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There was a small flash of electricity, which disappeared in an instant. Then it became silent, for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Varvara couldn’t make a sound, like she forgot she can make one. Maybe she just didn’t know what just happened. Besides the fact that her spear pierced into the clown. Zamarad even assured her it happened.
Their plan was straightforward, get him close, then stab him and to keep in place. Varvara even described like pinning lettuce in a burger. Or to stick a spider into a bowl of coffee beans. Zamarad found those metaphors odd. In the end, somehow, they managed to make it work, and got the clown with their spear. Or at least, they thought it worked.
The clown didn’t react in any way at all, like by making a sound or doing sudden jerky movements. Her head was too low and she couldn’t see, so she waited for something. Like maybe he should have started thrashing about, insulting them, then fall down to the ground, bawling his eyes out over having something pointy sticking out of him. Maybe she did something wrong, when she accidentally charged the spear with electricity. She thought that maybe she should do so to pierce his body, to make it burn through. But he didn’t do anything, and just stood there quietly. That kind of scared her.
“Did I…kill him?” Varvara asked innocently, and her body shook. That was way too gruesome of a thought, even for her, to say. So she repeated herself, by saying “Did I turn him off?” That one felt better for her.
Then a grave voice spoke.
“He is waiting…he is waiting…come…come…return..return..he is wating…he is waiting…come…come…arrival…arrival…take it over…take it over…kingdom…kingdom…” he said.
Varvara was listening intently, frozen in place. The clown kept on mumbling, his words becoming less distinguishable. At some point, she thought he spoke another language entirely. She asked Zamarad what he meant.
<I have no knowledge of that tongue.>
Varvara shrugged.
“He is waiting…for you…” she then heard.
Varvara’s perspective shifted suddenly. The spear was being raised, along with the board it was stuck on and the wooden table she was on. Varvara fell back, holding on barely to the raised contraption. Everything hanged on the shaft of her spear, both her and the table now dangling in the air. And thanks to that change of view, she could see everything. The clown lost his nose, and teeth, and ears, and hair, and eyes. Small cracks were spreading on his glistening grey skin, up to his face that showed neither a grin nor a frown.
“He is waiting…for you…” he repeated hypnotically.
Varvara, feeling her limp body shake a bit, asked, “What do you mean?”
“He…wants his kingdom…now…turn it into his…kingdom…” the clown said, acting like a possessed broken radio box.
“Barbie!!!” Flora’s voice echoed from afar.
Varvara shifted her head a bit, and could see the incoming Torque. Fotia was now sitting on the shoulders of the monster, which he did after Flora accidentally dropped him trying to run away. Meanwhile, Flora was sitting on the monster’s arms, bridal style. That happened because she was trying to shoot the monster with her at point blank, but the bugs did not take kindly to her trying to cheat and paralyzed her. To be fair on her, she tried it only because Fotia suggested it. Not only did it hurt like no other, and she hated every second of it, but they also kept buzzing, adding more to the chaos.
So now, they were riding the Torque, who had become permanently blinded thanks to combined efforts of Fotia and Flora. Fotia covered monster’s eyes, while Flora kept its hands busy with her stiff body. This created a rather silly image.
And unfortunately, Azure was not present, because he was busy with finding the nose that Chester was trapped in. It had fallen off at some point, so he went on to retrieve it. He also, thankfully, managed to take out a single juice box with him.
Varvara wondered if she could do something to get out. On one hand, she was getting tired of being stuck like this, since the clown didn’t seem to be doing anything. That was to say, except for mumbling cryptic messages. On the other, she also wished to somehow help her friends. Oh, curse the current state of her body.
<Apologies…> Zamarad said.
“It’s okay, I-“
“BARBIE, WOOD THINGY!” Flora yelled, as they were nearing in closer and closer. “WHAT YOU ARE ON! GET IT DOWN IN FRONT OF US!!!”
Getting the message loud and clear, Varvara nodded as much as she physically could, and went into action. That is to say, she would have. She looked up and down the spear, then towards the clown.
“Zamarad, can we...?”
<No, you cannot, I’m afraid,> Zamarad replied dismayingly. <But I believe I know what they want. Grab your staff, quickly!>
Varvara, with an effort, reached her hand out and grasped the spear once again. Thankfully, she had the needed strength to at least keep her grip tight. Zamarad then instructed her about focusing her electricity to perform a small burst of it towards the tip.
“Oh…how do I do that?”
“BARBIE!!!” Flora yelled. They were getting imminently closer. “NOW!!!”
Varvara wildly nodded and then immediately generated from her hands a short static of electricity. It jumped onto the staff and then leaped all the way to the tip, creating a small burst of light right by the clown’s heart. The explosion was enough to stop his mumbling.
Varvara stared at him for a bit, before asking, “Did I do it? I’m not sure…”
<You…haven’t…> Zamarad answered, without dismay. <And yet you managed to perform a feat.>
“Huh?”
A smell of burning plastic came from below her. The clown was shaking like a kitchen timer, and from his cracks came small amount of smoke and fumes. This reminded her of the story mom told her about a doll burning. And yet, the clown still held onto the spear regardless.
She thought about maybe trying that again.
“You…” the clown grumbled. Varvara immediately checked on him. While still burning, the cracks have slowly repaired themselves and the silvery grey color changed to dirty white. Two small dots made of light appeared in his eyes, and nothing else. The face morphed from blank to fury. “IDIOTIC BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS!!!” he shouted.
Varvara gulped. Then she asked, “Are…you awake sir?”
He answered by roaring. Though it sounded closer to one of those radios, distorted over years of being unattended. It was very loud and very unpleasant.
There was a sudden wall of sand sprouted right next to them. The wave fell and from behind it the Torque appeared, facing the other way from them. It rode away, as Flora stuck her head from the side, a bit awkwardly too.
“Barbie! Here’s your chance! I’m counting on you!!!” Flora yelled out, as the distance grew from them. She could see Fotia lean against the monster’s head, trying to steer it left and right, and nearly falling off in the process.
