mime time : o )

hey rinky dink!!! long time no see ; o ) 💖 mumbles

“ Ah…a clown in my lobby? Hmmph, it has been quite some time. “ The usher peered over from the snack bar. “ Welcome back, Mumbles.”

"A clown?" Mumbles gave their usher friend a cursory glance, fire in their eyes about their upcoming announcement. "Did you mean the newest act at Jack's show?" They grinned excitedly, perching on the glass top of the snack bar. "That's right, rinky dink, your main mime Mumbles just got a primo spot thanks to their clown-y connections."

They seemed overly proud at the fact that they had finally achieved a slot during Jack's murdous managerie of mayhem, leaning back excitedly over the snack bar, practically laid out over the thing, but considering that they had been trying to wiggle their way in for so long, it was extremely important to them, giving them a very good reason to get so excited.

"But how have you been, snack bar boy? It's been a hot minute."

Richie chuckled, having a hand over his mouth as he did. “ Oh Mumbles, if only you knew how proud I am of you to hear that…but off the snack bar. “ He lightly waved his hand at them, trying to shoo them off of the counter top. “ You know the rules. “ The usher huffed softly before smirking.

“ The usual works, dear. Caring for my beloved theaters, making sure the guests are following rules. You know how it is here, don’t you?” He slowly peered over to them, almost a sinister smirk plastered upon his bloody face.

"Ooooohhh yeah, well aware." Mumbles grinned slyly, only stretching themselves further over the counter, imitating the classic Jeff Goldblum pose in Jurassic Park. "Clowns just... Find a way to not have to listen to stinky rules like the ones Julian has here." They waved their hand back at him in a flagrant attempt to ignore the rules of the theatre. "Plus, I've broken way more rules than just sitting on the snack bar, you know that. Or didya forget cause it's been such a looooooong time since I had time to come and bother you and rustle your popcorn in the expert manner in which I do so Every Time I see you?" They asked, leaning further towards Richie with a widening grin, their cheek stitches stretching along with it.

For a mime, they weren't that quiet. In fact, the opposite, since their clown had been rubbing off on them more and more in the recent months they had been training so hard with him.

"S'pose I just have a clown card that exempts me from any and all rules? And that card is called 'dating the big scary clown that kicks ass and takes names when anyone tries starting on me'."

Richie’s brow furrowed at all the cocky behavior, placing a hand on the mime’s shoulder before gripping it slightly. “Your words are no threat to us, Mumbles. We know our place, and you know the power we have here. It is best you keep your line, hm?” His voice became slightly growlish, low too.

He began to push Mumbles off, making sure that the counter would be clean immediately after. Who knows where they’ve been?!? Probably playing in the dirt or touching the rust from the carnival. “Jack is for sure enforcing his behavior on you…I’m surprised that Chance has not whipped either of you into shape.”

#hhnrp #rinky dink theatre twink #mime time

"Probably cause she's the one that enjoys the whip the most." Mumbles smirked, the dirty implication getting a soft giggle out of them. "Besides, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and you know how much of a suck up I am for that clown." They couldn't help but continue their devious buffoonery, taking the chance while Richie was distracted to sneak some of the unattended snacks up their oversized sleeves.

They were glad to see their rinky dink theatre twink friend again. That, and they were happy to see the ""free"" snack bar, obviously using their five finger discount. Not like Julian would notice a couple dozen missing snacks or anything, they thought to themselves, their eyes occasionally peeking up to see the progress of the cleaning of the spot where their fat mime ass occupied, just so they could know when to quit the grand theft snackage.

“Hey! Uh— I was sent this way to see if y’all needed help with anything?” A polite voice asked, a small wave of the hand trying to catch any maniac or clown’s attentions for the moment. “If not I can just head out? /Why did he send me out here—/“

Luckily, the small wave of the hand caught the attention of one of the more deadly maniacs.

It was lucky for Mumbles, anyway. A chance for a lucky one off surprise kill to quench their need for bloodshed.

They peeked from behind one of the maniac tents, raising their eyesbrows at the request. Assistance? They could assist the mime. By giving them a free, easy kill to impress their clowns with.

