a completely unfamiliar room. The room wasn't anything special some wardrobe, desk.

Great. Did he get captured? Will he get tortured?

That doesn't even matter.

He just rememberes the last few moments of consciousness. The red puppet, the bodies, so much gore.

That one definitely took top 1.

The waking up feels somewhat familiar, after so many missions, the ache.

It's almost like Overlord is gonna start calling him and talking about some new mission to kill some supposed 'criminal' not just come innocent hybrid.

Coming to think of it. He never really fought for the freedom of hybrids only begin dragged into the conflicts and start to realise his mistakes.

Are they gone? Are Mane, Flame, Kaboodle, LeoWook gone? What even is happening?

Clown honestly just feels tried.

If someone kidnapped him, then that someone better kill him. He can't handle it mentally anymore.

He swears that if he sees any dead body in a month he will just cut throat.

Cut his throat.

The words stuck into his brain.

Why wait for anyone to come and take his life when he can do it himself?

He killed enough, he would probably be doing the world a favour by getting rid of himself.

His mind is a mush of hateful thoughts and helpless pleas for the pain to end.

It feels like once given time to atleast process all of his pain and wrongdoings his brain goes into overdrive and all his thoughts are about just ending it all.

But all his life he fought to live another day.

Is he gonna become just like his parents? Kill himself when he dug himself into deep enough hole?

Apple doesn't fall far from a tree.

Yet he doesn't want to end up like that. The least he could do is give his victims some closure.

And even if it's a lot to ask Clown doesn't want to end up found in some warehouse on a rope. As life teached him there's always a other way. Other way to end this meaningless life.

With pained groans he sits up clenching his wound across his chest. As he feels unbearable pain all over.

The room is bland. Weird for his kidnappers to just leave him united he can't see any cameras either.

Stupid. His kidnapper greatly understemated him. It's almost they want him to escape.
He doesn't think about it futher as his ears pick up footsteps.

Walking over to the nearest window Clown finds that he isn't far from the ground. With his current condition he could potentially re-open his wound.

His mind circles back to the blood, the dark red color engraved into his brain.

With pathetic struggle he opens the window and jumps out, with his muscle memory he safely rolls over and is laying under an apartment complex.

(In the back of his head he feels a familiar voice scream.)

His vision is all blurry and Clown even sees some dark spots.

It feels like he might die. The feeling strange to him, all his life he spend surrounded by it, but never being so close to it himself.

With a dry cough he stands up, pain shouting trough his body like waves. Clown's whole body was shaking. His back was against a wall for support as he tried to catch his breath.

After waiting for few minutes or hours. He takes the first step. Then another and another. Until he walks out to a street people are casting him worries glances, some are trying to put their hand on his shoulder and stop him, tell him he needs help.

But he doesn't deserve help. Clown had been leeching off help for way too long, first Ferre when he literally decides to sacrifice himself and let Clown kill him, then Overlord giving him purpose no matter how evil, vile and disgusting it was. Then Flame, it felt like the heavens smiled to him, feeling the warmth of family he long forgotten. Mane helping him see trought his wronging's. And Kaboodle (she didn't really helped him more glared and yelled but still) helping him see the consequences of his actions.

Now all alone he is ready to do the right thing.

His muscles protest. Clown himself is getting second thoughts.

Walking into the police station barely conscious. Time seemed to stop. Was he really about to do this?

Was it selfish? What about Branzy? The man who made himself at home at Clown's heart. But definitely didn't made himself at home in big enough part of his heart as these last hours really made him forget.

He felt guilty. Branzy's last sight of him was when on a rope or an electric chair, maybe if they feel merciful a quick injection of lethal poison.

His mind stopped as he slumped against the desk and coughed out blood on the desk of some lady. The lady horrified looked at him giving Clown all her attention. Torn between calling for help and listening what this stranger has to say.

"I- My name i-is"

This is it.

"Clown Pierce."

It's too late to turn back now.

"I c-came here to g-give myself into the hands of auth-horities."

He basically coughs out the last part everyone is staring at him.

Someone was dailing to more competent authorities than this average police station. Some other officer was also on a phone but calling for an ambulance.

Breathing was hard and Clown feels himself losing grip on reality (no matter how weak it was in the first place)

It's a really familiar feeling, the felling of darkness lulling him to sleep. Coaxing him into false sense of security only to drag him into the deepest corners of his mind.

It was a nice day. But most people were glued to their phones.

