Pulling Ourselves Together (Buggy the Clown x Reader)

🎪𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝐼🎪

"PIRATES!! PIRATES!" The words rang out louder than the alarm bells. You quickly got up and snatched your bag from under your bed.

Quickly rifling through your closet, you settle on the basic white tank top, greenish-beige cargo pants, and a slightly tattered mocha-coloured coat.

You slide down the ladder leading from your bedroom into the living area. As you start to leave you trip over something. You look down to see a piece in the tatami mat floor moved out of place.

Leaning down to check the secret compartment, you find maps. Each one has a different marking somewhere on it. They're treasure maps. Your eyes sift through the maps. There's enough to take with you. So you do. You gently place each one in your bag, careful not to crinkle them. You reason that this might help you get onto the pirate crew.

An explosion sounds from outside, too close for comfort. You can feel the shockwaves rattle your bones and shake your flesh. You quickly stand and pull your bag onto your shoulder, frantically looking around you to make sure you haven't been found yet.

You stay close to the ground, creeping towards the door. Peeking your head out, you notice that the smoke is still pretty far away. You quickly dash out and hide behind a different house. Against any better judgment, you decide to go towards the smoke.

'You've gone completely mad, (Y/n).' You think to yourself as you edge towards pretty obvious danger.

As you reach the chaos, you take good care to stay out of sight. The last thing you would want to happen is getting captured by the crew you plan to join -- or worse.

You peek out into the violence and pause. Are those... clowns? You rub your eyes and look again, trying to see if they just so happen to be guys with a weird taste in eyeliner designs. But based on their clothes and the weird hats they're sporting, those are definitely clowns. 

You notice that through the blatant chaos and destruction, there's a few clowns rifling through the ruined houses. They're seemingly searching for whatever's left over. Within the stragglers, there's a much more monochrome and calm clown searching with them. This clown is masked, resembling more of a jester, and they also seem to be searching for something specific.

They search a few houses with the straggler clowns before they head back down the "street" to the pier. The pier is where the clowns streaming into your village appear to be coming from, cementing their identity as pirates. Your eyes follow the monochrome jester as they approach another clown. This one has a round red nose and carries himself with such confidence that you immediately recognize him as the captain. There's also his hat and coat. He looks exactly how you'd imagine a pirate captain, except, well, he's a clown.

The monochrome jester looks to be talking to him. Their height difference is comedic. The captain is already short, but the jester is even smaller. The captain listens to the jester for a few seconds before his voice rings out so loudly that you can hear it even from where you're hidden.

"We're not leaving till my maps are found, boys! Ransack every hut till they're found! AND MAKE IT FLASHY!" He declares, which only riles the clowns up more.

You duck behind your hiding place again. You could probably hide under the pier and wait for everyone to calm down. You remember that the pirate captains and their main group of grunts usually settle down for one or two nights in the towns they pillage. Then they leave lackeys behind to watch over the place. They all fully leave as soon as they've exhausted the town of its resources. 'Like parasites.' You think to yourself.

Judging by the economical state of your town right now, you have two days.

You do have a problem though. The clowns are coming from the pier. Getting to the pier would absolutely get you caught. Unless...