𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 || 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗𝙿𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

chapter 7

Chapter 7 || ARROWS

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TWUMP!

The sharp sound of the arrow digging into a surface echoed in the cavernous supermarket.

Commotion erupted. Dream team had made their first move, and Team Chaos had already begun catching up to them.

Ashswags fingers clacked furiously on his board. Branzy was body slammed from behind. Dream had taken off his mask. Rekrap had anvils spammed all over. ClownPierce was swinging over and over again commanding orders in a bellowing tone.

Every voice of Team Chaos was heard in the scuffle. Well almost everyone.

Y/n froze.

Team Chaos sounded a bit quieter. A lot softer than the usual five-person entourage.

Whipping their head around, was Parrot, not the one who had initially drawn the arrow? How could the others just forget? Was it his arrow that had wooshed right past them? Was it just a fragment of their heat-oppressed brain? Or was y/n simply not able to hear the painful winces of Parrot?

Their heart ran cold, pounding against their ribs, and a cold bead of sweat formed under their pale brow. Despite the commotion, every boisterous shout was drowned by the bubbling anxiety filling up in y/n's head. The arrow had most definitely landed somewhere, the sound was a muted thunk, the same sound an arrow would make when it had pierced and sunk itself into the skin of one.

Swiishh, their ears picked a faint soft hiss. Was that blood? It sounded too grainy to be blood. It can't be blood. Parrot was most definitely just with the others.

"Parrot...?" a weak voice called out, their soft pleads suffocated by the clamor.

"I'm ok"

Instinctively, y/n's gaze followed to where his voice originated, revealing a sharp arrow embedded deeply into a rice sack. In Parrot's presumed place were his arrows and bows, flung across frantically. A pool of rice had stopped at the

Where's Parrot? Sure his weapons were there but...

Shit no if Parrot isn't here...

Nevermind– what if someone attacks me???\

Those stupid dream team people look scary, they shot the arrow what if I'm next!?!?!?

What happens if I can't defend myself and they kill me here on the spot? What if Parrot is still alive and I'm just being too overly sensitive? Maybe I'm thinking about this too much. Why didn't I say or do anything????? Stupid stupid stupid stupid—

"Boo"

"AAAAAAA WHAT THE FLIP" y/n's high-pitched shriek emerged over the others.

A sudden bright white light illuminated the space between them. A cheeky mischievous grin met the wide fear-stricken eyes, Parrot's warm face was eventually made out by the light.

"Yeah sorry about that i didn't know you would be so worried over me" A light-hearted chuckle escaped his lips.

A deep, shaky breath fills their lungs up, cool, relief, while a lingering tremor runs through their fingertips. Their shoulders sagged, no longer burdened by their fears of Parrot going bye-bye.

"Awwww?? You speechless??? Did I scare you that bad??" Parrot laughs ruffling their hair "sorry about that Im ok though now–" his eyes trailed to the glossy eyes staring at him back "Oh my god are you crying??? Im sorry I didn't mean to well on the bright side I didn't lose a feather or two"