Barbie took a deep breath. Slowly her gaze moved to the clown, whose furious face left her still unsure of what to do. Varvara was completely useless as a persuader, never managing even making her father do what she asked. In fact, she would find herself giddily doing stuff for them whenever they told her it contained a prize for her. And that was not even talking about the stuff her classmates would convince her of. The other option was the spear, and so she focused on trying it again.
<You can do it, Varvara!> Zamarad exclaimed. <However, try to aim your lightning to the center of spear.>
“Like this?” Varvara asked, as bright, emerald light flashed right in front of her eyes, to a blinding degree. There was even a sound akin to thunder, though shortened and compacted. From there, Varvara realized the many unique attributes that the spear had. It quite piqued her curiosity.
<Your natural talent is astounding, Varvara!> Zamarad exclaimed. <Now then, he should->
She stopped as soon as Varvara could see the clown again, after the blindness wore off. The clown stood there, none the worse for wear, aside from the “worse” that was already there. He showed the palm of his hand to her.
“…Rubber gloves, dear child,” he said.
Varvara then saw that the spear was not piercing his chest anymore, instead held at a distance by hand. He’s really strong, she realized.
“What should we do?” she asked aloud.
“How about DIEEEE!!!”
The clown roared again and spun the spear with the whole attached thing. It slammed against the sandy floor, much sturdier than what one would think it would be. She jolted a bit, trying her best to keep holding the spear, and then felt the acute pain on the side of her neck. The sand created a small shockwave, and Varvara began coughing, as some of it ended in her mouth. Her whole body ached, neck especially, and she couldn’t see as much anymore.
Then she heard the clown leave, his uneven steps kicking the sand. When he came back, the sand was being pushed by the hammer’s head.
“Say…your prayers…” the clown said. “Oi…..hohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho….”
Varvara’s mind was in disarray of thoughts. Enough so that she couldn’t hear Zamarad’s words. She knew that the spear was now useless, meaning that once again, she was defenseless. Should she wait for Flora to come a rescue her? Probably not, as Dad said, don’t expect that bad things won’t happen just because you don’t like them. Flora needs her, and if she gets crushed her, she won’t be able to help, nor will the clown stay and probably will ruin Flora’s plan. She needed to figure out what to do, what to say.
But what could she say? Just ramble on again?
She saw him raise the mallet over his head. Something told her, perhaps Zamarad’s own words, that he probably just ignore whatever she would throw out. But what else was there? She can’t talk convincingly, she sucked at it! She is completely awful at this! Why of all things to happen it had to be this? Why couldn’t she just do this one thing, that anyone else at least knows how to do!? Why was she so useless!!?
Then something happened to her, that she did not expect. A wet liquid went down her cheek. Not that she never cried, but it was odd for her, since it sort of came out suddenly, and it was still in the middle of the battle.
<Varvara…> Zamarad said in sad tone. Varvara wanted to assure her it was nothing.
And then an idea popped in her head. Immediately, Zamarad came to an agreement for that plan, describing it as perfect. And so, as the hammer’s shadow hid the sun from her head, she began bawling. Bawling like a child, non-stop, moaning from pain, pulling her lower lip, and letting her scales get that reddish hue.
“PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!! I DON’T WANNA DIE!!!” she pleaded in her most sincerest.
The clown held the hammer high. But then he said, “You’re…you’re crying, aren’t you!?”
“I don’t wanna die…!” She had no clue she could say it so convincingly. It was almost like it was a real thing.
“Well, it’s too late. Cause now, you’re gonna become next on Vaco’s collection list!!!”
He pulled back the hammer higher. Varvara peeked for Flora again, and then continued to bawl, even harder. The clown apparently enjoyed every second of it, considering how long he took to perform the finishing blow.
“If I…die…what are you gonna do to my parents?” Varvara asked, the salt of her own tears ending in her mouth.
“Oh…you wanna know!?” the clown snickered. “Do you really want to know? After I smash you into a flat pancake, I’ll go to your house, then do a spell and make them forget who you are. Once they forget, I’ll make them forget who they are, and watch them walk around in horror, trying to understand what’s going on. Then I’ll release them onto the streets, scare them silly, and make them run, while also making them forget where they are and where they went. Then I’ll make them forget how to speak. Then I’ll make them forget how to walk. Then I’ll turn one into a Torque and use them to terrorize the other and everyone else. And finally, I’ll turn the other into a Torque too…and send them straight to ARKYO! Then…while everyone’s busy with them, destroying each other left and right, I’ll get their Cor! And once I do…I’ll finish them all! I’ll destroy that accursed ARKYO! I’ll destroy that stupid king, his daughter and the rest of her friends! AND THEN, I’ll destroy lord Vaco myself! Just…like…that!!!”
As he finished, he raised the hammer back up into the air. He then said, “Say ‘bye-bye,’ you stupid brat!”
And after that…few things ended up following one after the other quickly.
Firstly, the Torque flew in and slammed against the wooden contraption. The weight and force pushed Barbie again, which she braced by tightly holding onto her spear. The Torque tumbled several feet forward, all by itself, landing about ten feet away from the point of collision. The clown was spun around, very fast too, mostly thanks to the inertia applied to the hammer when the Torque passed. He fell extremely comically, losing the grip of the hammer, and his head down. Even his pants came undone, perhaps because the straps got ripped, and once they feel, one could see his black-hearted trousers.
The clown quickly came to, and immediately began scanning around over what happened. After quickly finding both Barbie, who was still stuck, and the Torque, who lied completely still, he began searching for his hammer. He then found it in the air, right above the Torque.
“And now we say, bye-bye!” said Flora. Her body was still stiff, yet she managed to let go of the hammer, whose initial weight return to it and crushed the monster with a big booming sound.
The clown scowled. “Aw, phooey,” he said, cursing how useless the bugs, the Torque and the hammer turned out.
