#clown horns honk in the distance

[tangerinesgirl]

For my next trick...

Buggy X Fem!Reader

Summary: Buggy invades your village and takes you all hostage as audience members. You decide to stand up for yourself but Buggy has very cruel and unusual punishments.

Word count: 500+

Rating: 18+, explicit, no minors, yandere

Warnings: YANDERE/DEAD DOVE/DARK!FIC, smut, rape, noncon, 18+, cockwarming, public sex, a bit silly at times

"Gooooooood evening out there how is everyone?"

There's a horrified silence. Moments ago this clown pirate ransacked your home, your entire village, and now he's making a song and a dance about it. He's centre stage, spotlight on him, gesturing to everyone, to whoop and cheer.

"That's your cue, look there's even an applause sign, and you still fucked it up", he scrunches his fists against his forehead in irritation.

"Again! This time, if you don't clap your hands, I'll cut them off. Understood?"

There's a quiet sob coming somewhere from the crowd.

"Goooood evening ladies and gentlefolk, how are you doing out there?"

There's a smattering of applause, almost sarcastic.

"Okay a slight improvement I guess".

You don't clap, instead you follow a weird gut feeling, it'll probably cost you your life but you've already lost everything, and it'll be fun to mess with him you decide. So you cup your hands around your mouth and give a loud "BOOOOO!".

The clown snaps up at you and tilts his head, curious, "oooh a brave little girl, I think we've just had our first volunteer of the night. Let's give her a round of applause!".

A few of his lackeys grab you roughly by the shirt collar and drag you down the stairs, throwing you on the floor in front of him. He bends down and grabs your hair, pulling it so you're forced to look at him.

"You're so much prettier on your hands and knees darling", he whispers in your ear. You spit on his face and he lets go of your hair in surprise.

He looks you up and down, "that was actually really hot... do it again".

You try to run for the door but his crew grab you again and slam you down to the floor and tie you to it. Leather cuffs attached to a pulley system are being strapped to your arms and legs. You squirm but there's too many crew members to shake off. He keeps his distance this time and paces around you.

He steps on your head moving it to the side, investigating, "Just how I like my women, feisty and chained up."

He claps his hands in anticipation and talks to the audience, "So who wants to see my first trick up my sleeve?", the audience have no choice but to clap.

"Well actually, not technically up my sleeve. It's actually in here", he starts to unbuckle his belt.

You scream out for help, the chains clinking as you do.

"Crew, shut her up. And open those pretty legs of hers too while you're there".

Someone ties a cloth around your mouth, another turns a wheel that pulls your ankle restrains apart. The wheel stops just as you groan out in pain. Meanwhile the clown is hyping up the audience, you're not quite sure what he's saying as you're wincing in pain. He's unbuttoned his pants and the next think you see is his dick just flying around the audience, with various "oohs" and "aahs". You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion and bewilderment. Oh my god, this guy is an actual psychopath. You start to cry as you scream through the cloth harshly. The clown suddenly has knives coming out of his knuckles and he cuts your panties away. He giddily sits down next to your head. He licks away a tear and pats your face twice, patronisingly.

He turns to the audience, "I don't think she can take me, what do you think? Should I let her go?"

The audience boo and spur him on. His dick in mid air wriggles comedically like it's revving up.

"WELL okay, if you insist! 3, 2, 1..." His dick zooms past the audience and goes straight into your pussy. A crew member honks a horn off stage as it does so. You clench your toes and cry out in pain at the sheer force, and also at the size, as it hits right against your cervix. The dick removes itself and slams into you again and again.

The clown whispers, "you know I was going to cut your tongue out after this, but maybe I'll keep you. Even though my dick is detached right now, I feel everything," he moans, he's getting off on all of this.

His dick starting to slow down the pace, "You take me so well... Maybe I'll keep you... My personal slave".

His dick stops inside you, it twitches and you start to feel his seed seeping into you. He's panting and groaning right next to your ear, this sends you over the edge and your body betrays you and cums too.

He laughs and says, "Mm I felt that. You fucking liked it, you sicko. I'm definitely keeping you".

Your combined cum leaks out of you onto the circus floor, his dick still inside you.

"I think I'll stay here for a bit. You feel so good, I think I'll be up for round two in a moment. Maybe I'll fuck your mouth next. That will shut you up once and for all."

His words make you clench around him and he moans again, his dick already getting hard, "You're such a freak. You're gonna fit in here just fine".

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

Shanks finding out as a kid that Buggy's body makes actual clown noises (his nose honking, his body tumbling sounding like a bouncy ball, etc) and developing a pavlovian response to squeaky toys and lamenting not getting to honk his nose anymore to his crew, because Shanks being a big fat loser about Buggy specifically is always funny (poor Benn thought the nose honking was metaphorical, like a cruel but fond joke Shanks indulged in, not an actual real thing Shanks wants and can do)

Beckman frowns. “Was this, like. A pigtail-pulling thing?”

Shanks squints up at him. He just drunkenly confessed to having lingering romantic feelings towards someone who is technically an enemy of their crew, someone the Navy will certainly try to use against him now that they remember he exists, and Beckman is asking if Shanks… wants to pull Buggy’s pigtails?

“Not literally,” Beckman says, rolling his eyes. “But the, the nose honking thing. You’d have a horn behind your back and go up and poke him and squeeze it at the same time—to tease him, right?”

Shanks shakes his head back and forth very slowly, eyes wide. He stands, makes a shushing gesture, and motions for Beckman to follow him out of their office. They creep down the hall. It’s late, only the people obligated to stay on watch are up and about, and they quickly realize their boss is trying to be discreet for some reason, so they leave him be.

The main deck is absolutely covered in sleeping bodies, ex-prisoners and Whitebeard Pirates alike who’d had nowhere else to go after the fighting was done. Buggy had been given a place of honor—a pair of crates, apart from the rest, with two dozen pieces of prison uniform donated to the cause of making him the closest thing to a mattress (after a blanket was laid atop the bundle of clothes) that any guest aboard could have.

Shanks tiptoes over to Buggy’s bedside, hushes Beckman again, and slowly lowers a finger to poke Buggy’s nose.

It squeaks. Like a bicycle horn.

“How?” Beckman breathes. Shanks, barely holding back laughter, shrugs helplessly.

A disembodied hand grabs Shanks by the collar and pulls him nose-to-nose with Buggy. “Shanks,” he growls. “Tell me you didn’t just do what I think you did, you bastard.”

“Shh, shh,” Shanks says, fits of giggles escaping between his words. “Quiet, Buggy, everybody’s asleep!”

“You’re lucky they are,” Buggy hisses, sitting upright and shoving Shanks back. “If there were witnesses to that childish behavior—aren’t you a grown man? Aren’t you an Emperor of the Seas? Why the hell are you—” Buggy spots Beckman watching this conversation from a safe distance just as Shanks takes it upon himself to tug at Buggy’s hair, still in the pigtails he’d been wearing all day. Buggy squawks and slaps Shanks’ hand away. “What is wrong with you? Are you drunk?!”

Shanks gives Beckman an intent look, a bright flush high in his cheeks. “Yes literally.”

After a moment, Beckman puts it together. He buries his head in his hands. “Oh my god.”

[thecatinthepurplepants]

I think (I hope) there's a child's birthday party happening across the street because I have the front window open and I keep occasionally hearing a clown horn honk in the distance so this image is really resonating with me rn

[dnangelic]

"Uuuuuu..." Light complaint. Tiny hands grab Daisuke's shirt. The positioning of Fyuga has changed to be just behind him! Why? Because there's a scary clown handing out acary balloons! Honking a scary horn!!! Scary!!! Protect her.

@paraleech

' eh ? ... what's wrong , fyuga ? ' he looks up from the brochure-map in his hands only to swivel his head around until he can find fyuga behind him . the way her hands are clinging to his shirt feels like an obvious frightened response , but he can't quite tell what might have been specifically causing it in a place like this . people everywhere , all sorts of colorful advertisements and loud announcements , the sooner he finished everything they had come here for , the better for them both , if not especially fyuga , right ? a measure of her gaze's point nevertheless guides him ---

' ah , that person ? '

wasn't it just a clown , though ? compared to fyuga's terrified shake and shiver behind him , there were plenty of other children eagerly rushing forwards and milling about with cards and balloons . the way they were being handed out , it must have been for some sort of advertisement --- maybe a traveling circus , or some kind of cool show ? nobody seemed to be paying anything , and it draws out a warm smile from the niwa himself .

