The Jokester

Chapter 15: Let's Go

Trigger Warnings For This Chapter: Violence, Cursing, Homophobic Language, Mental Illness Traits, Hallucinations, Delusions, Blood, Murder, and Death.

    Pinky kept his distance as he watched handfuls of people preparing City Hall for the Snowman's press conference. Pinky hadn't even known there would be a press conference before his new friend told him about it last night. The idea of the Snowman giving a speech and being celebrated would normally have had Pinky agitated, but not when he knew about the plan. A plan that he would get to be a part of! He even helped tweak a few things and suggested something so amazing that he couldn't wait for it to come true. He got to name the plan, too! Operation Brain!

   Pinky rolled his eyes with a smirk as he watched a few people hanging a banner with Snowball's name. Then there were people putting up stands advertising Snowball merchandise in the form of buttons and hats. They're wasting their time writing his name on everything. They're gonna know it. Know it all.

   Pinky giggled in response to the voice. It's true! As City Hall became increasingly decorated, Pinky eventually became bored and decided to leave. He needed to start heading back, anyway. Not back to the bridge, though. Back to where his mysterious friend had taken him last night. The dump. He felt safe there, too. His worries of Larry stumbling on him were near zero there, especially with as many people who would notice him before he could get too close. There were eyes on that place. Clowny-peephole eyes.

   As Pinky began making his way over to the dump, a powerful urge hit him. A desire to make some smiles. He paced his breathing and tried to keep his mind on other things. He couldn't make smiles right now. That one detective could be lurking in this particular area.

   It distressed his soul as he walked by so many candidates in need of smiling. Pinky was honestly surprised at this intense need to go through with the killings. He hadn't realized his happy pastime had become an addiction.

   Pinky passed the Raisinbread café and clenched his fists. Walking past this place made him feel a mix of emotions. Almost there. Suddenly he crashed down face-first into the concrete. "Ow." Pinky groaned as he pushed himself up off the sidewalk.

   "Outta' my way, pink-haired freak." The man who had shoved Pinky walked off, grumbling his frustration.

Pinky smiled, keeping his eyes forward with great effort. "That's okay!" Keep it together. "Have a nice day!"

   The man snapped back before he got too much further. "Shut up, faggot!"

   Pinky's eyes darted left to right. A gleam from a knife on an outside café table caught his attention. Then he swished his head around, looking for signs of the detective who talked to him last night. It's not like he's here right now. Go for it.

   Pinky dashed over to the knife on the table and ran at the man who had shoved him. He ran past him, bumping into the side of the man's arm hard. He looked back and was pleased to see the man chase after him. Getting his victims to chase him was his favorite method of trapping them.

   He ran into an opening between two buildings that wasn't technically an alley. It was just big enough for a person to walk through.

   The man followed him into the claustrophobic setting. "Get over here!"

   Pinky smirked. He stopped and turned around, sprinting full speed towards the man. Like how it went every time he killed, a neck was slashed, and a smile made.