Then he stood up, dusted sand off, put the pants back on, and dashed towards the poles. Perhaps he was going to have fun another day, no one ruled out that. As he neared the, to which he needed just one more part to finish, a slash came from a side. It hit his shoulder, and in excruciating pain, he fell to the ground.
As the clown wriggled and cursed, a blue colored warrior approached him. “Is it me, or I thought you still had some information to give? Time to fess up clown!” Chester said, and then pointed his sword to the former.
The clown’s fury was equal to the happiness Chester felt over being out of the nose. It really smelled there badly, apparently. And it took Azure way too long to get him free, but then again, being a ghost and trying to do simple physical tasks were not that easy.
“Ready to tell us everything?” Chester said, and flashed a smile.
“…Sure, one moment,” the clown replied.
Next thing he knew, something struck his head.
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There was a small flash of electricity, which disappeared in an instant. Then it became silent, for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Varvara couldn’t make a sound, like she forgot she can make one. Maybe she just didn’t know what just happened. Besides the fact that her spear pierced into the clown. Zamarad even assured her it happened.
Their plan was straightforward, get him close, then stab him and to keep in place. Varvara even described like pinning lettuce in a burger. Or to stick a spider into a bowl of coffee beans. Zamarad found those metaphors odd. In the end, somehow, they managed to make it work, and got the clown with their spear. Or at least, they thought it worked.
The clown didn’t react in any way at all, like by making a sound or doing sudden jerky movements. Her head was too low and she couldn’t see, so she waited for something. Like maybe he should have started thrashing about, insulting them, then fall down to the ground, bawling his eyes out over having something pointy sticking out of him. Maybe she did something wrong, when she accidentally charged the spear with electricity. She thought that maybe she should do so to pierce his body, to make it burn through. But he didn’t do anything, and just stood there quietly. That kind of scared her.
“Did I…kill him?” Varvara asked innocently, and her body shook. That was way too gruesome of a thought, even for her, to say. So she repeated herself, by saying “Did I turn him off?” That one felt better for her.
Then a grave voice spoke.
“He is waiting…he is waiting…come…come…return..return..he is wating…he is waiting…come…come…arrival…arrival…take it over…take it over…kingdom…kingdom…” he said.
Varvara was listening intently, frozen in place. The clown kept on mumbling, his words becoming less distinguishable. At some point, she thought he spoke another language entirely. She asked Zamarad what he meant.
<I have no knowledge of that tongue.>
Varvara shrugged.
“He is waiting…for you…” she then heard.
Varvara’s perspective shifted suddenly. The spear was being raised, along with the board it was stuck on and the wooden table she was on. Varvara fell back, holding on barely to the raised contraption. Everything hanged on the shaft of her spear, both her and the table now dangling in the air. And thanks to that change of view, she could see everything. The clown lost his nose, and teeth, and ears, and hair, and eyes. Small cracks were spreading on his glistening grey skin, up to his face that showed neither a grin nor a frown.
“He is waiting…for you…” he repeated hypnotically.
Varvara, feeling her limp body shake a bit, asked, “What do you mean?”
“He…wants his kingdom…now…turn it into his…kingdom…” the clown said, acting like a possessed broken radio box.
“Barbie!!!” Flora’s voice echoed from afar.
Varvara shifted her head a bit, and could see the incoming Torque. Fotia was now sitting on the shoulders of the monster, which he did after Flora accidentally dropped him trying to run away. Meanwhile, Flora was sitting on the monster’s arms, bridal style. That happened because she was trying to shoot the monster with her at point blank, but the bugs did not take kindly to her trying to cheat and paralyzed her. To be fair on her, she tried it only because Fotia suggested it. Not only did it hurt like no other, and she hated every second of it, but they also kept buzzing, adding more to the chaos.
So now, they were riding the Torque, who had become permanently blinded thanks to combined efforts of Fotia and Flora. Fotia covered monster’s eyes, while Flora kept its hands busy with her stiff body. This created a rather silly image.
And unfortunately, Azure was not present, because he was busy with finding the nose that Chester was trapped in. It had fallen off at some point, so he went on to retrieve it. He also, thankfully, managed to take out a single juice box with him.
Varvara wondered if she could do something to get out. On one hand, she was getting tired of being stuck like this, since the clown didn’t seem to be doing anything. That was to say, except for mumbling cryptic messages. On the other, she also wished to somehow help her friends. Oh, curse the current state of her body.
<Apologies…> Zamarad said.
“It’s okay, I-“
“BARBIE, WOOD THINGY!” Flora yelled, as they were nearing in closer and closer. “WHAT YOU ARE ON! GET IT DOWN IN FRONT OF US!!!”
Getting the message loud and clear, Varvara nodded as much as she physically could, and went into action. That is to say, she would have. She looked up and down the spear, then towards the clown.
“Zamarad, can we...?”
<No, you cannot, I’m afraid,> Zamarad replied dismayingly. <But I believe I know what they want. Grab your staff, quickly!>
Varvara, with an effort, reached her hand out and grasped the spear once again. Thankfully, she had the needed strength to at least keep her grip tight. Zamarad then instructed her about focusing her electricity to perform a small burst of it towards the tip.
“Oh…how do I do that?”
“BARBIE!!!” Flora yelled. They were getting imminently closer. “NOW!!!”
Varvara wildly nodded and then immediately generated from her hands a short static of electricity. It jumped onto the staff and then leaped all the way to the tip, creating a small burst of light right by the clown’s heart. The explosion was enough to stop his mumbling.
Varvara stared at him for a bit, before asking, “Did I do it? I’m not sure…”
<You…haven’t…> Zamarad answered, without dismay. <And yet you managed to perform a feat.>
“Huh?”
A smell of burning plastic came from below her. The clown was shaking like a kitchen timer, and from his cracks came small amount of smoke and fumes. This reminded her of the story mom told her about a doll burning. And yet, the clown still held onto the spear regardless.
She thought about maybe trying that again.