' fyuga , it's okay , they won't hurt you . ' a hand pats and strokes at her head to reassure her . ' look , they have balloons ! do you want one ? things like this are supposed to be fun , and if the horn scares or really bothers you , i'm sure they won't honk it if i ask them . ' he does just that , in fact , half-leading , half-dragging fyuga still clinging to his legs and side up to the employee , who could only give what should have been considered something between a look of both fondness and pity to the two children before happily handing over two free balloons , the entire process honk free .

' ... here ! ' it's after he's put a little distance between themselves that daisuke offers up a balloon to fyuga . ' it's fun to look at , right ? things that float like this are kind of neat . i can tie it your wrist too , and if you pull it just a little , it makes a funny noise . ' he gives an example : tugs it light but fast and lets the helium-filled toy let out a small , rubbery thwump whilst midair . a smile fast spreads on his face , one that even lets out a small laugh . ' real clowns ... don't want to hurt you . they only want to make you laugh or have fun , fyuga . you know i can do a lot of the tricks they do , right ... ? '

actually , she knew that baku was pretty much like a clown too , right ? though , who knew what that guy was ever up to inside or out of the mansion as another one of its live artworks ...

[angelfagz]

just heard like a clown car horn repeatedly honk while getting further away in the distance

[sm-writes-chaos]

Tell me about This was my Heartstopper!

Ah yes the wonderful "prince and the pauper" situation. Don't know why I named it that lol (was I ever planning to make it a romance??) This was from a while ago..

Our main characters consist of Keneth and Ned. The former a farmer who wants more, and the later the son of a knight who wants more stability in his life. So they switch places.

Some snippets: (uh long)

Keneth grabbed the feed out from the barn and shielded his eyes from the glaring sun. It was hotter than usual. Maybe even the hottest day of the year. The chickens didn’t even seem to notice, and came running out into the hot sun for food. Other than the unusual weather, everything was the same. The same boring landscape, the same boring chores, and the same boring life. Why couldn't I have been born into a more exciting family. Like a family of knights! Don’t get him wrong, Keneth loved his family, but he couldn’t help but want a more exciting life. Keneth sighed and finished up feeding the chickens. After he put the feed away, and walked out to a wood fence, that marked his family's property. He often went to the edge of the property and looked out at the surrounding land. But something was different. Something strange. Something exciting. A whole barrage of clowns were running around in the fields. Keneth gasped and stared in amusement. The clowns ran every which way, squirting water on each other, slamming pies in their faces, and honking horns. “Okay, when I said exciting I meant something more, well…..less clownish.” Keneth yelled at the small breeze,“What even is this?! How am I supposed to react in a situation like this?!” Keneth had his legs wrapped around the fence, while he raised his hands in the air with confusion. He nearly fell backwards onto the dirt below, and he swore he could hear one of the clowns laughing at him.

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When Ned was just walking down the road by himself, was when his mind decided to think about things he didn’t like to think about.In between adventures, Ned couldn’t help but think he was getting bored. Or at least, not liking it anymore. His life was on a constant treadmill, and he was scrambling to keep up. His whole life had been about fighting and seeking the next thrill, but it often just felt like a gerbil on a wheel. Constantly spinning with no apparent stop.Ned tried to shake off these thoughts, and focus on what he was going to fight next. That’s when he spotted the clowns.

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“Hey you okay?” The kid said with a big grin, all up in Keneth’s face. “Uh, I think so.” Keneth looked at his arms and legs for injuries. “Names Ned, you're welcome by the way.” “Oh uh thanks. I’m Keneth. What were those things… by the way.” His voice started to squeak a little by the end, which was new for him. You didn’t tend to get terrified out of your mind on a peaceful farm. “Right! Those guys. Bad news. Those are Clownmicks. They move in packs, and are mostly harmless, unless you get on their turf, which is what you were doing.” Ned was looking out into the distance. Squinting his eyes to make sure there wasn’t any more danger. “Oh sorry about that.” Keneth held his head in shame. “I don’t get around much, but how did you get to be such a great fighter? But I’m sure I could’ve handled them myself.” Keneth mimicked holding a sword, slashing this way and that. “Heh, sure you could. My dad’s the lieutenant of the great Royal Army, so I grew up with swords since the moment I was born.” Ned exaggerated a little. “Whoa, your father is the Great Herold Bergines?!”  Ned looked smug, and suddenly remembered about his bread. Before he pounced on the clowns, he wrapped it up in his handkerchief, safe and sound. He held some out to Keneth, “Bread?” “Uh sure.” Keneth was told to never accept food from strangers, but he seemed fine. Keneth was getting this odd feeling about him though, he tried not to stare, but he could swear that face looked strangely familiar.  “What’re you staring at?”  Looks like he wasn’t covert.

“I get the feeling I’ve seen you before.” “Probably, I’m pretty famous. Even got a couple enemies in my lifetime.” “So you can just do stuff? Whenever you want? “ “Yeah I guess so. I always just fight whatever beast I can find.” “And no one like, stops you??” Keneth was dumbfounded. All his life everyone had watched every move he’d made, correcting it, scolding it, and when he did just what they wanted, he was left alone. “Wait, so you can’t do that?” Ned asked. He assumed other kids didn’t have the exact same life as him, but it made sense to him to let kids do what they want, make mistakes, get experiences, and have adventures. (Which was the most important.) Keneth nodded his head, he couldn’t begin to imagine what Ned's life was like.  “I work the farm behind me, it’s pretty boring.” “So you….. don’t do anything?” “That’s a bit of a stretch, but I guess so.” Who was this guy? Was he trying to insult him? Keneth thought. “That must be nice.” “Honestly it’s kinda boring. You just do the same chores everyday, and make food to sell. And taking care of all the animals is a real pain, but it can be nice sometimes.” While Keneth complained about his life, Ned was fascinated. Ned thought about what Keneth said earlier, about him looking familiar, and couldn’t help but think the same thing about Keneth. Keneth was going on and on about the farm. Ned suddenly jumped up and removed a piece of chest armor he had under his small cape. “What are you doing?” Keneth asked. “Look into this armor!” “What?” Keneth was even more confused. “Just look, don’t we look similar to you?” They both looked into the reflective price of armor, it was fuzzy, and the armor was dirty, but there was no mistaking it. They looked kind of similar. “That must be why you looked familair!” Keneth exclaimed. They only have one mirror in the farmhouse, and he doesn’t like to look at himself much, so he didn’t notice right away. “I’ve only seen myself in armor reflections.” “Really? You don’t have a mirror?”  “We’re always on the move, so I don’t really get a chance. But it’s not very important.” “Whoa. That’s pretty cool.” Keneth said. But Ned didn’t answer, because he started to have an idea. An idea that could bring a lot of trouble, but could be worth it. “Hey, I just thought of an amazing idea!”  “Well it better be quick, cause I have to go back to the farm or I’m gonna get in trouble.” He pointed to the fence behind him, he was itching to get behind it again, but once he did that, all this would be over. “What if you didn’t have to go back to the farm?”  “What? What are you talking about?” “Don’t freak out, just hear me out. What if we switched places?” “WHAT.” “I said don’t freak out!” Keneth brought his voice to a loud whisper, “Switch places? What the heck did those clowns hit you in the head cause you’re a little cuckoo right now what the heck SWITCH PLACES??!!!” Ned laughed a little at Kenneth's reaction. “We look similar, it could be just for a day or two, doesn’t that sound fun?” Keneth gulped, if his father found out, if the freaking knights beat him up for impersonating the lieutenant's son….. he couldn’t. “I- I don’t know what to say.” “Say yes! You said how your life was boring and how you hate the farm, so try a more exciting life!” “I don’t…. Hate the farm…” “But it’s boring, and my life’s more exciting, so try it!” “But why do you want to live my life when yours is ‘so great’,” Keneth quoted. Ned didn’t know what to say, he didn’t want to admit, especially to himself, that he hated his life. After all, he gets to live with the knights, his dads the lieutenant! “Well, I just… want to try something different, Is that so bad?” Keneth knew there was probably more to it. He probably just wanted to steal all his stuff. But he couldn’t just pass up an opportunity like this. How often do you find your doppelganger that has the life you want?

The clowns were random but I think I was just stumped for a monster to add lol.

Thanks for the ask it was nice to reminisce on these guys!