They stealthily closed in, putting on their mime act as they approached, playfully tapping the intruder on one shoulder before hiding on their other side.

After all, what would a murder be without a little clowning in the process?

#mime time #hhnrp #clowning on the assistant

:"o ))))) Jack scares me by popping out of absolutely nowhere sometimes

#mime time #halloween horror nights #jack the clown #hhn #clown town #(ITS CANON NOW JACK SAID IT HIMSELF)

hey rinky dink!!! long time no see ; o ) 💖 mumbles

“ Ah…a clown in my lobby? Hmmph, it has been quite some time. “ The usher peered over from the snack bar. “ Welcome back, Mumbles.”

"A clown?" Mumbles gave their usher friend a cursory glance, fire in their eyes about their upcoming announcement. "Did you mean the newest act at Jack's show?" They grinned excitedly, perching on the glass top of the snack bar. "That's right, rinky dink, your main mime Mumbles just got a primo spot thanks to their clown-y connections."

They seemed overly proud at the fact that they had finally achieved a slot during Jack's murdous managerie of mayhem, leaning back excitedly over the snack bar, practically laid out over the thing, but considering that they had been trying to wiggle their way in for so long, it was extremely important to them, giving them a very good reason to get so excited.

"But how have you been, snack bar boy? It's been a hot minute."

Richie chuckled, having a hand over his mouth as he did. “ Oh Mumbles, if only you knew how proud I am of you to hear that…but off the snack bar. “ He lightly waved his hand at them, trying to shoo them off of the counter top. “ You know the rules. “ The usher huffed softly before smirking.

“ The usual works, dear. Caring for my beloved theaters, making sure the guests are following rules. You know how it is here, don’t you?” He slowly peered over to them, almost a sinister smirk plastered upon his bloody face.

#mime time #halloween horror nights #clown town #jack the clown

"Ooooohhh yeah, well aware." Mumbles grinned slyly, only stretching themselves further over the counter, imitating the classic Jeff Goldblum pose in Jurassic Park. "Clowns just... Find a way to not have to listen to stinky rules like the ones Julian has here." They waved their hand back at him in a flagrant attempt to ignore the rules of the theatre. "Plus, I've broken way more rules than just sitting on the snack bar, you know that. Or didya forget cause it's been such a looooooong time since I had time to come and bother you and rustle your popcorn in the expert manner in which I do so Every Time I see you?" They asked, leaning further towards Richie with a widening grin, their cheek stitches stretching along with it.

For a mime, they weren't that quiet. In fact, the opposite, since their clown had been rubbing off on them more and more in the recent months they had been training so hard with him.

"S'pose I just have a clown card that exempts me from any and all rules? And that card is called 'dating the big scary clown that kicks ass and takes names when anyone tries starting on me'."

Guess who's stinky clown bf made them canon!!!

hey rinky dink!!! long time no see ; o ) 💖 mumbles

“ Ah…a clown in my lobby? Hmmph, it has been quite some time. “ The usher peered over from the snack bar. “ Welcome back, Mumbles.”

#hhn rp #rinky dink theatre twink

"A clown?" Mumbles gave their usher friend a cursory glance, fire in their eyes about their upcoming announcement. "Did you mean the newest act at Jack's show?" They grinned excitedly, perching on the glass top of the snack bar. "That's right, rinky dink, your main mime Mumbles just got a primo spot thanks to their clown-y connections."

They seemed overly proud at the fact that they had finally achieved a slot during Jack's murdous managerie of mayhem, leaning back excitedly over the snack bar, practically laid out over the thing, but considering that they had been trying to wiggle their way in for so long, it was extremely important to them, giving them a very good reason to get so excited.

"But how have you been, snack bar boy? It's been a hot minute."

Yeah we're gay keep scrollin!!!!!!

#mime time #halloween horror nights #clown town #jack the clown #hhn

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The mime’s nerves oy became worse as their clown slurred his words and his grip became tighter. The only comfort they could take away from it all was him using them to ground himself, savouring the way he nestled himself in their hair, not minding the sudden displacement of their hairband.