“You…” the clown grumbled. Varvara immediately checked on him. While still burning, the cracks have slowly repaired themselves and the silvery grey color changed to dirty white. Two small dots made of light appeared in his eyes, and nothing else. The face morphed from blank to fury. “IDIOTIC BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS!!!” he shouted.
Varvara gulped. Then she asked, “Are…you awake sir?”
He answered by roaring. Though it sounded closer to one of those radios, distorted over years of being unattended. It was very loud and very unpleasant.
There was a sudden wall of sand sprouted right next to them. The wave fell and from behind it the Torque appeared, facing the other way from them. It rode away, as Flora stuck her head from the side, a bit awkwardly too.
“Barbie! Here’s your chance! I’m counting on you!!!” Flora yelled out, as the distance grew from them. She could see Fotia lean against the monster’s head, trying to steer it left and right, and nearly falling off in the process.
Barbie took a deep breath. Slowly her gaze moved to the clown, whose furious face left her still unsure of what to do. Varvara was completely useless as a persuader, never managing even making her father do what she asked. In fact, she would find herself giddily doing stuff for them whenever they told her it contained a prize for her. And that was not even talking about the stuff her classmates would convince her of. The other option was the spear, and so she focused on trying it again.
<You can do it, Varvara!> Zamarad exclaimed. <However, try to aim your lightning to the center of spear.>
“Like this?” Varvara asked, as bright, emerald light flashed right in front of her eyes, to a blinding degree. There was even a sound akin to thunder, though shortened and compacted. From there, Varvara realized the many unique attributes that the spear had. It quite piqued her curiosity.
<Your natural talent is astounding, Varvara!> Zamarad exclaimed. <Now then, he should->
She stopped as soon as Varvara could see the clown again, after the blindness wore off. The clown stood there, none the worse for wear, aside from the “worse” that was already there. He showed the palm of his hand to her.
“…Rubber gloves, dear child,” he said.
Varvara then saw that the spear was not piercing his chest anymore, instead held at a distance by hand. He’s really strong, she realized.
“What should we do?” she asked aloud.
“How about DIEEEE!!!”
The clown roared again and spun the spear with the whole attached thing. It slammed against the sandy floor, much sturdier than what one would think it would be. She jolted a bit, trying her best to keep holding the spear, and then felt the acute pain on the side of her neck. The sand created a small shockwave, and Varvara began coughing, as some of it ended in her mouth. Her whole body ached, neck especially, and she couldn’t see as much anymore.
Then she heard the clown leave, his uneven steps kicking the sand. When he came back, the sand was being pushed by the hammer’s head.
“Say…your prayers…” the clown said. “Oi…..hohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho….”
Varvara’s mind was in disarray of thoughts. Enough so that she couldn’t hear Zamarad’s words. She knew that the spear was now useless, meaning that once again, she was defenseless. Should she wait for Flora to come a rescue her? Probably not, as Dad said, don’t expect that bad things won’t happen just because you don’t like them. Flora needs her, and if she gets crushed her, she won’t be able to help, nor will the clown stay and probably will ruin Flora’s plan. She needed to figure out what to do, what to say.
But what could she say? Just ramble on again?
She saw him raise the mallet over his head. Something told her, perhaps Zamarad’s own words, that he probably just ignore whatever she would throw out. But what else was there? She can’t talk convincingly, she sucked at it! She is completely awful at this! Why of all things to happen it had to be this? Why couldn’t she just do this one thing, that anyone else at least knows how to do!? Why was she so useless!!?
Then something happened to her, that she did not expect. A wet liquid went down her cheek. Not that she never cried, but it was odd for her, since it sort of came out suddenly, and it was still in the middle of the battle.
<Varvara…> Zamarad said in sad tone. Varvara wanted to assure her it was nothing.
And then an idea popped in her head. Immediately, Zamarad came to an agreement for that plan, describing it as perfect. And so, as the hammer’s shadow hid the sun from her head, she began bawling. Bawling like a child, non-stop, moaning from pain, pulling her lower lip, and letting her scales get that reddish hue.
“PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!! I DON’T WANNA DIE!!!” she pleaded in her most sincerest.
The clown held the hammer high. But then he said, “You’re…you’re crying, aren’t you!?”
“I don’t wanna die…!” She had no clue she could say it so convincingly. It was almost like it was a real thing.
“Well, it’s too late. Cause now, you’re gonna become next on Vaco’s collection list!!!”
He pulled back the hammer higher. Varvara peeked for Flora again, and then continued to bawl, even harder. The clown apparently enjoyed every second of it, considering how long he took to perform the finishing blow.
“If I…die…what are you gonna do to my parents?” Varvara asked, the salt of her own tears ending in her mouth.
“Oh…you wanna know!?” the clown snickered. “Do you really want to know? After I smash you into a flat pancake, I’ll go to your house, then do a spell and make them forget who you are. Once they forget, I’ll make them forget who they are, and watch them walk around in horror, trying to understand what’s going on. Then I’ll release them onto the streets, scare them silly, and make them run, while also making them forget where they are and where they went. Then I’ll make them forget how to speak. Then I’ll make them forget how to walk. Then I’ll turn one into a Torque and use them to terrorize the other and everyone else. And finally, I’ll turn the other into a Torque too…and send them straight to ARKYO! Then…while everyone’s busy with them, destroying each other left and right, I’ll get their Cor! And once I do…I’ll finish them all! I’ll destroy that accursed ARKYO! I’ll destroy that stupid king, his daughter and the rest of her friends! AND THEN, I’ll destroy lord Vaco myself! Just…like…that!!!”
As he finished, he raised the hammer back up into the air. He then said, “Say ‘bye-bye,’ you stupid brat!”
And after that…few things ended up following one after the other quickly.