[deepxedgexart]

-MINORS GET OUT REEE-

*the sound of clown horn honking can be heard faintly in the distance*

I uh... um,,,,Im sorry. It was 4 am, I was pretty high and I thought it would be fun to draw my new fav slasher. And by fav, I mean.. i hate him. I would legit kick him in the crotch and run. He’s pretty charming, tho ain’t he? Just look at that smile.

[bluepoodle7]

#johndoegame #FakeHumanBodies #RegularGuyZableFable #ClownZableFable #Norman #Hollows #TheFirstHollow #AnotherAlternateZableFable#MyThoughts

I wonder if regular guy's skin tone can be colorful like?

Like similar to Gumby?

If Zable Fable was a regular guy she/the other versions would have colorful skin tones.

Images and video not mine but links are there.

Gumby Goo, Minga, Gumby, Prickle Pokey 5.5 Figure 5-Pack NJ Croce Company - ToyWiz

Search: 11 results found for "Fluff" – Dirty Acres

Did a quick sketch of Regular Zable Fable.

I image if a regular guy that eats too many colorful things like glass then their fake bodies would be more wonky and colorful in appearance but their eye sight is better.

How regular guy Zable Fable says their true name be like.

groan tubes - YouTube

Zable would look more clown like in appearance which is a reference to the shifter form in my lore.

How Zable would shorten the name then say Zable Fable.

Groan tube sfx (uuuuuaaaaaa aaaaaaauuuuuuu) - YouTube

Amazon.com: Novelty Place 16" Groan Tube Noise Makers 5 Pack - Funny Party Noisemaker for Kids and Adults - Party Favor Sound Tubes Toys Multiple Colors : Toys & Games

Also if you give Regular Zable a rose or a gift she/the other versions will eat it if it's inorganic but if it's a real plant all versions will eat it.

This is a sign they like you.

The next time all version won't do that again.

Regular Zable doesn't have control when changing their fake human form.

They will be a little wonky but the voice still sound female sometimes.

Regular Zable would be a past employee of the work district commercial side to test the fake bodies since this Zable isn't good at making their fake body.

Either adding too many limbs or losing some.

She is also allergic to teeth that Regular Guys eat.

Regular Zable would quit after saving their money and becomes a juggler and using their fake body from their past job instead of making their own body.

But would leave in their fuzzball form without telling anyone and that's how the company finds Hazzy instead.

Regular Zable nose is clown like and honks if they squeeze it or you boop it.

This Regular Guy has extra arms since they stink at making their fake body and will use the commercial body from their past job.

Any pronoun will work on this Zable since they can shapeshift but poorly and can be genderless.

Their left hand has 4 fingers and the right has 2.

The extra arms doesn't have fingers.

When wearing shoes they don't have toes but the shoes are their feet.

This Zable will eat colorful glass to make the eye color different from the canon yellow regular guy's eyes and to make it change colors.

They will also eat a flashlight to make the eyes/body glow.

The clothes this regular guy wears is monochromatic since their body is colorful.

This Regular Guy has three of those joke water squirt flowers at say HA HA HA.

Sometimes they will say a joke to make you look at the flowers to squirt you with water.

This Regular Guy left the Mother ball on April 1 but sometimes visits the Mother ball but from a distance.

Sometimes on their break they sketch things in their sketchbook of anything they see.

They wear the fake human body from the company they used to work for since it's waterproof.

They wear the fake human body from the company they used to work for since it's waterproof.

Their fake skin color is light brown and closer to base Zable design.

This regular guy is Demisexual and loves circus peanuts dipped in chocolate with candy corn on it.

What their tongue looks like.

Image not mine but link is there.

Striped Red Blue And Green Noisemaker Party Horns Stock Photo - Download Image Now - iStock (istockphoto.com)

Their nails are gold to balance their colorful body and can also be seen on their monochrome black, white, gray clothes.

Their eye color is green due to them eating green glass soda bottles their eye used to be yellow.

Maybe it's from the chemicals in it and it's also a reference to base Zable.

This Zable doesn't wear glasses since they eats glass and instead of the upside down blue heart necklace this Regular Guy found a upside down blue heart pin in the trash while making their first fake body.

This got tangled in their fuzzyball form and just kept it.

How this Zable became a Hollow ------------------------------------

Later this regular guy was eaten by a parasite fungmammal but it looked Doe ball like but mold/mushroom in texture.

This parasite fungmammal was called Norman.

It used a disguise then tricked this Regular Guy but left the last bit of DNA of it's victim.

That explains why this Regular Guy had a weird false body, eyes, and why they couldn't get their form right.

My guess that this parasite scout fungmammal tracked this Regular Guy down with the blue upside down heart shaped hairpin that was tangled in their hair and just left it there.

No one knew this regular guy was a Hollow this whole time since they acted normal.

This Hollow's goal is to takeover the Motherball and take over the Uncanny Valley but it's in competition with a Husk Realtor.

Since fungmammals can make props as a distraction or a lure to track prey.

NIGHTCORE + REVERB — DANCING AROUND IN CIRCLES UNTIL MY LITTLE FEET FALL OFF ! - YouTube

Norman's Origins

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Norman (the regular guy shaped fungmammal) was always a trouble maker for Phor always wanted to gung ho attack everything that moved.

Norman tried to control the head of the broken mannequin but the mutualism ones pushed him back in the center of the body which is a timeout spot.

One day while scouting Norman saw a regular guy then decided that was the form he wanted to take but fungmammal's can't be human shaped yet so he waited to see what else regular guys can do by blending in the walls of a buildings or posters to hide.

Then saw a regular guy's false body melt right in front of him to reveal their doe ball form then decided to change into that then followed that regular guy to watch how they made their false body then copied that technique.

The only thing he was missing was a voice so he searched the ocean for trash that washed up for some sort of voice or noise maker then found a toy doll with the voice box intact.

Norman ate the voicebox then sucked out all the moisture of the voicebox then hooked some of his spores to it to now use his telepathy talk into physical talking.

This is a beta Falseperson before perfected with laminated putty skin.

Now all he needs is the dna of a regular guy to complete his goal of taking over the Uncanny Valley.

Norman saw a poster for Zable Fable's clown gymnastics and decided to check it out.

He went to every show and collected all the merch then slowly fell in love with the performer.

Then one day sneaked in back stage to surprise them with squirt flowers and started talking about how he was in love with them.

(This was the first time they met by the way.)

Zable Fable was flattered but wanted to get to know Norman more then later date him.

Norman was broken hearted and teared up a little and something inside of him felt like wanted to eat this regular guy to absorb it's dna to finally reach his goal.

He waited after hours to sneak up on Zable then noticed the tracker heart pin he left behind then slowly fell in love with this regular guy then accidently consumed them subconsciously while tearing up.

Now this is the first Hollow.

Norman got what he wanted but at what cost?

Now Norman roleplays as Zable Fable and when someone asks them out this Hollow will either growl or push them out the room and tell them to leave angrily.

Zable sometimes takes control but only if it's a person they were in contact before the change to not be suspicious.

Now Norman roleplays as Zable Fable and when someone asks them out this Hollow will either growl or push them out the room and tell them to leave angrily.

Zable sometimes takes control but only if it's a person they were in contact before the change to not be suspicious.

This Hollow tends to eat more sweets and foods than usual this concerns the circus workers there but the food cart owner is happy with this since they were struggling.

The Hollows insides are more sponge like instead of hairs like a regular guy would have throughout their fake body but has a few to show off that they are still a regular guy.

Also Norman will let Zable Fable take over to talk in the regular guy tongue since he is still learning the language.

When Norman took over Zable's body when they blink it makes weird noises from another world that even the uncanny valley residents would be confused by.

Like pigeon noises, man made noises from the fungmammal using the host's voice, sometimes a book narration but cut into parts when they blink but never finish the book then it starts over in random parts, and horror cue sound effects.

He's slowly getting there and if this fungmammal spreads his spores then newer fungmammals will know the language.

You need to either kill or return the fungmammal back to the cluster.

Dry ice is like a repellent to a fungmammal it's both cold and poisonous.

Norman before finding the voice box he used a dry eraser board and marker to communicate.

He also used sign language he adapted while watching others.

He still does this.

Removing the both of them

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The only way to remove Norman from Zable Fable is to beat the both of them in a fight while also needing to cut all water sources from the area to dry the both of them out.

That's when they separate but Zable will feel light headed and weak while Norman will freak out while trying to find a way out.

This will laminate Zable Fable for 2 hours before wear off and they will slowly feel better.

They will put their fake skin in the closet while putting Norman to work as a punishment but to him it's a date.

