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.
“Ｔｈａｎｋｓ ｆｏｒ ｌｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｍｅ ｏｕｔ．” He purrs, moments before a deep, dark laugh erupts from his chest.
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