H8_Roger

Level 1.2

P.O.V Switch: Josephine ""Joey" King

Within the Chi Pot Lee restaurant were four-

"We having a good day everyone?" Dry laughter followed, sounding like a raspy rattle as the tall clown motioned for an irritated Mat to sit down.

Within the restaurant were five clowns of varying sizes and colours, armed with purple ray guns, pointing them at people and generally being a nuisance. Additionally they were all covered in grime and tracking dirt everywhere, definitely from outside CCC. Their weapons were tacky and toy-like but with access to weapons from all dimensions, there was no telling if they were legit or not, and nobody was willing to risk testing them.

"Ev'body stay calm! I'm sure you all un'stands the gravy of the sit-sit-situation! We just wanna find our boy! We'll take 'em and leave you be." The obese clown waved around his gun like it was classroom hand pointer, the gun looking comically small in his white gloved ham hand. People nonetheless duked and cowered when it was pointed their way.

"Gravity, not gravy." Joey blurted out without thinking, putting her hands over her mouth, and cursed at her stupidity internally when she saw ATM facepalm.

"Damn nerd!" The obese clown aimed the Supernova Ray Gun at her. "You think that just cuz you went to fancy universe high school you better than me?!" His pink face paint not hiding how sweaty and angry he was.

"Universi-No! No, I-uh, don't. Sorry." She kept her hands up and in view to look as complacent as possible.

"Why-oh-why I oughta-"

"Bozo, focus." The tall clown with a raspy voice and red face paint said before jumping on an empty table.

"S-S-Sorry, boss.

"Alright, customers-to reiterate what my friend here said-hi." He made a grand motion, as if he had just said something hilarious, but nobody laughed. "Let's get to know each other."

He motioned with his gun to the sweaty pink-faced clown, who still had his eyes fixed on Joey. "That's Bad Joker Bozo."

"I'm Bad Joker Bozo!" Bozo gave a silly laugh in a manner that made it seem like his name was news to him to, as he honked his round blue nose.

"Jester Girl." He pointed to a skeletally thin girl sitting on the counter with green face paint, her gun trained on the employees. She gave a gleefully insane giggle at the mention of her name.

"Harlequin Tarlatan." A muscled clown with purple face paint did a cartwheel.

"And um..." He seemed to be stumped on the last clown's name. They seemed more like a mime than clown however as they made several hand motions.

"Mime...man."

He then motioned to himself with his ray gun. "And I'm Punchline. Together we are-"

All of them stopped what they were doing and yelled at the top of their lungs. "Last Punchline!"

"Wait, your name is the same as your group? Are you the last Punchline?" Mat asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin absentmindedly.

"No, hopefully the first of many." Punchline said dryly.

Mat responded with a slow chuckle, to a snorting laugh that climaxed into hysterical laughter as he jumped out of his seat.

"Mat..." ATM spoke with concern in their voice-that Mat promptly ignored.

"I thought you guys were someone dangerous, like the End of Eras. But Last Punchline? No one's ever heard of you." He laughed harder. "And after today...no one ever will." He pushed up his glasses and stopped laughing, all the ray guns pointed at him.