But now they knew he wasn’t okay. He was even admitting it, which barely ever happened. Something was wrong and they didn’t know how to fix it.

They could feel their heart rate spike as he growled their name one last time before falling still, the moment of quiet giving them a split second to consider the worst, but even that couldn’t prepare them for what was coming.

“….Sir? …Jack??” They asked softly, even addressing him by name as they tightened their own grip on him, desperate for him to feel somewhat better, or at least come back a little more, “…Jack, p-please, if you’re just messing with me, i-it’s not funny.” They attempted to have a stern tone, but it was plain to see and hear that they were scared for his wellbeing, a rarity considering that he was always in control, which only made the situation more terrifying for them.

They wanted to stay quiet in an effort to not totally lose their cool, taking a restrained breath to calm themselves slightly, bracing themselves for a scolding from their totally okay clown, to not be so loud, to not panic so much when he was just “not feeling right”. They were just panicking for no reason, that’s right! They could just keep convincing themselves that he’s okay until he is again!

Hands grip tight against the mimes sides, as still breathing grows louder, ragged. Nails dig into gentle skin, threatening to claw into Mumbles. “ Ｍｕｍｂｌｅｓ， ” the voice [ 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚅𝙰𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 , 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽 ! ! 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺 , 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙽 ! ! ] purrs mockingly, as He slowly settles into the cage of form the Clown’s body made for him. [𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙲𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙸𝙼!! 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙽𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙾!!] 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 He sits up a little straighter, pulling the Mime closer as it becomes unbearably hot; his skin burning with heat, his every breath against Mumbles scalp heavy with thick heat.

“Ｃ’ｍｅｒｅ，” he says, no affection in the way he speaks, eyes opening, black sclera suddenly filling in, like ink seeping into the white. [ 𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙰𝚉𝙴 ! ! 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝚄𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚅𝙸𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻 ! ! ] “Ｔｈａｎｋｓ，ｍｉｍｅ” he growls, before his hands unclench from the others sides, one sliding up the mimes back, the other slipping around to peel the mime from his body. He holds both hands in his larger palm, squeezing gently at first before tightening down his iron vice grip.

Then all at once he is upon the mime, ＣＨＡＯＳ grinning down at Mumbles, eyes a haunted mockery of Jack’s once more calm eyes [ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙴 , 𝚄𝙽𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚂 ! ! 𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 ! ! ] His fingers tighten down even more as the free hand cups delicate cheek before gripping the other by the throat, beginning to apply pressure against the Mime’s windpipe.

“Ｔｈａｎｋｓｆｏｒｌｅｔｔｉｎｇｍｅｏｕｔ．” He purrs, moments before a deep, dark laugh erupts from his chest.

#(closed rp!!)#replies #clown town

The deep, dangerous growl caught them off guard. The calm, seemingly unbothered way he spoke after a moment of being so tense.

But his eyes! What had happened to him?! Mumbles kept their own eyes fixed on his, more out of fear than bewilderment. There was so much wrong, so much different about him...

Their hands trembled as he took them, their shoulders raising as he suddenly squeezed, everything in their stupid mimey brain screaming at them that this wasn't right, that something truly evil had them in its grip and was staring them down.

Maybe they could call for help! Chance could come and do something, right?

But before they could open their mouth to say anything, the Chaotic clown's hand was restricting their neck, stopping their airflow, cutting their escape plan off short, an anxious, terrified whimper being silenced almost as soon as it had started.

What had they let out? They were only sitting with their clown moments ago, now they were being choked, not even in a intimate manner, this was a real, murderous grip!

The mime struggled for a moment, quite suddenly trying to pull themselves away before it was too late, before they were either made mute by a crushed voice box, or silenced forever by being choked to death!

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The slow, crushing hold gained an equally slow, long squeak as the squeakers in their body were compressed, a soft wheeze escaping them as their hands slunk down to meet his arms.

Something was wrong, they could tell. They were used as stress relief often, but this time was different. The tighter grip, the low growls. It felt like something even more dangerous than their clown was lurking in the increasing squeaking squeeze. Their heart beat faster as they thought, soon trying to calm themselves down, for his sake. He sounded like he needed the same calm, especially if he was holding them so tightly.