Zable won't forgive him at first then would hear him out but then smack him for planning that nasty plot.

But Norman wears the blue upside down heart pin until Zable will trust him again to date.

That's if you didn't kill the both of them while frozen in a acid bath.

If a Hollow was successful ----------------------------

The other ending is Norman removing himself out of Zable's hollow body similar to a cicada then sneak into the Motherball's waterfall cave then tries to be eaten by the Motherball to get resorbed into it to finally control it.

Norman will start by using the landfill to make a kaiju sized falsebody to destroy the valley.

This is when Phor would send out a fungmammal scout to stop them but to a strong realtor this time.

What this Kaiju sounds like.

Music not mine but link is there.

Undertale - Amalgam but read the description. - YouTube

Trusty's POV

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Trusty is a defective small animatronic robot horse dragon fungmammal scout and was the one that was summoned to look for a worthy knight for this very situation.

Then she accidently knocked into him then got absorbed by Castelo but since Trusty's parasite side wasn't strong enough it had to go somewhere.

If it was stronger Castelo Chateau would have been a Husk Realtor but this had the opposite effect and gave him a alter ego that people in the Uncanny Valley call Madhouse.

Because he is wacky and uses toon like tricks to outsmart enemies then heals the enemies up after freeing them.

That's why you don't see many Hollows and Husk Realtors running around.

Non canon stuff includes.

Uprooting his For Sale Sign and use it as a weapon like for example a sword with the pointy side, a axe or a hammer with the For Sale sign on it.

Uprooting his mailbox like a hammer and use the mail like shuriken throwing stars.

It's mainly junk mail, house magazines, and bills people randomly stuff in there.

He gets embarrassed if a house magazine gets used as a weapon since it's not a very effective attack.

Also it's personal to him.

He can float walk in the air, and makes puns that fit the situation. Mainly house related.

Can pull up or up uproot his own house body and use it as a weapon if the enemy is huge.

This only feels like a tickle to him and he will put his house body back in place.

He returns his house parts like putting a sword in a sheath. Will try to show off and make fun of the enemy.

If he wins he absorbs the parasite fungmammal with in himself then release it either back into the water or destroys it if it is too dangerous.

Then heals the host.

If he dies then Trusty will find another Realtor or anyone to replace him. But will telepathy chat with them first if it's okay to be bonded.

But she will always save his dna for later use if no one helps.

Basically this Pichu.

Video not mine but link is there.

Turbo TAS: Pichu Adventure Mode (Very Hard) - YouTube

Trusty is thinking about using Norman if you successfully separate Zable and him.

She can also make sidekicks when Castelo Chateau shakes hands with a person or fist bumps them to share his powers.

Zanadu is a option.

To defeat the parasite fungmammals and their many forms.

Once the sidekicks are part of his squad they can do wacky cartoon stuff to help Castelo.

His weakness is still being super frozen solid and dipped in acid but he's too fast on his feet to let you do that to him.

If Castelo Chateau was a Pokémon he would be Fairy /Fighting.

Trusty can also remove the powers from the sidekicks if she has a feeling of betrayal to Castelo.

The powers will be reabsorbed within him to save for later.

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If Regular Zable had a dating theme.

Music not mine but link is there.

Dating - Melatonin - YouTube

Regular Zable be like.

Image not mine.

A Bad Case of Stripes by David Shannon, Paperback | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)

Regular Zable will make this sound when sneaking or spooking up on you.

Illbleed fright/shock SFX - YouTube

I might base Regular Zable's look off the negative color scheme of this book.

But change it up a little.

LunaPic | Free Online Photo Editor | Negative

HYPE LAVENDER POM POM | Hype. (justhype.com)

purpleandblackfluff_530x@2x.jpg (1060×1413) (dirtyacres.com)

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Juggling Illustrations and Clipart. 15,847 Juggling royalty free illustrations, drawings and graphics available to search from thousands of vector EPS clip art providers. (canstockphoto.com)

Basically Zable Fable's newly shifted form and this Regular Guy be like. Videos not mine but links are there. silly clown in your area - YouTube Klonoa 2 - Joilant - YouTube

More dream moves.

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667 Hey You Used A Strange Move No Fair What Even Was That?!

When Zable "dies" from shock or other ways to unlocking Fable will lay on the ground then stay still and later when the enemy's guard is down will shoot bullets out the finger gun pose of Zable's fingers.

The bullets would miss the enemy but then will ricochet back to badly damage the enemy while keeping them alive and will have a burning sensation since the bullets are drilling in the enemy's body that will slowly kill the enemy.

Another strange move is a sneak up punch which is a spontaneous wind up strong punch to the enemy that will send them to a far away place and feels like being hit by either a train, huge boat, or a plane at full force.

If the enemy fights back then Fable will dodge until the enemy has a opening for Fable to attack back using strange moves like plugging up the enemy's nose with Zable's vessel body's fingers to toss them, pulling the enemy's hair while jumping on the enemy's back to attack,

poking the enemy's eyes then slap them in the face with a rubber chicken or the enemy's very hands, summoning a pillow then cause both parties to pillow fight, summoning a microphone so both parties can rap sing fight against each other or joke roast each other,

summon a anvil to do cartoon shenanigans to either defeat the enemy or escape but in a creative way that will make the enemy feel like a sucker both mentally and physically.

Summoning a skunk to use it as a pepper spray gun at the enemy's face to make them cough while rubbing their eyes taking their money to use as a weapon to cut up the enemy into pieces.

Summoning a megaphone to yell at the enemy to cause the enemy to be disoriented on what is happening then tell the enemy to let them go which the enemy would shrug then either the enemy leaves the area or enemy just lets the vessel body walk out the place.

Maybe tetherball a enemy's body if that have something dangling like a string, long hair, etc and maybe swing the enemy around by that weak point then toss them out a window or door.

This works on fake doors and windows if the enemy thrown since the enemy is in contact with the areas thrown that it will make the door or windows break when the enemy is in contact with those places.

Fable in Zable's vessel body will keep on making weird attacks until the enemy is either dead or says sorry to both parities or Fable just gets bored then just walks through the enemy & phase through the enemy to leave the area making the enemy feel super cold later normal again.

? ¿ Beta 2 The Pre Alpha Build Testing

When Zable "dies" from shock or other ways to unlocking Fable will lay on the ground then stay still and later when the enemy's guard is down will have Zable's vessel body holding a mysterious controller.

If the enemy sees it, just knows it exists, or questions why there is a controller in the vessel's hands, and simply asks why or questions what is happening then Fable will be using the Zable's vessel body's hands putting in a code into the wireless controller.

Then Fable in Zable's vessel body will test if the controller is in sync with the enemy by first making the enemy simply jumping into a wall.

If that works then Fable will simply make the enemy act like a video game character maybe try out making the enemy pick up items or break their own stuff that the enemy cherishes.

Try to make the enemy try to glitch in the real world and make the enemy do side quests like picking up things that could hurt the enemy but not kill them since the enemy now has lives to maintain.

The game styles tends to change like it could be from a visual novel to a platformer but anything goes when the controller is in use.

Basically Fable in Zable's vessel body now treats the enemy like a video game character by pretending to play bad on purpose.

When the last life of the enemy is near and if the enemy says sorry then Fable will put in another code to make the enemy victory dance to regain their lives back and makes everything normal.

If the enemy tries to fight back the controller effects then Fable will control the enemy to where the enemy's weakness is then let's them jump full force into it killing them.

If it's fire then Fable in Zable's vessel body would control the enemy to make a fire then jump in.

If the enemy apologizes or dies then the controller will disappear and Fable in Zable's body would turn on the enemy's tv to the live news then jump into the tv then arrive out the camera crew's camera to the real world to escape.

209 This Town Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us/Well One Of Us Has To Change? Not It!

When Zable "dies" from shock or other ways to unlocking Fable will lay on the ground then stay still and later will have Zable's vessel body wear the enemy's clothes.

Then Fable in Zable's vessel body will get up to jokingly tell the enemy to change clothes since they are copying the vessel body's fashion sense.

If the enemy does not change clothes or the enemy tells Fable that they are the one copying them then Fable in Zable's body will mirror match fight the enemy with equal strength as the enemy while using the same weapon as the enemy that "killed" Zable.

If the enemy doesn't have a weapon then Fable will copy the fighting style or if the enemy uses claws then they will copy fight like that.

Both parties will act like it's a old western showdown by taking the battle outside and if the enemy refuses to leave the area then Fable will teleport the enemy and themself to a safe area away from living people or beings to fight the enemy in peace.