Firstly, the Torque flew in and slammed against the wooden contraption. The weight and force pushed Barbie again, which she braced by tightly holding onto her spear. The Torque tumbled several feet forward, all by itself, landing about ten feet away from the point of collision. The clown was spun around, very fast too, mostly thanks to the inertia applied to the hammer when the Torque passed. He fell extremely comically, losing the grip of the hammer, and his head down. Even his pants came undone, perhaps because the straps got ripped, and once they feel, one could see his black-hearted trousers.
The clown quickly came to, and immediately began scanning around over what happened. After quickly finding both Barbie, who was still stuck, and the Torque, who lied completely still, he began searching for his hammer. He then found it in the air, right above the Torque.
“And now we say, bye-bye!” said Flora. Her body was still stiff, yet she managed to let go of the hammer, whose initial weight return to it and crushed the monster with a big booming sound.
The clown scowled. “Aw, phooey,” he said, cursing how useless the bugs, the Torque and the hammer turned out.
Then he stood up, dusted sand off, put the pants back on, and dashed towards the poles. Perhaps he was going to have fun another day, no one ruled out that. As he neared the, to which he needed just one more part to finish, a slash came from a side. It hit his shoulder, and in excruciating pain, he fell to the ground.
As the clown wriggled and cursed, a blue colored warrior approached him. “Is it me, or I thought you still had some information to give? Time to fess up clown!” Chester said, and then pointed his sword to the former.
The clown’s fury was equal to the happiness Chester felt over being out of the nose. It really smelled there badly, apparently. And it took Azure way too long to get him free, but then again, being a ghost and trying to do simple physical tasks were not that easy.
“Ready to tell us everything?” Chester said, and flashed a smile.
“…Sure, one moment,” the clown replied.
Next thing he knew, something struck his head.
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Can't wait to see Bad Guys.
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There was a small flash of electricity, which disappeared in an instant. Then it became silent, for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Varvara couldn’t make a sound, like she forgot she can make one. Maybe she just didn’t know what just happened. Besides the fact that her spear pierced into the clown. Zamarad even assured her it happened.
Their plan was straightforward, get him close, then stab him and to keep in place. Varvara even described like pinning lettuce in a burger. Or to stick a spider into a bowl of coffee beans. Zamarad found those metaphors odd. In the end, somehow, they managed to make it work, and got the clown with their spear. Or at least, they thought it worked.
The clown didn’t react in any way at all, like by making a sound or doing sudden jerky movements. Her head was too low and she couldn’t see, so she waited for something. Like maybe he should have started thrashing about, insulting them, then fall down to the ground, bawling his eyes out over having something pointy sticking out of him. Maybe she did something wrong, when she accidentally charged the spear with electricity. She thought that maybe she should do so to pierce his body, to make it burn through. But he didn’t do anything, and just stood there quietly. That kind of scared her.
“Did I…kill him?” Varvara asked innocently, and her body shook. That was way too gruesome of a thought, even for her, to say. So she repeated herself, by saying “Did I turn him off?” That one felt better for her.
Then a grave voice spoke.
“He is waiting…he is waiting…come…come…return..return..he is wating…he is waiting…come…come…arrival…arrival…take it over…take it over…kingdom…kingdom…” he said.
Varvara was listening intently, frozen in place. The clown kept on mumbling, his words becoming less distinguishable. At some point, she thought he spoke another language entirely. She asked Zamarad what he meant.
<I have no knowledge of that tongue.>
Varvara shrugged.
“He is waiting…for you…” she then heard.
Varvara’s perspective shifted suddenly. The spear was being raised, along with the board it was stuck on and the wooden table she was on. Varvara fell back, holding on barely to the raised contraption. Everything hanged on the shaft of her spear, both her and the table now dangling in the air. And thanks to that change of view, she could see everything. The clown lost his nose, and teeth, and ears, and hair, and eyes. Small cracks were spreading on his glistening grey skin, up to his face that showed neither a grin nor a frown.
“He is waiting…for you…” he repeated hypnotically.
Varvara, feeling her limp body shake a bit, asked, “What do you mean?”
“He…wants his kingdom…now…turn it into his…kingdom…” the clown said, acting like a possessed broken radio box.
“Barbie!!!” Flora’s voice echoed from afar.
Varvara shifted her head a bit, and could see the incoming Torque. Fotia was now sitting on the shoulders of the monster, which he did after Flora accidentally dropped him trying to run away. Meanwhile, Flora was sitting on the monster’s arms, bridal style. That happened because she was trying to shoot the monster with her at point blank, but the bugs did not take kindly to her trying to cheat and paralyzed her. To be fair on her, she tried it only because Fotia suggested it. Not only did it hurt like no other, and she hated every second of it, but they also kept buzzing, adding more to the chaos.
So now, they were riding the Torque, who had become permanently blinded thanks to combined efforts of Fotia and Flora. Fotia covered monster’s eyes, while Flora kept its hands busy with her stiff body. This created a rather silly image.
And unfortunately, Azure was not present, because he was busy with finding the nose that Chester was trapped in. It had fallen off at some point, so he went on to retrieve it. He also, thankfully, managed to take out a single juice box with him.
Varvara wondered if she could do something to get out. On one hand, she was getting tired of being stuck like this, since the clown didn’t seem to be doing anything. That was to say, except for mumbling cryptic messages. On the other, she also wished to somehow help her friends. Oh, curse the current state of her body.
<Apologies…> Zamarad said.
“It’s okay, I-“
“BARBIE, WOOD THINGY!” Flora yelled, as they were nearing in closer and closer. “WHAT YOU ARE ON! GET IT DOWN IN FRONT OF US!!!”
Getting the message loud and clear, Varvara nodded as much as she physically could, and went into action. That is to say, she would have. She looked up and down the spear, then towards the clown.
“Zamarad, can we...?”
<No, you cannot, I’m afraid,> Zamarad replied dismayingly. <But I believe I know what they want. Grab your staff, quickly!>
Varvara, with an effort, reached her hand out and grasped the spear once again. Thankfully, she had the needed strength to at least keep her grip tight. Zamarad then instructed her about focusing her electricity to perform a small burst of it towards the tip.
