Mx. Jester

Heya there, I’m Clown! My pronouns are They/Them or Xie/Xer, You can ask me Anything!

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family reunion momence

[Freeman and C embrace. Their lips meet- somehow, despite all the agony, despite all the icy days the Admins have spent together, C's lips still taste like pure sunshine. They break away, and like partners in a dance, Freeman smiles, spinning C around until they're both facing Boss, who C gently embraces too, just as warmly. Just as firmly.]

[Not wanting to be counted out, P holds onto Freeman's side, pulling him into a hug. F joins him, too.]

[Soon, they're all together.]

[Together like they should have been all along.]

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can yuo get me a six piece mcnugget pleaaase :D? blinks so sweets at you?

[Freeman, completely oblivious to the Absolute Total Bullshit you messages put the other group through, pulls up to the window, trying to accomodate as many orders as he can.]

Freeman: 55 burgers, 55 fries, 55 tacos, 55 fries, 100 tater tots, 100 meatballs-

McBarney: SIR-!

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A happy meal sounds good does it not

[PIT STOP SELFIE!!]]

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(tilting head like a curios dog) whats the idea, bossman?

[Funny you use that wording.]

[Boss takes off his glove for a moment, puts two fingers in his mouth, and whistles-]

FWEEEEEET-!!

[And then, emerging from some sort of self-created portal, it's...!]

Sunkist: BARK!

The Boss: doggy!

Freeman: Oh, shit- SUNKIST!!

[His body remembers before his mind does, scratching her under the neck just how she likes it.]

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Take a breather, guys! I wonder if anything that was done to you two will have lasting effects...

Freeman: Yeah. Probably. I, uh, don't remember as much as I thought. I might... need some help.

[He bashfully rubs his head.]

Freeman: Does anyone know what a "Forzen" is? I don't remember what that one means. I know I met a Darnold. Is "Forzen", like, a name of a laundry detergent?

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GET HIS ASS

[The message pops up beside Freeman's head.]

[He acts on instinct.]

[He does the only thing he can think of doing.]

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if you can remember this much, freeman... maybe you can remember a little more? ~🪼

[Still kinda reflexively pointing his arm at The Boss, wielding it like a gun, he stares deep into the man's glowing blue eyes. He searches his mind for someone immune to his time-stop, someone whose clunky army boots he remembers bumping into all too many times...]

Freeman: ...Your name is Benrey, isn't it...?

[Boss straightens up, like a deer who just heard a branch snap in the woods. And then-]

The Boss: ngh... g...gor...don...?

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FIGHT IT FREEMAN!!! Don’t let that guy best you!

[Freeman... reaches out, and puts a hand on the Boss' arm.]

Freeman: ...Stop it.

[There's a distinctive sound of a string getting pulled too tight, then snapping.]

The Boss: ...excuse me?

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Freeman, try and undercut or sucker punch the throat! Aim to stun and distract, go for the long game if you want your answers.

— 💀☔️

[Boss lifts Freeman up slightly, gently running his hands up Freeman's face until he finds his temples.]

The Boss: ...luckily, my friend, you are not beyond salvaging. everything fell into place just in time... if my little traitor had waited a moment too late, this might be more of a headache than it already is.

The Boss: hold still, will you? this shouldn't take more than a moment.

The Boss: just relax... you know you remember this feeling.

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FREEMAN, YOU'RE SAFE!! where the heck were you taken??

[Freeman pauses, looking beside him, then out at the endless expanse.]

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The Messages- still you, by the way- feel themselves getting... pulled, almost. Your interface remains the same, and yet somehow... You feel like what your messages are showing up on is... different, somehow. More ethereal.

Someone is very lonely. And they're calling on you.

[sexygaywizard]

FUCK AMERICA HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY CEASAR SALAD 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽❗❗❗

[kaban-bang]

[theclownster]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL WOOD‼️🎉🔥

and happy supergirl release day too

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real fans make a divorce story with their ponies! /j

Benrey: horse divorce?

Neo: Yeah, ponies were an old special interest... The flame kinda died out, though. Now I got no place to put 'em.

Neo: This is no time for ponies, though. We gotta get you back down stairs to the space grandpas.

Kittle: Hey, you said it, not me!

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Get down and funky with the beats, grandpas!! Let loose! Party Time!

[It's like all the distance between them... vanishes, for a beautiful moment.]

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how are the peepaws?

Admin F: Surely it's not just me being OLD, right? Why's there, like, ten different lightswitches in here?

Admin P: The one near the door looks promising. Try that one.

Admin F: Okay, okay-

[He flips it on, and instead of the regular lights, the room goes completely dark, and some fluorescent coloured spotlights all start spinning around. Probably some spotlights rescued from a Chuck E Cheese that had their animatronic band removed!]

[A song starts playing from Neo's "party time" playlist!]

Admin F: This kid...............

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a kissaro from neo to gordon