If the enemy is wearing nothing at all then Fable will make Zable's vessel body wear a costume.

Like for example a wereanimal then the vessel body will wearing a wereanimal suit looking like the monster enemy while attacking with claws and fangs.

Both parties will fight until one person is standing and when the winner is the last one standing then both parties will be return to the original location where this dream move started.

If the enemy wins then Fable will revert Zable's vessel body's clothes back to normal then laughs saying they had fun and wants to shake the enemy's hand making them confused.

If the enemy doesn't have hands then Fable will either wave at the enemy or other ways of appreciation.

Then Fable just letting the vessel body leave but will look back just in case the enemy tries something funny by sneak attacking the vessel.

If Fable wins then this ghost shapeshifter will let Zable's vessel body wear the enemy's clothes for a few seconds longer then will get bored swapping back to the normal clothes but not without quickly clothes swapping with the enemy without them noticing one last time.

Fable and the enemy would be fully healed once they returned to the original location.

Fable in Zable's vessel body will just leave the area by jumping on top of the enemy's head then jumps up the vents to leave the area if it's a house or building.

Seemed this dream move was just for entertainment for Fable and just to mess with the enemy.

1994 Glitchercise With The Stars/Come On And Dance With Me

When Zable is badly damaged, faints, scared, or anything to wake Fable that causes Zable to "die" then will quickly get up to hold the hands of the enemy to get up to dance with them.

Both parties will be dressed up.

Fable with Zable's vessel eyes are closed and try to sense to find a glitched area or weak point like a crack of building or a house but this time Fable just wants to waltz or try other dances with the enemy while some random people are judging the dance.

Both parties need to be in sync to get a good score or else all parties will die for real.

If the enemy refuses to dance then all parties will die.

All parties need to get at least a 6 or higher from all three judges.

The two judges are easy to please with the dancing but the last judge is stubborn to please and might try to convince the other judges to give all parties a lower score.

Fable will try their best to dance well so all parties won't die and tries to make the enemy dance better even though this shapeshifter doesn't like the enemy.

Fable only does this if the enemy doesn't dance well or doesn't want to try to dance.

The higher the total number is all parties are safe, a medium score will make all parties be a little damaged but not die, and the lower the number then all parties are dead.

If the enemy won't leave the area or needs to leave then Fable in Zable's vessel body will randomly dance with the enemy while trying to dance close to the weak point area of a house or building grabbing the enemy to glitch take them with Fable out of the place to the outside.

Fable will only swap places back with Zable only if the enemy is defeated or is not a threat but will reappear quickly if danger is near to fight the enemy.

This is another version of this dream move without the judges similar to the first one.

800 Do You Mind If I Put Up Some Wallpaper Here Or On Me?/Let Me Slip Into Something Comfortable That I Got From A Yard Sale Ok?

When Fable is swapped in will make Zable's vessel body slowly get up then undresses in front of the enemy to have a similar outfit or body type.

If the enemy is a werewolf or a furry maybe nude then the vessel body will wear a cheap looking fur suit mascot costume or a cheap body suit instead of the vessel body being nude.

This will confuse the enemy but will sometimes might give the enemy a attraction effect like the enemy is in love with the recently dressed up vessel body that they might not want to attack them or be Infatuated by them.

What the enemy sees the vessel dressed up as is what their preference is like it's the enemy's soul mate and won't attack the dressed up vessel body.

If the enemy only loves themselves then the vessel will look like the enemy or if the enemy not into dating anyone then the dressed up vessel body will be invisible and Fable in Zable's vessel body may awkwardly leave the area while the enemy is confused.

Fable in Zable's dressed up vessel body will compliment the enemy and act nice to them.

Maybe pretend to flirt with the enemy to try to get them out of a place or building then knock the enemy out if they get to frisky.

Maybe do the opposite like asking the enemy nicely to leave a area and maybe compliment them while holding their hand or carrying the enemy out of the place.

Seems like Fable was wearing a either some wallpaper to blend in to shapeshift into another person or wearing some clothes from a yard sale Zable saw along time ago but never bought but wondered how they fit.

What this dream move feels like.

And this mask in case the enemy is not into dating someone and Vanity Smurf or similar characters that love themselves.

Images and videos not mine but links are there.

Pokémon FireRed - Chapter 6: I went this whole update without making a "This is Bat country" reference (kisamayatsu.com)

Pokemon Black & White - Zoroark Event (youtube.com)

Every Time "It Had to Be You" Played in Classic Looney Tunes (youtube.com)

Stone Mask - Zelda Wiki (fandom.com)

Vanity Smurf | Smurfs Wiki | Fandom

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It's About the Birds And The Bees With The Flowers And The Trees Baby.

When Zable gets knocked out, faints, badly damaged, scared, and "dies" Fable will make the vessel body get up then walk a little to the enemy to just say love you then faint on the ground.

The enemy will hear buzzing with chirping coming from inside and outside walls of a house or building the enemy is in or if the enemy is part of the house.

try to pollinate the place, and poop in the house or building.

Seems like the birds appeared from the chimney of the house or building or from a small hole in the roof and the bees appeared from small cracks in the house or building.

If the enemy kills these animals then ten more appear in their place and the birds will peck while the bees will be stinging the enemy to make ten more bees.

While this is happening the roots from the blooming flower tree will start growing in the pipes of the building and house to slowly creep up in the building or house to grab the enemy maybe have the tree fall on the enemy if you destroy the roots of the tree to protect itself.

The only way for the enemy to be free of them is to find Zable's fainted vessel body through all of this and say sorry but need to do that before the forces of nature speeds up the enemy's death.

Once the enemy says sorry to Fable then Fable in Zable's vessel body dress up as a exterminator would get up with a vacuum cleaner to suck all the nature to contain it then walks out the door or gets out the window to leave.

Maybe have Fable in Zable's vessel body to hum the song to themselves that the dream move was based on.

If the enemy sneak attacks Fable in Zable's vessel body when cleaning up then they will reverse the effects of the vacuum to create a man-made pest chimera that will kill the enemy.

Since this pest chimera is man-made then it's half plant and animal it is unstable.

Fable might leave the vacuum cleaner behind that they used to contain the nature based dream move but there is a 50/50 chance that the vacuum is broken or the enemy doesn't know how to use it so it's best to run to a empty area like a desert or a abandoned building to leave it.

365 Tattle Tale/I'm Telling

When Zable's lifeless body is motionless from making the vessel scared, "died", faint, or anything to wake swap Fable in will randomly see the vessel body talk on the phone to someone very important to the enemy.

It could be a lover, a family member, or a friend the enemy cares about.

This will confuse the enemy but maybe make them curious on what is going on.

If the enemy tries to take away the phone or break the phone then Fable will just chuckle in Zable's vessel body back to the enemy then tells them that they said their darkest secret that the enemy was too scared to say or doesn't want the enemy's ally to know.

If the enemy's family member, friend, or lover is dead then Fable will bring the enemy to a alternate reality where their lover, family member, or friend are still alive and knows who the enemy is.

This is who this shifter was talking to while on the phone.

The family member. lover, or friend maybe disappointed in the enemy but it could back fire on Fable if the enemy is forgiven for what they did or if a monster character doesn't care on what their offspring did.

The dark secrets are up to what the enemy had and once the enemy is distracted by their lover, family member, or friend chatting to them and Fable in Zable's vessel body will just leave or teleport out the weird way.

If the enemy is forgiven then they can fight back Fable but this shifter may try to find another way out by fighting back or try to distract the enemy again to leave.

669 Was It Exercise Or Exorcise Your Demons?

When Zable's lifeless body is motionless from making the vessel scared, "died", faint, or anything to wake swap Fable in will have the vessel body wear a functional gym outfit.

Fable will push off the enemy then will answer the door in a building or home but there is a chance that some gym bro and bra demons will just barge in the house or building on their own uninvited to the enemy.

The gym demons will just start lifting items in the house or building, lifting the enemy to use to exercise their bodies, setting up gym equipment, building a protein smoothie with salad bar, and maybe wreck the place while making the place gross stink by their sweat.

When these gym demons sweat they sweat acid which will damage the place or hurt a living house or building.

These gym demons will eat messy and not clean up after themselves after eating, drinking, and after a work out.

These gym demons treat the enemy like a janitor.

If the enemy tells the gym demons to leave they will pretend to leave but will trick the enemy to spot them while lifting a very heavy weight that might fall on the enemy killing them.