“Oh…how do I do that?”
“BARBIE!!!” Flora yelled. They were getting imminently closer. “NOW!!!”
Varvara wildly nodded and then immediately generated from her hands a short static of electricity. It jumped onto the staff and then leaped all the way to the tip, creating a small burst of light right by the clown’s heart. The explosion was enough to stop his mumbling.
Varvara stared at him for a bit, before asking, “Did I do it? I’m not sure…”
<You…haven’t…> Zamarad answered, without dismay. <And yet you managed to perform a feat.>
“Huh?”
A smell of burning plastic came from below her. The clown was shaking like a kitchen timer, and from his cracks came small amount of smoke and fumes. This reminded her of the story mom told her about a doll burning. And yet, the clown still held onto the spear regardless.
She thought about maybe trying that again.
“You…” the clown grumbled. Varvara immediately checked on him. While still burning, the cracks have slowly repaired themselves and the silvery grey color changed to dirty white. Two small dots made of light appeared in his eyes, and nothing else. The face morphed from blank to fury. “IDIOTIC BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS!!!” he shouted.
Varvara gulped. Then she asked, “Are…you awake sir?”
He answered by roaring. Though it sounded closer to one of those radios, distorted over years of being unattended. It was very loud and very unpleasant.
There was a sudden wall of sand sprouted right next to them. The wave fell and from behind it the Torque appeared, facing the other way from them. It rode away, as Flora stuck her head from the side, a bit awkwardly too.
“Barbie! Here’s your chance! I’m counting on you!!!” Flora yelled out, as the distance grew from them. She could see Fotia lean against the monster’s head, trying to steer it left and right, and nearly falling off in the process.
Barbie took a deep breath. Slowly her gaze moved to the clown, whose furious face left her still unsure of what to do. Varvara was completely useless as a persuader, never managing even making her father do what she asked. In fact, she would find herself giddily doing stuff for them whenever they told her it contained a prize for her. And that was not even talking about the stuff her classmates would convince her of. The other option was the spear, and so she focused on trying it again.
<You can do it, Varvara!> Zamarad exclaimed. <However, try to aim your lightning to the center of spear.>
“Like this?” Varvara asked, as bright, emerald light flashed right in front of her eyes, to a blinding degree. There was even a sound akin to thunder, though shortened and compacted. From there, Varvara realized the many unique attributes that the spear had. It quite piqued her curiosity.
<Your natural talent is astounding, Varvara!> Zamarad exclaimed. <Now then, he should->
She stopped as soon as Varvara could see the clown again, after the blindness wore off. The clown stood there, none the worse for wear, aside from the “worse” that was already there. He showed the palm of his hand to her.
“…Rubber gloves, dear child,” he said.
Varvara then saw that the spear was not piercing his chest anymore, instead held at a distance by hand. He’s really strong, she realized.
“What should we do?” she asked aloud.
“How about DIEEEE!!!”
The clown roared again and spun the spear with the whole attached thing. It slammed against the sandy floor, much sturdier than what one would think it would be. She jolted a bit, trying her best to keep holding the spear, and then felt the acute pain on the side of her neck. The sand created a small shockwave, and Varvara began coughing, as some of it ended in her mouth. Her whole body ached, neck especially, and she couldn’t see as much anymore.
Then she heard the clown leave, his uneven steps kicking the sand. When he came back, the sand was being pushed by the hammer’s head.
“Say…your prayers…” the clown said. “Oi…..hohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho….”
Varvara’s mind was in disarray of thoughts. Enough so that she couldn’t hear Zamarad’s words. She knew that the spear was now useless, meaning that once again, she was defenseless. Should she wait for Flora to come a rescue her? Probably not, as Dad said, don’t expect that bad things won’t happen just because you don’t like them. Flora needs her, and if she gets crushed her, she won’t be able to help, nor will the clown stay and probably will ruin Flora’s plan. She needed to figure out what to do, what to say.
But what could she say? Just ramble on again?
She saw him raise the mallet over his head. Something told her, perhaps Zamarad’s own words, that he probably just ignore whatever she would throw out. But what else was there? She can’t talk convincingly, she sucked at it! She is completely awful at this! Why of all things to happen it had to be this? Why couldn’t she just do this one thing, that anyone else at least knows how to do!? Why was she so useless!!?
Then something happened to her, that she did not expect. A wet liquid went down her cheek. Not that she never cried, but it was odd for her, since it sort of came out suddenly, and it was still in the middle of the battle.
<Varvara…> Zamarad said in sad tone. Varvara wanted to assure her it was nothing.
And then an idea popped in her head. Immediately, Zamarad came to an agreement for that plan, describing it as perfect. And so, as the hammer’s shadow hid the sun from her head, she began bawling. Bawling like a child, non-stop, moaning from pain, pulling her lower lip, and letting her scales get that reddish hue.
“PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!! I DON’T WANNA DIE!!!” she pleaded in her most sincerest.
The clown held the hammer high. But then he said, “You’re…you’re crying, aren’t you!?”
“I don’t wanna die…!” She had no clue she could say it so convincingly. It was almost like it was a real thing.
“Well, it’s too late. Cause now, you’re gonna become next on Vaco’s collection list!!!”
He pulled back the hammer higher. Varvara peeked for Flora again, and then continued to bawl, even harder. The clown apparently enjoyed every second of it, considering how long he took to perform the finishing blow.
“If I…die…what are you gonna do to my parents?” Varvara asked, the salt of her own tears ending in her mouth.
“Oh…you wanna know!?” the clown snickered. “Do you really want to know? After I smash you into a flat pancake, I’ll go to your house, then do a spell and make them forget who you are. Once they forget, I’ll make them forget who they are, and watch them walk around in horror, trying to understand what’s going on. Then I’ll release them onto the streets, scare them silly, and make them run, while also making them forget where they are and where they went. Then I’ll make them forget how to speak. Then I’ll make them forget how to walk. Then I’ll turn one into a Torque and use them to terrorize the other and everyone else. And finally, I’ll turn the other into a Torque too…and send them straight to ARKYO! Then…while everyone’s busy with them, destroying each other left and right, I’ll get their Cor! And once I do…I’ll finish them all! I’ll destroy that accursed ARKYO! I’ll destroy that stupid king, his daughter and the rest of her friends! AND THEN, I’ll destroy lord Vaco myself! Just…like…that!!!”
As he finished, he raised the hammer back up into the air. He then said, “Say ‘bye-bye,’ you stupid brat!”
And after that…few things ended up following one after the other quickly.
Firstly, the Torque flew in and slammed against the wooden contraption. The weight and force pushed Barbie again, which she braced by tightly holding onto her spear. The Torque tumbled several feet forward, all by itself, landing about ten feet away from the point of collision. The clown was spun around, very fast too, mostly thanks to the inertia applied to the hammer when the Torque passed. He fell extremely comically, losing the grip of the hammer, and his head down. Even his pants came undone, perhaps because the straps got ripped, and once they feel, one could see his black-hearted trousers.
The clown quickly came to, and immediately began scanning around over what happened. After quickly finding both Barbie, who was still stuck, and the Torque, who lied completely still, he began searching for his hammer. He then found it in the air, right above the Torque.
“And now we say, bye-bye!” said Flora. Her body was still stiff, yet she managed to let go of the hammer, whose initial weight return to it and crushed the monster with a big booming sound.
The clown scowled. “Aw, phooey,” he said, cursing how useless the bugs, the Torque and the hammer turned out.
Then he stood up, dusted sand off, put the pants back on, and dashed towards the poles. Perhaps he was going to have fun another day, no one ruled out that. As he neared the, to which he needed just one more part to finish, a slash came from a side. It hit his shoulder, and in excruciating pain, he fell to the ground.
As the clown wriggled and cursed, a blue colored warrior approached him. “Is it me, or I thought you still had some information to give? Time to fess up clown!” Chester said, and then pointed his sword to the former.
The clown’s fury was equal to the happiness Chester felt over being out of the nose. It really smelled there badly, apparently. And it took Azure way too long to get him free, but then again, being a ghost and trying to do simple physical tasks were not that easy.
“Ready to tell us everything?” Chester said, and flashed a smile.
“…Sure, one moment,” the clown replied.
Next thing he knew, something struck his head.
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There was a small flash of electricity, which disappeared in an instant. Then it became silent, for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Varvara couldn’t make a sound, like she forgot she can make one. Maybe she just didn’t know what just happened. Besides the fact that her spear pierced into the clown. Zamarad even assured her it happened.
Their plan was straightforward, get him close, then stab him and to keep in place. Varvara even described like pinning lettuce in a burger. Or to stick a spider into a bowl of coffee beans. Zamarad found those metaphors odd. In the end, somehow, they managed to make it work, and got the clown with their spear. Or at least, they thought it worked.
The clown didn’t react in any way at all, like by making a sound or doing sudden jerky movements. Her head was too low and she couldn’t see, so she waited for something. Like maybe he should have started thrashing about, insulting them, then fall down to the ground, bawling his eyes out over having something pointy sticking out of him. Maybe she did something wrong, when she accidentally charged the spear with electricity. She thought that maybe she should do so to pierce his body, to make it burn through. But he didn’t do anything, and just stood there quietly. That kind of scared her.
“Did I…kill him?” Varvara asked innocently, and her body shook. That was way too gruesome of a thought, even for her, to say. So she repeated herself, by saying “Did I turn him off?” That one felt better for her.
Then a grave voice spoke.
“He is waiting…he is waiting…come…come…return..return..he is wating…he is waiting…come…come…arrival…arrival…take it over…take it over…kingdom…kingdom…” he said.
Varvara was listening intently, frozen in place. The clown kept on mumbling, his words becoming less distinguishable. At some point, she thought he spoke another language entirely. She asked Zamarad what he meant.
<I have no knowledge of that tongue.>
Varvara shrugged.
“He is waiting…for you…” she then heard.
Varvara’s perspective shifted suddenly. The spear was being raised, along with the board it was stuck on and the wooden table she was on. Varvara fell back, holding on barely to the raised contraption. Everything hanged on the shaft of her spear, both her and the table now dangling in the air. And thanks to that change of view, she could see everything. The clown lost his nose, and teeth, and ears, and hair, and eyes. Small cracks were spreading on his glistening grey skin, up to his face that showed neither a grin nor a frown.
“He is waiting…for you…” he repeated hypnotically.
Varvara, feeling her limp body shake a bit, asked, “What do you mean?”
“He…wants his kingdom…now…turn it into his…kingdom…” the clown said, acting like a possessed broken radio box.
“Barbie!!!” Flora’s voice echoed from afar.
Varvara shifted her head a bit, and could see the incoming Torque. Fotia was now sitting on the shoulders of the monster, which he did after Flora accidentally dropped him trying to run away. Meanwhile, Flora was sitting on the monster’s arms, bridal style. That happened because she was trying to shoot the monster with her at point blank, but the bugs did not take kindly to her trying to cheat and paralyzed her. To be fair on her, she tried it only because Fotia suggested it. Not only did it hurt like no other, and she hated every second of it, but they also kept buzzing, adding more to the chaos.
So now, they were riding the Torque, who had become permanently blinded thanks to combined efforts of Fotia and Flora. Fotia covered monster’s eyes, while Flora kept its hands busy with her stiff body. This created a rather silly image.
And unfortunately, Azure was not present, because he was busy with finding the nose that Chester was trapped in. It had fallen off at some point, so he went on to retrieve it. He also, thankfully, managed to take out a single juice box with him.
Varvara wondered if she could do something to get out. On one hand, she was getting tired of being stuck like this, since the clown didn’t seem to be doing anything. That was to say, except for mumbling cryptic messages. On the other, she also wished to somehow help her friends. Oh, curse the current state of her body.
