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ClownPierce is the deadliest player on the Lifesteal SMP. It’s that simple! So why does he have to deal with separation anxiety?
He hates being away from Kab and Branzy specifically. His solution to this (not any less embarrassingly) is to have stuffed animals that remind him of them. They’re always in his ender chest so that they are always with him and they are only taken out when he is alone in his base. This was smart as it prevented the stuffies from being damaged, and it made it so that not a single player- not a single soul would ever know of this. No one can know because while yes it is embarrassing, it has far more to do with not wanting to get dropped as it would be really easy to kill him while he’s regressed since his dexterity goes to shit.
However… Branzy was currently at Clown’s base fixing something in his kitchen- he doesn’t remember what exactly, but seeing as Branzy owed him a (few hundred) favor(s) it didn't really matter. Now, that seems completely unrelated; as if it wouldn’t be a problem at all, and usually it wouldn't be! But because ClownPierce’s life is a joke, today is not ‘usual‘ as a fog that makes him feel small has decided to settle over his mind. Clown on the other hand is trying to push away this fog as he is trying to fix up a small hole he found in his goat plushie (said plushie was light brown, lightweight, and only a little bigger than his hand, if you were wondering).
This was going fine until Clown had the wonderful (/sarcasm) idea to stab the needle under one of his nails. You know, when other people talk about their intrusive winning it always seems so quirky and fun(!), meanwhile his are a danger to himself and others almost as if what other people were talking about when they said ‘the intrusive thoughts won’ weren’t intrusive thoughts at all. His mind gets foggier as he bites back tears- too hazy to understand that he was meant (or well- intended) to keep this a secret. Especially now that there was dark crimson on the little goat in his hands (and he was sure that it would stain), all that he could think about was that he was sad and that he just ruined something so important to him.
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“I broke it.” Branzy was startled by the words as he hadn’t heard Clown approach him.
Branzy looked at the stuffed animal in Clown’s hand confusedly… and then to his other hand and his eyes widened. “What happened?” He didn’t wait for a response before hurriedly grabbing bandages out of his inventory. Clown offered his hand that was bleeding to Branzy.
Clown only hummed in acknowledgement as his finger got bandaged up. He didn’t really know how to explain what had happened and he didn’t really feel like explaining that right now. “I ruined it, didn’t I?”
Branzy didn’t answer at first in favor of focusing on Clown’s injured hand. Then, “You didn’t ruin anything. It just adds character.”
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Branzy fixed it! Clown’s little goat plushie was finally back to normal… and maybe Branzy was keeping an eye on him because Clown seemed to be acting different… and maybe he made dinner that night disguised as cashing in another favor… but explanations were for another day
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Notes : Shout out to my stuffed goat, Paizley for being the inspiration for Clown’s stuffed goat.
Also, I use tone tags not because I don’t trust you as a reader but rather because I don’t trust myself as a writer!
Also, also, I’m sorry it seems my own frustration about the whole ‘my intrusive thoughts won’ trend just being people doing something fun and silly that they were just weary to do (meaning they weren’t intrusive thoughts) seeped into this work. I crossed it out because what is a work if it can’t stand on its own, am I right? I’m tired of hearing this criticism going around. I love when I get to see others' opinions reflected in their work(s).
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