“Sir?” They murmured, somewhat breathless, their thumbs gently running over his sleeves, “Do you want to talk about something funny? You seem really… Pissed about something. I just want to help, is all.” They leant back against him, tilting their head up slightly, almost with a alternate motive, the low growls from the clown admittedly making them a little…. Flustered, their face growing slightly warmer as they leant up a tad further just to press a kiss to his jaw, more efforts to calm him down, at least a bit.

He holds the other close as his crushing embrace only increases. Something is wrong with the clown [ 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙿 , 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚁𝙼𝚂 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙼𝙴 ! ! ]He doesn’t speak, just grumbles as he closes his eyes, shaking his head. Eventually he makes out the words. “ 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 , ” he mutters, a low grumble in his voice [ 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙻 , 𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙰𝚃 ! ! ]

“ 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 , 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 , ” he grits out, jagged teeth grinding down on each other. “ 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . ” He says, finally relenting and burying his face in the mime’s soft hair, taking a deep breath. He doesn’t move for a long while, [ 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝙴 , 𝙰 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 , 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚉𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 ! ! ] His breathing begins to slow. For a moment, he feels as if he’s calming down, then everything shifts and, looking up briefly from the orange locks, everything seems too bright. “ 𝙼𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 , ” he growls, slurring the word suddenly.

And suddenly,Jack isn’t there anymore.

[ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚂 , 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚂 , 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚂 , 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚂 ! ! ]

#replies #(closed rp!!)#clown town

The mime's nerves oy became worse as their clown slurred his words and his grip became tighter. The only comfort they could take away from it all was him using them to ground himself, savouring the way he nestled himself in their hair, not minding the sudden displacement of their hairband.

But now they knew he wasn't okay. He was even admitting it, which barely ever happened. Something was wrong and they didn't know how to fix it.

They could feel their heart rate spike as he growled their name one last time before falling still, the moment of quiet giving them a split second to consider the worst, but even that couldn't prepare them for what was coming.

"....Sir? ...Jack??" They asked softly, even addressing him by name as they tightened their own grip on him, desperate for him to feel somewhat better, or at least come back a little more, "...Jack, p-please, if you're just messing with me, i-it's not funny." They attempted to have a stern tone, but it was plain to see and hear that they were scared for his wellbeing, a rarity considering that he was always in control, which only made the situation more terrifying for them.

They wanted to stay quiet in an effort to not totally lose their cool, taking a restrained breath to calm themselves slightly, bracing themselves for a scolding from their totally okay clown, to not be so loud, to not panic so much when he was just "not feeling right". They were just panicking for no reason, that's right! They could just keep convincing themselves that he's okay until he is again!

@murderm1me

He [ 𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂, 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂 , 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 ] irritably, bootfalls thudding and shaking the bus as he does. [ 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙳 , 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝚈 , 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂 , 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂 ! ! ] He is moody and impatient, but when wasn’t he? Fingertips press to puffy pants and he breifly grips at them with gloved digits, gnarled nails [ 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙹𝙰𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙳 , 𝙹𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿 , 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚆𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙽𝙴𝙶𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃 ! ! ] scraping across thin fabric. He hated waiting for others. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 ! !

“ 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 a minute and it’s clear he is buzzing with an energy he needed to release. He scrunches up his face [ 𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 , 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝚁𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻 ! ! ] and grits his teeth, jaw clenching visibly as he moves to sit down. Stands up. Sits back down. Stands up once more and begins to pace again. [ 𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝚃 ; 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚆 , 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 ! ! ] He cards his fingers through his hair, wild tight curls bouncing back into place as he stops.

“ 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚖𝚎 ? ? ” He says, growing increasingly impatient, before he sits and tries to ease the build of anger. He can feel it bubbling up, his displeasure and anger boiling into a condensed rage. He tries to calm it, not wanting to lose all control, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝 ! !

murderm1me:

Said mime was speeding towards the bus, having been busy with their work, their phone on silent in their pocket when they had received the initial few messages from the clown, only realising a half hour later that they had been summoned urgently, a flurry of angry, short texts demanding their presence.

