F(inding) P(assionate) E(scapee) // Nico x Clancy (SATIRE FIC)

I : BACK TO TRENCH 🥶🥶🥶

Clancy POV

I run in the wild wild of Trench. Guess what just happened : I escaped Dema again! At this point, I feel sorry for the bishops to always having to watch me leave the city. No,I don't feel sorry. They just have to not make me stay there. Nico is just so annoying sometimes. Damn, why doesn't he leaves me alone? I look around the giant continent, searching for banditos. They should come to me soon, right? I walk a little further. Even though Nico is really annoying and that he's really punchable, he's still hot. I wanna feel me against his red cloak. I can't deny what I heard coming from a old lady's mouth, who was in Dema. What, why am I thinking this? I'm so damn stupid. Nico is ugly and he is a smelly coward. I heard him fart the last time he snatched me back to Dema, and he stincked, his mouth like his fart. SuddentIy, I feel an hand on my shoulder. 

- Hey Clancy, you're finally back?

My eyes shines of a happy light when I see torchbearer. 

- Hiiiiiii! I missed you so much! I just escaped Dema again. It was crazy! 

I walk with the banditos, going on a flat land. Here, everyone helps to place the tents and making it comfortable to stay. I help to place the campement when torchbearer is watching. Else, I just look at the banditos working. Saying to everybody "Come on, work harder!" (Chlorine MV, Oldies Station MV and Down in the farm references) Guess my habits will never leave. Unless me leaving Nico and the cowards, hehe. I walk away, looking around the continent again. It feels so good to be there. I wonder what else in this world could feel this good... Maybe Nico? Ew, I wanna punch myself. I turn my palm into a fist, hitting my face a little with it. 

- Hey stop hitting yourself!

A young lady grabs my arm. She looks at me with pleading eyes. 

- Why would I not? I'm disgusting. 

- Clancy no... The bishops don't have effects on you anymore, do they? Don't go back into the city. 

Suddently, she starts touching my neck and tossing it a little. She unzips my jacket, looking close to my collarbone. What the actual fuck? I never knew banditos were horny. She grabs my hands, looking at them. 

- No black spots. Must be serious then. You should go talk to torchbearer. 

She leaves, going back to place a thing, whatever the thing is. I grab a piece of paper that was in my coat pocket (WHERE I KEEP MY REBEL RED- I'm sorry I had to do this lol). I guess it's time to write some deep lyrics again. What should I write? I don't know. I let the pen follow my thoughts on whatever I'm gonna write again. I try to think of something really deep that will make the entire Clique cry at 3am. I close my eyes to focus. I can only see the black and white face of Nicolas Bourbaki. Underneath his cloak, I can imagine a bunch of muscles. He must be going to the bishop's gym doing his muscles. I open my eyes right away. I can't take it anymore! 

I bet I know why I think of him : because I'm so damn stressed that bro will snatch me inside Dema again! And the muscles thing is cause he wants to be stronger to snatch me in Dema in a easier way! I turn back and I see only two banditos placing their sleeping bags. I navigate between the tents, searching for torchbearer. He always has a vulture on top of his station. 

- Hey torchieboo, I really need to talk now... 

- Yeah, about what?

I take a deep breathe, closing the pans of the fabric dorm. 

- Well, I can't stop thinking of Nico. 

- How? He haunts you?

- Yeah, said like that. But that's not the worst at all! I imagined us togheter in his tower!

- Cause he would have locked you up inside?

I roll my eyes slightly dissapointed.

- No, in his bed! 

- Oh shit. Did you had socks on?

- I don't know. I guess we had? If Nico only owns any socks...

- That wouldn't be suprising. Else, did he tried to flirt with you the last time he sequestrated you in Dema?

- Maybe? You know how he always calls every citizen "My child, my son, my daughter?" Well, he called me "My pookie bear" and "Whore". I think he may have insults kinks... 

- Okay, that could be something. Listen, I don't want to traumatize you, but you may  have a crush on THE  Nicolas Bourbaki. That either means you have a lot of parental issues or that you are a simp for celebrities. 

I stay there, shocked for a good second. I try to think about the situation. 

- Nah, this can't be true... Should I do something about the flirting? Maybe it's what makes me all flustered. 

- Well, if you see him flirting again, try to flirt back just to see how he reacts. 

- What if he gets angry?

- People like Nico always flirt for a good reason. 

- Okay okay... Can I stay with you a little? 

- Yeah, no problem. 

After one or two hours, I finally have a draft of really really deep lyrics. I go around the bondfire with the other banditos. We stay there, talking about whatever we want to talk. Of course, I don't mention my abnormal maybe crush. No need to talk about this. I look around the place, enjoying my happy moment with the banditos. I look at the vultures flying in the sky. Does one has yellow eyes? I don't think so. I fall asleep, right there. 

The next morning

I wake up in the middle of the circle, looking around. No one seems to be there. They all went to sleep into their respective places. I turn to see a white horse. Shit!!! I don't want to be here right now. 

- Hello Freaky- uh I mean Clancy. 

There he is. Nico. My celebrity crush. Fun fact : On DEMA's Intranet, the ultra controlled Internet, there was a quiz "Which bishop is you soulmate?" and it gave me Nico. 

- Hi there. What do you want again?

- I want you. 

His deep voice makes me shiver from pleasure. I look away a little, still processing what he just said. 

- Uhhhhhh not like that. Sorry if I sounded creepy. Like, I want you to follow me and go back in Dema and stay there. 

- Oooooh okay well sorry but I can't do that. I'm staying here in Trench. 

Oh no, did I make him mad?

- Nuh uh. You're gonna follow me.

He starts doing the usual process of "Go back in Dema coward", basically passing his hands on my neck to paint it black. But this time, it's different. He passes his hands on my neck, but he goes tracing my jawline. He looks at me with a light on his eyes that I can't recongnize. We go on his horse and even though how much I want to scream at the banditos to make me escape, I can only open my mouth and watching no sounds escaping.