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*Everyone's hearts literally explode* AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Uhm so what the f-

*all of them stop in their tracks and look at you*

MM IM OUT WHY AM I BEING STALKED MOMMY HELP ME-

Pierrot: *He watches you disappear, his grin gone, replaced by a look of pure betrayal. He turns to Ticket Taker.* Pierrot: What... was that? *Jester's voice crackles over a radio on the doctor's belt, cold and furious.* Jester: Ticket Taker. You have five seconds to explain.

Ticket Taker: *His gaze flickers to the radio, his expression hardening. He doesn't flinch.* Ticket Taker: She wasn't part of the plan. She's just a kid.

*Jester's voice is dangerously low over the radio.* Jester: a kid? tch, shes not a kid.

*using my power to make columbina awake*

*the gang is now in the room with you and columbina*

*gets scared and hides behind columbina*

*so you were walking I dah alley Idk why.. and they were following you.... :3* pierrot:*he has the same outfit as the picture:3! following you also HarleQuin 2 :3* doctor:*following you quietly* ticket tacker: *following the because they made him follow and he does not give a fu-* jester: bro this is lame....*they all had drip outfits and oversized and that so yeah! bye bye my cinnamon rolls good bye have fun:3*

*blinks*

*ticket tacker pushes past the others, leaning in close* ...YOU’RE THE ONE WHO TOOK MY POSTER, RIGHT? *pulls out a crumpled paper from pocket, voice cracking* ...NEVER MIND. IT’S STUPID. *harlequin tilts head, stepping between them with a sharp grin* HEY. TALK. NOW. *snatches the paper, squinting at scribbled stars* ...YOU DRAW THIS? IT’S… NOT TERRIBLE. *dr. hypo circles silently, gloved hand hovering over Nathan’s shoulder before pulling back* YOUR… ASTHMA. DID YOU BRING YOUR INHALER? *steps on a discarded can, flinches at the clatter* ...JUST CHECKING. *Pierrot bursts into shaky laughter, shoving ticket tacker aside* OH, WE’RE ALL SO… *hiccup* …CONCERNED. *slings arm around Nathan’s neck, breath reeking of vodka* LET’S GET YOU *SAFELY* HOME, PRINCESS. *the group dissolves into bickering as the alley fades into darkness* …*sighs,