The gym demons may pretend to breath fire on the enemy but misses on purpose to burn the place if these gym demons feel like this building or place are not up to their standards or are just bored.

The gym demons may try to include the enemy in a exercise montage.

If the enemy survives the random exercise montage then the enemy will get the respect from the gym demons but will ask the enemy where the showers are to this gym.

If the enemy doesn't have a working bathroom or a shower they will make one or make the bathroom work but will stretch it to make the place huge.

This may hurt the enemy if the place is living and if the enemy tries to get these gym demons to leave they will beat up the enemy by using their body as exercise equipment.

While this is happening Fable will be collecting money from everyone and maybe check if a certain alarm rings for a time out for every to take a break in a sauna steam room to relax.

While the steam picks up in the sauna room then Fable in Zable's vessel body will walk in holding fresh towels to leave in the room but will sneak in the mist from the sauna to randomly start a towel fight where all the gym demons will get riled up to know who did that.

This will cause all parties to towel fight each other and this will make Fable chuckle then will have Zable's vessel body to leave the area while the enemy is distracted.

Seems Zable interviewed these gym demons before but found them both interesting and annoying at the same time.

Another version of this dream move is Fable making Zable's vessel body overexercise then will sweat a lot then have the vessel body reabsorb the sweat to cause the vessel body to catch on fire or spontaneously combust on fire that could burn down the building or home.

Fable will also do the reverse by making Zable's vessel body overly sweat then reabsorb a little bit of sweat to cool down the vessel body this is to make the vessel body freeze in place to make icicles appear that will chill the area then freezes the enemy.

Fable in both versions of this dream move attack might have Zable's vessel body lay down then get up while on fire or in ice try to hug the enemy or roll around with those effects on to burn or freeze them.

Maybe have Fable make Zable's vessel body act super weird while rolling on the ground like Fable is pretending to break free or exorcise just to weird the enemy out to get the enemy to let the vessel go or to get the enemy to leave the area.

This won't hurt Zable's body but will harm the enemy and their building or home.

If the enemy says have a blessed day to the gym demons and Fable while making Zable's vessel body act weird then that phrase will get them to leave the area.

This random dream move that Fable has might make this happen but Zable has to dream up a nightmarish situation from a realm jumping adventure.

Have Zable's body overheat so bad that the character could catch on fire and stop drop while roll to worsen it.

[theflurtifly]

why did i just hear a clown horn honking in the near distance

[turntechgodhead]

I should have known you were blonde

whos gonna tell this guy

[itd-be-gay-if-you-didnt]

When you literally double the speed limit to make the 48-mile drive to the nearest coffee shop and realize your forgot your wallet

[fairymascot]

thinking about how good the harley quinn show is again... and how it's probably the most nuanced depiction of an abusive relationship in harley quinn's history, to boot.

the thing about harley is, she relapses. she and the joker break up a thousand times over before she's finally able to severe that tie for good. that's a key part of her character across continuities, but frankly, it's very rarely done well. often, its depiction is incredibly shallow and lacks any understanding of how abusive relationships work, or what keeps victims coming back. we just see harley swearing she's done with joker after some instance of horrific abuse, and then five minutes later he cruises by in his clown car, honks, and she drops everything to dive back into his arms. the mere sight of him is enough to make her forgive and forget on the spot. it's infuriating!!! in the original kids' cartoon, fine, that's about the level of complexity one would expect, but the fact it survived pretty long into the comics -- even the ones that take themselves more seriously, like gotham city sirens -- just drives me bananas. even in injustice, where harley and ivy get married and live together, the mere mention of joker's name on tv is enough to get harley to drop everything and go back to him. and this came out last freakin' year!

hqtv depicts harley's relapse in a way that's actually nuanced and believable. first, it takes its sweet time before harley even runs into joker again -- she gets to spend a substantial amount of time severing herself from him, building herself up, making a name for herself. you get to be actually impressed with her progress! and then, when she finally achieves her goal of joining the legion of doom-- bam. there joker is.

she knows he'd be there, of course, but she's still utterly unequipped to handle his presence face to face, one on one. she's not swooning, she's not flooded with love and desire at the sight of him. she feels scared and cornered and doesn't know what to do. and joker doesn't even try to win her back as his girlfriend; he doesn't honk his clown horn and expect her to jump in his lap. no, he plays a much more complex game.

the crux of it is: even with her love for him stomped out and replaced by anger and resentment, harley still defines herself through joker. she doesn't realize she's doing it, but her entire mission, her self-worth, rests on proving herself to him. she STILL craves his approval, even if she frames it in her head as 'showing him up', like it's 'revenge'. and he knows this. he exploits this vulnerability to hell and back.

he shows her, for the first time in her life, ACTUAL RESPECT. treats her as a professional equal, which harley has stated as her main desire way back in episode one. he reassures her that no, none of this is romantic, he wouldn't pressure her back into anything like that again. he totally respects her newfound independence. in fact, he's impressed by the woman she's become without him.

and harley eats that shit up. she's trying not to, trying to maintain a professional distance. but as soon as he provides her with an excuse -- he'll help her find a way to get her crewmates treated better at the legion -- she takes him up on it and gets sucked right back into his orbit. she can't even tell she's backsliding. as far as she's concerned, she's doing it to help her crew, so it's another step forward on her path of independence and there's no problem, right? but in reality, she's turning her back on her crewmates and breaking the trust of everyone who relied on her. and before she knows it, the pretense crumbles away, and things with joker fall back right into the place they used to be.

the reason this is so smart and effective and BELIEVABLE is because they took the time to write a real, fleshed out process. joker dressed up this relapse in the cycle of abuse as a new, positive phase in their relationship. harley's in a different place in life, the environment in which she reconnects with joker is different, and the approach he takes to lure her back in is nothing like the way he's treated her before. it's sugar-coated and innocuous, subtly preying on her innate insecurities and the remnants of her dependency on him that she's buried deep down. and she can't admit to herself that it's happening because that'd be admitting she hasn't grown as much as she thought, that she's not as strong as she wanted to be, that at the end of the day she's a weak and gullible victim. it's not that she's blind; she forces herself into doublethink. THAT'S why it works so well, and why it's so painful when it blows up in her face all over again... no other entry in harley's canon comes close to this level of depth and believability. GOD i love this goddamn show

[purple-stuck]

Hi It's me again! I hope my excessive rambling in the tags wasn't too annoying I just really loved that drabble you wrote

If it's not too much can I request something with Sollux and Gamzee meeting in the subjugglator training ranks after Ascension?

I'd really love to hear what your headcanons might be or what fics you take inspiration from about subjugglators off-planet

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Gamzee's breath was perfectly steady, his heartbeat perfectly level, his mind completely calm. Even as he hopped from platform to platform, moving at speeds imperceivable to the naked eye, his body remained impossibly calm. Such was the Messiahs' gift to him and all purplebloods like him. With training, they could command their body to do the impossible.

Gamzee stopped atop a thin pole, claws digging into his perch as he got his barings. A sea of bloodied spikes spread out around him, ensuring him a slow death should he miss even a single pole or platform. But beyond that, lie his goal. His target. The horned outline of which was a mere speck in his vision.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Gamzee felt the wood begin to give way beneath his weight and lept to another perch, hoping between poles and bouncing away before the could bend against him. Thoughtlessly, he reasoned out the closest platform in between leaps. Automatically, he twisted his body to reach them. His body twisted in ways that crack and snap the bones of any other caste. If the graveyard full of mangled bones below him was any indication, even other purples struggled to make such moves.

Soon, Gamzee's shadow was cast over his prey. A club appeared in his hand, upraised so as to crack open his target's skull in one swing.

For the first time since this lesson began, his breath hitched.

Gamzee's feet hit the ground, his momentum stopped dead. His club hung over his target's shoulder.

Breathe. In.

Breathe. Out.

At this distance, Gamzee could see that his target wasn't even a troll at all. Rather, he'd been tasked with assassinating a mannequin, a hard plastic replica of his would be victim. Gamzee felt his posture relax before he pulled his club back and cracked the target's head of with one swing.

Purple paint sprayed over Gamzee as the body hit the floor and he turned to his audience and bowed.

The audience cheered as the lights flashed on, a cacophony of honks, whoops, and cheers as the stage was revealed in full. If he bothered to look towards the pit, Gamzee could see all the remains of the clowns who came before him and failed. He did not look.

"well, would you look at that."

"HE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO PASS."

Two ropes descended down around him, carrying the Twin Instructors, clad in their iconic matching masks. Comedy's voice was sing song, contrasting Tragedy's melancholy just as their half masks contrasted their mood. Gamzee looked up to see half of Tragedy's face grinning down at him.

"still, you haven't quite managed to beat our record."

"MAYBE WE SHOULD HAVE HIM GO AGAIN."

The two broke into giggles, with the rest of the tent following. Gamzee heard a few voices call out for an encore and quietly hoped they wouldn't be heard. He didn't have it in him to go another round. He didn't know how Sollux did it so easily, controlling his body they way he did.

Tragedy leaned down and gave him an encouraging pat on the back, causing Gamzee to grin at him tiredly in between pants. Comedy leaned down to his other side, handing him a faygo and a rag.

"OH, BUT HE'S SO WORN OUT. WE WOULDN'T WANT TO BREAK OUR NEW FAVORITE."

"we'd love to share notes, but this isn't your show anymore. head to the lounge, it's time for the next act."

Gamzee chugged the bottle, nearly emptying it in two gulps as he walked off stage. He waved his thanks, to tired to talk, as he shoved his way through the curtains and into the lounge.

Gamzee finished his faygo as he lazily scanned the room. Normally, throwing a bunch of clowns into one room would be a recipe for disaster, but all was strangely quiet. It seemed like the others who passed the test were just as warn out from it as he was. It made him feel better to see his brothers and sisters laying around exhausted, half collapsed against walls or the couch. It made him proud to still be standing.

And then he saw Sollux, looking none the worse for wear as he hogged the couch. He smirked smugly as Gamzee made his way over, scooting over to let the shorter clown collapse next to him. "Jegus, you look like shit."

Gamzee flipped him off, causing Sollux to snort. "And you're acting like shit too. Maybe I'm a bad influence on you."

Gamzee snorted. "Shit man, I thought you didn't want me to be so friendly and clingy around you anymore." He wiped the sweat off his forehead, stopping to look at the facepaint that had melted onto his hand. "Although, a brother's got a point about. I ain't much to look at right now."

Sollux slid his half empty faygo down the table, which Gamzee guzzled happily. "Yeah, body control is hard. I've been doing it ever sense I grew hands and I still eat my swords sometimes. Nevermind the more advanced stuff."

Gamzee slammed the faygo bottle on the table. "Shit, man, my bones hurt. And my veins... and lungs. Fuck."

Sollux grunted and handed him a spare Nintendie Dualscream. "How about something to take your mind of it? It's been awhile sense I kicked your ass in Fiduspawn anyways."

It was Gamzee's turn to snort. "All right, you are on, motherfucker."

~

They were eight rounds in when the new clowns stopped coming in. Gamzee counted only five had made it in after him, but he was more focused on beating Sollux than keeping count. Either he'd gotten better or Sollux had gotten worse. The taller troll used to be able to kick his ass, now they were tied four to four. But, their fifth round was interrupted as two familar shadows were cast over them.

"DID YOU TWO BRING TOYS FROM BACK ON ALTERNIA ALONG?"

"just between the four of us, I've heard that's against the rules."

Gamzee and Sollux froze as the Twin Instructors leaned over them. Even Gamzee could feel everyone in the room staring at them. Gamzee had seen this set up before. Comedy and Tragedy learing over a helpless troll or two. Acting like they were just disappointed, like they were just going to give the rule breaker a stern talking to before they decapitated the mischief maker.

Instead, the twins doubled over into a giggling fit the spread through the room. The trolls around them joined in, some more nervously than others.

"JuSt KiDdInG!"

"WE KNOW OUR HIGHEST SCORERS..."

"....know better than to break the rules."

"AsSuMiNg YoU dId'T cHeAt!"

Sollux and Gamzee pushed themselves to their feet, hands moving to ask about their progress, but the duo pushed their hands aside.

"DON'T BOTHER WITH THAT."

"you're subjugulators now."

"YoU'rE oFfIcIaLlY fUnNy EnOuGh To LiStEn To!"

Gamzee let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He heard Sollux do the same before the cheers erupted around them. Tragedy grabbed his arm and hoisted him into the air with it to bare before the crowd, leaving him and Sollux to gaze at their audience.

"GIVE OUR BOYS A ROUND OF APPLAUSE."

"well, those of you who still have hands anyways."

Gamzee looked over at Sollux, himself being held up for all to see by comedy. It was strange to see Sollux actually look nervous, even if they were seemingly in the Twin's good graces. Sweeps of living according to their capricious whims was enough to instill a lasting fear in anyone.

Even when granted verbal permission to speak, the two didn't make a peep as the twins hefted them over their shoulders. The twins cheerfully waved off the crowd as they carried the two ascendants to their office.

Gamzee grunted as he was dropped into a chair to small for him, hearing Sollux swear off to the right as the same happened to him. Comedy and Tragedy flopped into their chairs on the opposite end of the desk, kicking their feet up on it.

"normally, we'd take the time to talk about boring business shit with you."

"PREP YOUR ASCENSION SPEECH AND ALL THAT BLAH BLAH BLAH."

"BuT lIkE wE sAiD, wE hAvE nOtEs."

Sollux and Gamzee shared a nervous look, before Sollux straightened up and spoke. "What, uh, about exactly?"

Comedy shook a chidding finger in their faces.

"WHY, YOU BOTH HESITATED."

"tripped at the finish line."

"DeRaIlEd A pErFeCtLy GoOd ShOw."

Gamzee looked over at Sollux in suprise. Sollux... hesitated? But he was used to killing shit. Hell, that was his idea of a date night. Gamzee hardly had time to consider it before Tragedy leaned in his direction.

"now you we perfectly understand. you've never dabbled with fresh paint before."

"YOU'VE ONLY BEEN OFF THE SLIME FOR JUST THREE SWEEPS AT THAT."

"BuT iT's YoUr BuDdY wE'rE cUrIoUs AbOuT."

They both turned to Sollux expectantly. He scratched the back of hia head. "I... well. Something made me reconsider." He rested his hands in his head. "There was.... a kill I'd been planning for a really long time. Something... big. Special. And, when I landed that kill, when I did kill her and savor killing her... it just felt empty?"

Gamzee knew what he meant. The image of a cart drenched in Cerulean blood flashes in his mind. "I'd... rather not get any more into it than that."

The Twins tented their hands as they nodded sympathetically. Comedy even reached over to pat him on the shoulder.

"oh, we've both been there before."

"I DID ESPECIALLY."

Tragedy bent down and fished around beneath the desk, nearly banging his golden mask on it in the process.

"I STILL REMEMBER MY FIRST KILL."

He placed a white horned skull on the desk, carefully preserved and cleaned even though it seemed to have been centuries old. Still, the more Gamzee looked at it, the more it looked slightly off. The horns seemed to be... fake somehow. Like they were made of some kind of old plastic. And the skull's facial structure was all wrong. Too thin, too light, too delicate looking. It looked like a troll but not quite. If Karkat were here, he'd call it a mockery of troll kind.

"you'd think he'd be honored."

"MY VERY FIRST KILL. SHE WAS SO CLEVER AND BRUTAL THAT I NEVER THOUGHT I'D PULL IT OFF."

He rubbed the skull fondly, clearly nostalgic. Part of him sounded almost remorseful over it too, strangely enough. Like talking about a long dead friend or a beloved canceled show.

"BuT iT fElT sO eMpTy."

Sollux cleared his throat, clearly annoyed, even if he couldn't outright say it. Gamzee couldn't blame him. The twins liked to talk about their first two kills a lot. "So, what's your point?"

Tragedy sighed wistfully and Comedy playfully roled her eyes and elbowed him to get him back on topic.

"THE POINT IS, I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO IT."

"and when it's over, it always feels...."

"AnTiClImAcTiC."

Sollux hummed and considered this, but Gamzee could tell he wasn't quite buying it. Gamzee could tell that something else was needling away at him. Something deeper than just that.

"you'll probably get that feeling too."

Gamzee straightened up as he realized they were addressing him again.

"HERE'S A TIP. DON'T LOOK INTO THEIR EYES. IT'LL ONLY MAKE YOU MISS THEM MORE."

Comedy slid two communicators across the desk.

"YOU CAN TALK IT OUT WITH YOU QUADS, NOW THAT YOU'RE ALLOWED TO SEE THEM AGAIN. YOUR BRONZE HEART AND RUST DIAMOND PROBABLY MISS YOU."

They nodded at Sollux.

"and the Empress will be happy to see her favorite clown is safe."

[prairiesongserial]

17.1

The air was getting colder. The sun was still summer hot, so if all you were doing was standing around, you wouldn’t notice. But when the wind moved through the truck windows, it brought with it the smell of water and a chill that raised gooseflesh on Friday’s arms.

Friday turned around in her seat and opened the sliding window that separated the cab from the bed of the truck. Val glanced up from his book at the sound. Friday grinned at him.

“Father Lecter,” she began, earning herself a hard look, “do you have a sweater back there?”

Val shared the truck bed with several circus members and several crates. There were good odds of a sweater lying around. Slowly, Val closed his book.

“Ezra, do you need anything?” Friday asked.

Ezra shook his head, not so much as glancing her way. He’d been pretty icy the last couple of days. They’d done two shows in Pennsylvania in an inefficient zigzag, which might have been why. Friday had picked up that the Hemisphere Central show had thrown a wrench in things. It had forced them east too soon, when they still had regular stops in their circuit to the west. Now, judging by the cold, briney wind, they were back east again.

Val passed a bundle of something white through the little window, and Friday eagerly took it and unfolded it. It was knitted from yarn, but that was the last resemblance this garment held to a sweater.

“Val,” Friday called.

“I’m sitting right here,” he said.

“Val, did you look at this before you…”

“It’s a sweater,” he said, and a little thrill went up Friday’s arms which was almost indistinguishable from the gooseflesh the wind had raised. Friday pushed the sweater up against the window for him to see.

“It’s got big red pom-pom buttons,” she said. “It’s a clown sweater.”

“Fine, give it back, then,” Val said.

Friday snatched it away from the window before he could take it back. She pulled it down over her head, trying and failing to keep herself from cracking up as the pom-poms waggled in place from the rumble of the truck.

Ezra leaned on the horn, startling her. He gave a few more frustrated honks of the horn, then snatched the signal mirror from the glove compartment.

“Jesus and Mary,” Friday said, settling in beside him. “What’s gotten into you?”

“He’s headed straight for the bridge,” Ezra said.

Friday looked ahead. In the distance, the land around the road suddenly fell away to be replaced by choppy waters. It reminded her of the bridge across Lake Pontchartrain, but only in how long it was. That bridge had sat snugly over the still lake. The bridge before them stood on stilts above the water. It looked to be held up by fishing line and a prayer.

A message flashed in the side mirror of the truck ahead of them.

“Great,” Ezra grumbled, trading the signal mirror for the carton of cigarettes that lived next to it in the glove compartment. “My crazy farkakte brother is taking us to New York City.”

The truck entered the bridge. Friday stared out the window, enjoying the sight of the river coursing lazily below.

“Should I ask what’s so bad about New York City?”

Ezra heaved a sigh. He hadn’t lit a cigarette yet, and gestured with the whole carton as he spoke.

“Have you ever heard of it? What do you know?”

Friday shrugged. It was the kind of place you heard of, even west of the Mississippi. Yet it was the kind of place that rumors didn’t escape from. You didn’t have friends who picked up and moved to New York City - or if you did, they didn’t keep in touch after.

“What, is it dangerous?”

Ezra looked at her out of the corner of his eye. The truck sped along the bridge. If Friday squinted, she thought she might be able to see the shoreline on the other side of the river.

“That’s the wrong question. That’s the third or fourth question. Where do I fucking begin.” Ezra shook the box of cigarettes idly, as if testing the weight. It made a percussive sound that became the long lead-in to a song that Friday was no longer sure she wanted to hear.

“Just - brace yourself,” Ezra said. He took a cigarette out of the carton and stuck it between his teeth.

The truck in front of them put on the brakes, and Ezra followed suit.

“Here we go,” he said.

Friday tried to get a look at whatever had caused them to stop, but she couldn’t see much past the truck in front of them. She had the urge to get out of the cab and sit with Val in the back, and tried to push the thought away. Everything was fine. Ezra wasn’t nervous - just annoyed - so she shouldn’t be nervous, either.

After a minute of drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Ezra put the truck in park and climbed out. Friday wasn’t going to sit in the cab alone - that cinched it. Ezra was already walking fast up the line of trucks by the time Friday climbed down, but she found Val getting ready to slide off the tailgate.

“Haven’t you had enough adventure, preacher?” she said.

“I don’t take criticism from Babo the clown,” Val huffed.

“Babo?” Friday asked, a grin spreading across her face. “Who’s Babo the clown?”

“You know, Babo the…she was a clown,” Val said. He tried to walk past her, up the line of trucks. Friday caught up to him and looped her arm in his.

“Tell me more about Babo,” Friday said. “I must know.”

Val rolled his eyes. “I forgot you wouldn't know her. She’s a clown. From when I was a kid. Made balloon animals and sold candy apples - I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“And you didn’t introduce us while we were at the convent? You didn’t think I’d like to know Babo?”

“The clown is not an important character from my past,” Val said.

Friday had to slow down, she was laughing so hard. Her arm still looped in Val’s, she dragged him to a halt. She stifled her laugh with her sleeve, until she was wheezing.

“This is terrible,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “I shouldn't be laughing - we’re in danger or something, Ezra wasn’t clear.”

Val gave her a bewildered look.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked. "What do you mean, we're in danger?"

Friday was saved from having to compose herself. As they reached the lead truck, they were able to see for themselves what had stopped their progress on the bridge. For the second time, Friday was reminded of Lake Pontchartrain.

A gang had spread itself lazily across every lane. They were dressed outrageously, like the circus in full costume and makeup - but erring more toward burlesque than clowning. Frankly, they were a little bizarre, dressed in bright colors and leather and half of them showing a fair bit of skin. They sat astride motorcycles, all except for the man at center front.

He wore a white suit with rainbow-striped lapels. He also wore a wicked smile. Except for the gray in his hair, Friday might have mistaken him for Johannes.

Half of the circus had abandoned the trucks, clearly not at all worried about making a quick getaway. Johannes, however, had not made an appearance. Ezra faced the man in the white suit, his unlit cigarette now pinched between two fingers.

The man in the white suit slowly opened his arms, cocking his head at Ezra.

"Hey, Hamlin," Ezra sighed.

"Where are you hiding him, Ezra?" the man said. "Where is the Madsen half of this operation?"

His voice travelled strangely. Friday thought - but no, that couldn't be - that she heard it coming from the radio of the lead truck as well as from the man in the white suit.

Friday's glance into the lead truck answered the question of where Johannes was hiding. He had suddenly arrested the motion of drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, the same tic she'd seen in Ezra less than a minute ago. Except Ezra hadn't been the one to lead them here.

Then the doors of the truck flung open on their own. Friday took a step back, colliding with Val, as she watched Johannes's seatbelt unbuckle itself.

"And now you know," Ezra said under his breath.

Johannes took the hint offered to him by what was apparently the will of God. He slid down from the driver's seat and crossed to Hamlin, who had at last lowered his arms.

"Well, you’ve gotten big," Hamlin said, and this time Friday was sure she heard his voice come through the radio as well. "Good Shabbos, Jo."

"Hi Dad," Johannes said. "...good Shabbos."

epilogue 16 || 17.2

[smstransformers]

I can hear a clown horn honking in the distance and it’s so ominous

[vroyeaux]

First meeting, @ask-the-troll-boys

Between warehouses and highrise deep in the dark crevices of Alternia’s city, feet shuffle and the sound of water dripping echoes. Marlee follows a man she’s never met, through an alleyway she’s never been before, on a planet she does not remember. His skin is grey, his horns, yes, horns are candy corn, and in any other circumstance, his face and demeanor would be unnerving. Yet, she hovers close to him, barely an inch of space between the two. As if it’ll keep her safe.

This unnerving little man is possibly the only thing standing in the way of Marlee being bits and pieces splattered on a sidewalk. He did little but lead her in the right direction, but she’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Another her would know better, know that rarely does kindness come without a cost, but she is dead, and this Marlee is innocent, scared, and oh so trusting.

A muffled honk plays out in the distance and her gaze snaps towards the damp alley behind them, lips curled back into a snarl. Marlee grips the lonesome shoe tightly in her hand, its heel already soaked in purple while the other’s long abandoned to the clowns. But no, nothing is there. The orgy of murder and mayhem is far behind them.

Marlee swallows, turning back. It’s almost embarrassing how paranoid she is.

“...” She tries her best to settle back into the silence, but after a few stolen glances, she asks, “Where are we going?”