Everyone was reading the leak of how a government organisation most civilians trusted, bought slaves, had a brain washed assassin to kill the hybrids, spread propaganda how most hybrids can't be trusted, had a whole battalion, exactly 302 ex-slaves.

All of it under their noses.

Some close their phones to watch the news.

Some are crying in the corner as it was their tax money that was funding these atrocities.

On news channel the host of today's news appears at a desk behind them background of your basic news.

"An assassin gave himself into the police hands at 7 pm. Tuesday of August 6th. Our reporter Hannah Rose is at the place and will explain it all to you."

The screen translates to a young woman in her mid 20s a serious expression on her face.

"The assassin Clown Pierce. Child of two Douch immigrants real name Dirk Abbingh. Parents killed themselves after getting addicted to substances and getting into debt. Transported around orphanages and forster homes. Showing aggression to his peers and himself, now revealed not missing, anymore past SC Overseer rather now trained him and trained him to be his private illegal assassin."

The woman didn't stutter. Didn't look away. After she stopped to breath Hannah looked behind her, at the police station mentioned criminal gave himself in, with distant eyes.

"After recent massacre at the not so secret anymore town of hearts. That shown that the mentioned criminal killed exactly 126 hybrids. Police is currently trying to find out the number of all his victims."

She takes a deep breath and looks down licks her lips and looks straight at the camera.

"Clown Pierce will stand before court after police will gather atleast half, from what it looks like, weather long criminal record. Full of blood and inhumanity."

"While some are arguing they should sentence him straight to death penalty after he gave himself in. While it is true he committed hedious crimes everyone deserves to stand before court and answer to justice."

The tension from Hannah shoulder's slowly disappears as the ugly and sad stuff was said.

"I deeply hope for a honest process and wish all hybrids the best for all the bad treatment us humans has caused you."

The reporter dissappears as the news translate to back the host now about to talk with some politican and a lady, who was behind the desk when Clown gave himself in, about current events.

Branzy was watching the news, he had been panicking for the last few hours, before he decided to just open a news channel, and try to relax.

Well the relaxing was going great for him.

What can Branzy even do now? He can't just break Clown out of the prison. He can't do anything.

"Oh Clown, what did you do?..."

Rek was out doing something, anything but stay in the house.

Why Clown? Why did you have to do this?

Flame stood before a coffin with a very familiar scythe in it. But otherwise empty. Mane was besite him. Quietly crying. It probably reminded him of the burial of his own parents. No bodies. Just the empty feeling.

After qualified officers of law arrived most of them were intervied, maybe because it was self defence or that the didn't kill most of them. They were let go. ('They' as in Mane, Flame, Kaboodle, Jaron, Bacon, Planet.) He doesn't want to think about the graves behind him.

Jepexx, Mapicc, Parrot, and Wifies died during the blood bath.

Clown was electrocuted on a chair. Mane said he want to go, said that he wants to remember Clown differently, than dead on a metal chair.

Flame didn't sleep at all last night still in shock. Still coudn't bealive that a fighter like Clown died that way.

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A small crowd gathered to watch. Familes who lost their loved ones, curious people, maybe even a reporter or two, Branzy and him.

It wasn't like the court was gonna find Clown not guilty.

The police with all testimonies, leaks, and evidence, from otherwise cold cases helped to establish that Clown killed 865 people.

When his eyes landed on Clown he fully dissociating from reality as he was sitting on the chair. His eyes as if staring at nothing. Only when Clown was about to be electrocuted his eyes focused again with full panic, looking around he saw Flame.

Their gazes locked.

Then Clown smiled as if his goal was accomplished and he didn't regret this decision at all. As if this was his destined end.

Flame Frags didn't look away. He coudn't.

Clown didn't scream, he didn't struggle he just took it. After 30 seconds of continuous shocking, a doctor came to see if Clown was still alive. After confirming that he was.

Doctor backed away and signaled to shock him again for another 30 seconds.

It happend again and again.

Clown lost consciousness after the second time.

After the 4th Flame didn't want to look, his skin turning a weird shade of yellow.

After 5th the doctor confirmed that he indeed died.

Flame is glad Mane didn't come with him.

People around quiet.

Few minutes after. People started to leave

Flame wonderd, what Ferre would think?

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Bacon stood on a small podium on the left from the hole with the empty coffin in it.

"We have gathered here. To bury our ally, friend, family member, enemy and a murderer of a loved one. "

No-one spoke up about how they failed to get Clown's body back, how simply being a friend of his didn't gain them rights to his dead body to bury him.