What was up with him? The way he texted them seemed a little. Off. Different to the usual kind of short text, these texts seemed to have less cohesion to them than usual, more misspellings and random capitalisation, like he was struggling to hold the phone while he hastily messaged them.

The messages seemed urgent, anyway, Mumbles thought, having to up their pace as they sprinted across the carnival. They couldn’t believe they had missed the messages for so long, though they had been busy with their relatively menial tasks, huffing out of nerves as they finally saw the bus, spotting their leader pacing back and forth, sitting and standing, becoming slightly more anxious as they drew closer to the entrance.

They quickly knocked on the door, trying to catch their breath as they called out for him. “SIR!!” They yelled, shoving the door open, “I’m here! S-sorry for taking so long!” They tried to keep their voice up, tensing as they finally hopped up the steps on the bus, taking just a moment longer to catch their breath, observing the clown’s extremely…. Unusual demeanor.

He seemed uncomfortable. Moreso than usual. Something about him was most definitely off. But they just couldn’t tell what it was.

“S….sir?”

@hallowedpast

He is doubled over, elbows digging into knees as he sits there, fingers steepled together, eyes fixed on a spot on the ground. He is visibly tense, and there’s a slight tremor running through him, like the energy inside him were ready to bust open. When he hears the other knock on the door his head shoots up, eyes [ 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙰𝚃 , 𝚈𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙾𝚁𝙱𝚂 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃 - 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 ! ! ] “Good. You’re here.” He grunts, sitting back.

“ 𝙲’𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 , 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚎 ” he says gruffly [ 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙻 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙰𝚃 , 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙶𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙻 . ] “ 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . ” he grunts, reaching forward and pulling the other to his lap, pulling him in to sit him on his lap. He wraps his arms around the mime, pulling Mumbles in to a tight hug, something no one else was able to see; this softness only reserved for those he cared about [ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚂 , 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂 , 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙴 ! ! ] He sighs and continues the crushing hug, still feeling his temper rising.

#(closed rp!!)#clown town #replies

The slow, crushing hold gained an equally slow, long squeak as the squeakers in their body were compressed, a soft wheeze escaping them as their hands slunk down to meet his arms.

Something was wrong, they could tell. They were used as stress relief often, but this time was different. The tighter grip, the low growls. It felt like something even more dangerous than their clown was lurking in the increasing squeaking squeeze. Their heart beat faster as they thought, soon trying to calm themselves down, for his sake. He sounded like he needed the same calm, especially if he was holding them so tightly.

"Sir?" They murmured, somewhat breathless, their thumbs gently running over his sleeves, "Do you want to talk about something funny? You seem really... Pissed about something. I just want to help, is all." They leant back against him, tilting their head up slightly, almost with a alternate motive, the low growls from the clown admittedly making them a little.... Flustered, their face growing slightly warmer as they leant up a tad further just to press a kiss to his jaw, more efforts to calm him down, at least a bit.

@murderm1me

He [ 𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂, 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂 , 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 ] irritably, bootfalls thudding and shaking the bus as he does. [ 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙳 , 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝚈 , 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂 , 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂 ! ! ] He is moody and impatient, but when wasn’t he? Fingertips press to puffy pants and he breifly grips at them with gloved digits, gnarled nails [ 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙹𝙰𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙳 , 𝙹𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿 , 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚆𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙽𝙴𝙶𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃 ! ! ] scraping across thin fabric. He hated waiting for others. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 ! !

“ 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 a minute and it’s clear he is buzzing with an energy he needed to release. He scrunches up his face [ 𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 , 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝚁𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻 ! ! ] and grits his teeth, jaw clenching visibly as he moves to sit down. Stands up. Sits back down. Stands up once more and begins to pace again. [ 𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝚃 ; 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚆 , 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 ! ! ] He cards his fingers through his hair, wild tight curls bouncing back into place as he stops.

“ 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚖𝚎 ? ? ” He says, growing increasingly impatient, before he sits and tries to ease the build of anger. He can feel it bubbling up, his displeasure and anger boiling into a condensed rage. He tries to calm it, not wanting to lose all control, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝 ! !