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“Hi Branzy.” Clown speaks, quiet and calculated. As always. It’s unnerving. “I got in a bit of a tussle, can you help me?”
Oh. Branzy blinks, swallows once, twice, then nods. “Of course I can.”
Clown nods and moves his leg, spreading his thighs further and revealing that, beyond the rip in his costume, there is a cut running from his pelvis to the inside of his knee. It's deep and still steadily leaking blood. Deep enough that Branzy can see the yellow layer of fat peaking through in certain areas.
“Gosh, they really got ya’ good, huh?” Branzy murmurs, his free hand coming to trace along the jagged edge of the wound. Clown shivers, leg flinching backwards as his grip on Branzy tightens.
(OR! Obligatory ‘Clown gets hurt and Branzy helps’ fic because I’m obsessed with Clownzy rn)