𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 || 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗𝙿𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

|| 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹 ||

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 || 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 ||

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The car soon came to a halt and stopped outside a large mansion. The sight of such a big mansion took me by surprise, the lights from the windows and several other places make the mansion emit a soft glow under the inky black sky. When I pull myself up and scrambled outside the car, I find myself studying the majestic mansion in front of me, speechless and amazed at the same time.

"Awesome right!? We managed to scam or should I say bargain someone from it, it was actually pretty easy with ClownPierce's massive roulette table in his casino" pride gleaming in Rekrap's eyes as he continued to babble about how they got this mansion "We were soooo lucky that someone decides to bet this very mansion we're standing in and 6 of his hearts, pretty stupid of him because what he didn't know is that the roulette table was rigged! Everything was rigged!!"

The other person who I think was called Branzy caught up with us, while we walked to the front doors and whipped his head around, his slightly neon purple eyes popping out from the dim scenery behind him"Really Rek? You're spilling out some of our secrets to this random person we took hostage, we just met with them and not to mention they are our prisoner, not your personal friend," his purple eyes drooping a bit "You're lucky we're friends Rek ... Or you'll be dead in the next hour"

"Ohh come on Branzy! It's fun to have a new friend!!"

We continued our journey into the halls of the mansion, our steps echoing throughout the almost empty walls making us present to whoever was in there, the thick rep carpet that we were walking on seemed endless barely doing anything to soften our steps. There was hardly anything I could do, then to walk until we reached wherever they were taking me.

The two kept chattering while I studied the walls of the hallways. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling in wood paneling and hung with photographs and paintings placed in thick white frames, some of them cracked due to old age. Paintings, I see as I step towards one of them, of the group of villains who kidnapped me. They're all wearing what they were wearing right now, their arms clasped in front of them just like how we're told to in school pictures, but their faces held bright and cheery smiles. I scan their faces eagerly, among them was the same eerily mask I saw earlier the empty black eyes staring back at me dryly, ClownPeirce.

Unlike the others, he wasn't standing up but was sitting down on what seemed like a throne made from pure gold and he wasn't wearing the previous attire that he wore earlier but instead a suit without the blazer leaving him in a black vest and red wine tie, his hand was wrapped tightly around a scythe. I wonder how many lives were taken away from that scythe alone.

Just as I was about to study more of them a tight grip wrapped around my shoulders, their fingernails digging into my shoulder and pulling me away "You forgot? You're our prisoner which means you can't just go wandering about."Branzy's firm voice snapped me into reality, "Since I and Rekrap have some other really important stuff to do, I'm passing you to Parrot. "

As Branzy and Rekrap skipped away excitedly to a different room labeled 'Potion Making' Parrot led me through a different pathway and into an enormous room, this time the walls were filled to the brim with books of all different kinds, and it reeked with the smell of old parchment paper and new books. Perfect for bookworms and introverts to spend their life in.

In the center were five stasis chambers, two of them with an ender pearl bobbing up and down in them, a girl with a white mask and two pixelated eyes drawn onto was next to the chambers reading a thick book while constantly giving a little peeks at the pearls, she was snuggled cozily in a beige hug kind swivel chair that I used to see my mum ordering on Amazon.