Smoke and Fire
Feel the heat so we started running You know you saw it coming But the memories are still in my mind Burning like smoke and fire
Tim jumped in fear, spinning toward the sudden sound behind him. “Get away from me!” he cried. The clown that wore Basira’s face muttered some half hearted protest - an attempt to trap him, to take his skin.
“I’m not one of them” it slurred out, its voice a cheap facsimile of a human.
A gift for @radiosandrecordings, I hope you enjoy it!
Word Count: 1,630
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29252316
Thanks to @notesofarichlycolorednight for beta reading!
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