Journey of the Heart ~ Clownzy

Nothing but the Truth (22)

~ Branzy ~

No.

No.

No!

NO!

No?!

No, there was no way that she was this deluded! Lefu, Clown Pierce? First of all, she should hear herself and how ridiculous she sounded, and second of all, that traitor could never even live up to Clown Piece. What gave her the right to even think she was remotely similar to him? Branzy wearily regarded the two people standing in front of him: two utter maniacal psychos.

The first time Branzy had met Lefu, he had instantly hated her. Whether that had been jealousy or a gut feeling, he didn't know. What he did know was that hatred was still festering inside of him, ever there, waiting to pounce. Sorry Squiddo, but there was no way Branzy was willing to give her a chance now. "What do you mean you think you're Clown Pierce?"

With a sigh, Lefu continued to explain. "There was something that I didn't tell you and Clown."

Branzy narrowed his eyes and scoffed at her. "You seem to do that a lot."

Lefu either didn't hear his backhanded remark or simply didn't care. "From the moment I met the two of you, something felt off. I guess I've always had a hunch about it, but when we were in the stronghold's library, I found actual evidence. Letters from that Selkhath person to Kevin over here.

Just hearing her sickening voice seemed to nurture the growing headache grating at the back of his mind. Branzy's head was spinning, spiralling in a never ending loop that made him nauseous. The anger had faded now and in its place a dull aching was left behind, a numbness that didn't feel like it could be healed. "And what evidence is that?"

"Apparently I'm some alternate version of Clown from a different server?" Lefu whispered.

"Oh, and I suppose Kevin is me from that same dimension too?" Branzy bitterly laughed. The red whispered in his ears, itched for him to kill them both and destroy the blatant lies written all over Lefu's lips, but he tried to suppress that growing irritation. Branzy glanced nervously to the side and noticed that Kevin looked like he was enjoying himself a little too much; he seemed to be loving this drama. Branzy wished that he could just walk up to him and wipe that smug smile off of his stupid face. He turned to Kevin as his gleeful laughter still carried through the air. "Something funny?"

The hooded man's cry of derision continued, disdain coating his tone in a layer as thick as the irony of the situation. Skeletal and ghostly pale fingers wrapped around the hem of his hood. His digits looked to be malnourished like something was eating at him. As he pulled the hood down, the fabric pooled onto his shoulders into a pile of black cloth and folds. Silvery white hair that seemed too dull to even be a part of someone living, tumbled forwards to cover the crown of his head; amethyst eyes that seemed too murky to even be considered a shade of purple; a face that was all too familiar to Branzy.

His own.

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No it couldn't be, Lefu couldn't not be lying. This wasn't possible? Fear and Anger contorted Branzy's face as if he were in a nightmare. Maybe he was. He was hallucinating all of this, Clown's death, Lefu's betrayal, him being Kevin, Clown's death...