"Clown didn't die a hero, he died young and desperate. Just like some of us knew or hoped he'd die someday."

"I for one didn't knew him very much. He didn't kill my loved one, or decided made friends with him. "

"Most of us barely knew him. Most of us didn't saw him as one of our own. But he still helped us when he didn't have to. Tried to help us with all his might until the end. So thank you Clown Pierce for your time at the rebellion. We barely knew you."

"In few years there will be a story of a assassin of hybrids that tried to save them. And few more years and that will be forgotten too."

"Goodbye Clown Pierce, Dirk Abbingh."

Bacon left the podium. Everyone softly clapped. Some were crying some didn't cry and just stared at the empty coffin with Clown's beloved Rosey in it.

Flame's eyes started to get glassy. When he looked at how Mane was doing but he stood there still as a rock.

Tears were slowly flowing from his eyes. Flame was reminded the funeral of Mane's parents. The ugly sobs that tore from his throat. Now, Mane was as still as ever.

Heartbroken he looked at Branzy that cried as if he couldn't take any of it. Flame wants to blame him. Clown was at his apartment, how could Branzy just let him, walk into his death?

When he heard a cough from his left, Flame's eyes snapped to the podium where Mane stood his eyes wet he looked barely held together.

"It's hard to believe that a guy like Clown is gone. He is the most paranoid, hard working person I know. I still remember when we watched my little pony together."

Some people laughed at the information of the feared assassin watching a kid's show. Even Branzy quietly giggled.

"C-clown I never said it to you, but-..." Mane sobbed, his knees buckled, his hands gripping the podium. Then quietly as if it was onyl for him and Clown to hear.

"You were like a brother to me. Family."

Mane Pear failed apart as he stood there his head in his hands choked ugly sobs.

5 of his friends died during that period. 4 a hero and 1 a murderer.

Spoke only watched as they buried a scythe. Stupid. Atleast they buried Mapicc properly.

He wants to ignore how much it hurts.

The same fate that struck Clown got Minute Tech.

Spoke was there.

Minute looked at him with pleading eyes. Spoke walked away, from a man that coudn't say his name.

The same his father gone trought with transition and dead names stuck his son, but without the transition part.

In the end the world moves on. Mane finally finishes high-schoo. Gets his diploma. (That is framed into his new apartment) found a part-time job, applied to a collage. Got in, and just tried to carry on.

Flame found a job as bodyguard. Tough luck that he was bodyguard for some celebrity and their fans kept making edits of him.

Wemmbu and Egg, didn't hear about death of anyone im Aisia... Because that's where they are. In Aisia Wemmbu decided to drag Egg into a life of a news reporters. Don't ask anyone how they got hired tho. That's between Wemmbu 500 dollars and a director.

Branzy started working from home. He stopped going out. Replaced a bottle of juice in the morning with cold vodka and a cigarette. Safe to say he isn't doing very good. And won't be for a while. But Rekrap is here to help.

Kaboodle moved in with Ash and Squiddo. They started a podcast channel for shits and giggles, most of them affected by recent deaths. Happy in their own bubble.

Bacon went to college. Planet got to work as an influencer on tiktok and does YouTube videos sometimes. Bacon says it's a cool passion but not very good job. Planet always says that he can quit and get some other job anytime, but both know He won't do that.

Spoke packed his bags from his old place that he had with mapicc, and moved in with Pofa. Both visit the graves on weekends. Both just exist in silence. Spoke starts to work on forging fake documents and starting high school again. Then med school, maybe find a cure for cancer. His life full with chaos so mundane now.

Jumper is in prison, and spend her time there for the rest of her lifetime.

Waking up, Clown feels warm almost scolding heat of the hard ground he woke up on.

Opening his eyes he felt weightless, his limbs so light, he feels like he could fly. All pain he noticed or didn't notice was gone.

Overlord stood above him. Smirking.

"Well, well, well. Hello there-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UPPP" a voice he almost forgot yelled. When he focused on the cloud he saw Zam. The guy was yelling curses at Overlord for even daring to open his mouth.

"Hi?" Standing up Clown realised, he was in hell. If the horns on his head were anything to go by.

"Clown?" Ferre peaked from a very fluffy cloud, smiled and waved.

"F-ferre! I almost forgot what you looked like." Clown felt himself smile as he waved back.

Ferre guided him to another spot away from the very loud duo of Zam and Ayaan. 

They sat Ferre on the lowest cloud he could find, Clown on the ground his devilish tail swining from side to side.