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Lights flickered; one at a time the emitted darkness appeared, then disappeared. The snow gently blew across, almost caressing the heat of the once lit lights. The touch of course almost melting away the snow, almost like it begged to be alone while work was in progress. Soon; the jolly red and green pairs above the structure of Clown’s mask that lay upon the casino of his and Branzy’s glimmered with Holiday joy. The lights went back and forth, a smooth melody almost as a mysterious red like dust pattern went down somewhere, a mighty , “Aha!” Could be heard as the remnants then lead to a particular man, ‘Branzy’ almost bedazzled up in his Christmas decorated gear, although it wasn’t the best; hot glue presses onto with bells and puff pom poms’ matted with glee of spirit. It wasn’t how it looked; how poorly it may have looked to others. What mattered was the effort Branzy took! Hands then let go of the contraptions, the red dust from earlier all on his hands, the lights were done finally! Although Clown, his ‘Best Friend’, his ‘Business Partner’ they say, didn’t celebrate holidays as much as Branzy did, he was sure at this point forced to! I mean, who could say no to such a face?. . . That had a mess from working. It didn’t matter now, all that mattered was Clown. Branzy then looked down, almost fanboying his well work done for the lights as he picked himself up, almost scurrying as he carefully jumped, twisted, spun, over trails he had made in earlier days. Him and Clown have modeled and designed for builds like the Fun house— The casino and games— This time Branzy modeled the lights for Christmas by himself as a surprise, or more like a prank almost. He hadn’t been in contact with doing red stone contraptions recently, but ever since being with Clown; the truth is he’s really became well knowledge with subjects such as these. Speaking of which, it was time to show Clown!
[ CLOWN POV. ]
A clatter amended on the table, a quick dash of instinct from the Clownpierce himself turned around, almost dislocating something probably. However; false alarm! It was just a glass of Whiskey that unfortunately was the victim of the harden breezes that carried from the harsh snow outside to the inside. It was a miracle that some of the redstone dust was still intact. I mean, you’d expect the best from some ancient ore that was dug up. Clown pierce’s cat struck shoulders shuttered down, defrosting almost as he realized it was just a bad accident naturally caused. The built up snow for when Clown pierce was out getting resources for Branzy, slightly blocking his viewings which was probably why he was such on the edge for unusual changes and circumstances— Of course including a poor drink of whiskey. With bent knees; clown pierce emerged down, clattering the pieces of each single glass carrying the potential to pierce through and damage his hands. But he didn’t care about the scars. He didn’t care about the risks; cause on the deadliest world— You’re always at risk. You’re always on the verge of death— It’s—
CREEEAAAAKK
With no preparation of his vision to be ready, the glass that hid and crawled upon his gloves were soon smushed— Crashing against and into his hand almost as he nearly perked from the pain fusing into the brink of his fingers and scaled hands, to focused on the sound— Behind him. With the hand belonging to the glass he gripped his open hand, smoothly yet so roughly taking out a potion that bubbled with each movement from his hand that swished. His knee he once bowed down to collect the mess, then shot up as he turned almost like he did before, standing as his legs were almost tangled up with his poor vision. Pointing out his hand that sparked with pain with each stretch he took. However; across that very room, the creak sound— Was from the door. Clown may not be scooby doo, but it doesn’t take a genius to recognize that face, even with the state he’s in.
It was Branzy, covered in his holiday joy self— But also like red dust. Red stone.
Clown pierce had just gotten alarmed from his own ‘Business’ Partner.