<Apologies…> Zamarad said.
“It’s okay, I-“
“BARBIE, WOOD THINGY!” Flora yelled, as they were nearing in closer and closer. “WHAT YOU ARE ON! GET IT DOWN IN FRONT OF US!!!”
Getting the message loud and clear, Varvara nodded as much as she physically could, and went into action. That is to say, she would have. She looked up and down the spear, then towards the clown.
“Zamarad, can we...?”
<No, you cannot, I’m afraid,> Zamarad replied dismayingly. <But I believe I know what they want. Grab your staff, quickly!>
Varvara, with an effort, reached her hand out and grasped the spear once again. Thankfully, she had the needed strength to at least keep her grip tight. Zamarad then instructed her about focusing her electricity to perform a small burst of it towards the tip.
“Oh…how do I do that?”
“BARBIE!!!” Flora yelled. They were getting imminently closer. “NOW!!!”
Varvara wildly nodded and then immediately generated from her hands a short static of electricity. It jumped onto the staff and then leaped all the way to the tip, creating a small burst of light right by the clown’s heart. The explosion was enough to stop his mumbling.
Varvara stared at him for a bit, before asking, “Did I do it? I’m not sure…”
<You…haven’t…> Zamarad answered, without dismay. <And yet you managed to perform a feat.>
“Huh?”
A smell of burning plastic came from below her. The clown was shaking like a kitchen timer, and from his cracks came small amount of smoke and fumes. This reminded her of the story mom told her about a doll burning. And yet, the clown still held onto the spear regardless.
She thought about maybe trying that again.
“You…” the clown grumbled. Varvara immediately checked on him. While still burning, the cracks have slowly repaired themselves and the silvery grey color changed to dirty white. Two small dots made of light appeared in his eyes, and nothing else. The face morphed from blank to fury. “IDIOTIC BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS!!!” he shouted.
Varvara gulped. Then she asked, “Are…you awake sir?”
He answered by roaring. Though it sounded closer to one of those radios, distorted over years of being unattended. It was very loud and very unpleasant.
There was a sudden wall of sand sprouted right next to them. The wave fell and from behind it the Torque appeared, facing the other way from them. It rode away, as Flora stuck her head from the side, a bit awkwardly too.
“Barbie! Here’s your chance! I’m counting on you!!!” Flora yelled out, as the distance grew from them. She could see Fotia lean against the monster’s head, trying to steer it left and right, and nearly falling off in the process.
Barbie took a deep breath. Slowly her gaze moved to the clown, whose furious face left her still unsure of what to do. Varvara was completely useless as a persuader, never managing even making her father do what she asked. In fact, she would find herself giddily doing stuff for them whenever they told her it contained a prize for her. And that was not even talking about the stuff her classmates would convince her of. The other option was the spear, and so she focused on trying it again.
<You can do it, Varvara!> Zamarad exclaimed. <However, try to aim your lightning to the center of spear.>
“Like this?” Varvara asked, as bright, emerald light flashed right in front of her eyes, to a blinding degree. There was even a sound akin to thunder, though shortened and compacted. From there, Varvara realized the many unique attributes that the spear had. It quite piqued her curiosity.
<Your natural talent is astounding, Varvara!> Zamarad exclaimed. <Now then, he should->
She stopped as soon as Varvara could see the clown again, after the blindness wore off. The clown stood there, none the worse for wear, aside from the “worse” that was already there. He showed the palm of his hand to her.
“…Rubber gloves, dear child,” he said.
Varvara then saw that the spear was not piercing his chest anymore, instead held at a distance by hand. He’s really strong, she realized.
“What should we do?” she asked aloud.
“How about DIEEEE!!!”
The clown roared again and spun the spear with the whole attached thing. It slammed against the sandy floor, much sturdier than what one would think it would be. She jolted a bit, trying her best to keep holding the spear, and then felt the acute pain on the side of her neck. The sand created a small shockwave, and Varvara began coughing, as some of it ended in her mouth. Her whole body ached, neck especially, and she couldn’t see as much anymore.
Then she heard the clown leave, his uneven steps kicking the sand. When he came back, the sand was being pushed by the hammer’s head.
“Say…your prayers…” the clown said. “Oi…..hohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho….”
Varvara’s mind was in disarray of thoughts. Enough so that she couldn’t hear Zamarad’s words. She knew that the spear was now useless, meaning that once again, she was defenseless. Should she wait for Flora to come a rescue her? Probably not, as Dad said, don’t expect that bad things won’t happen just because you don’t like them. Flora needs her, and if she gets crushed her, she won’t be able to help, nor will the clown stay and probably will ruin Flora’s plan. She needed to figure out what to do, what to say.
But what could she say? Just ramble on again?
She saw him raise the mallet over his head. Something told her, perhaps Zamarad’s own words, that he probably just ignore whatever she would throw out. But what else was there? She can’t talk convincingly, she sucked at it! She is completely awful at this! Why of all things to happen it had to be this? Why couldn’t she just do this one thing, that anyone else at least knows how to do!? Why was she so useless!!?
Then something happened to her, that she did not expect. A wet liquid went down her cheek. Not that she never cried, but it was odd for her, since it sort of came out suddenly, and it was still in the middle of the battle.
<Varvara…> Zamarad said in sad tone. Varvara wanted to assure her it was nothing.
And then an idea popped in her head. Immediately, Zamarad came to an agreement for that plan, describing it as perfect. And so, as the hammer’s shadow hid the sun from her head, she began bawling. Bawling like a child, non-stop, moaning from pain, pulling her lower lip, and letting her scales get that reddish hue.
“PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!! I DON’T WANNA DIE!!!” she pleaded in her most sincerest.
The clown held the hammer high. But then he said, “You’re…you’re crying, aren’t you!?”
“I don’t wanna die…!” She had no clue she could say it so convincingly. It was almost like it was a real thing.
“Well, it’s too late. Cause now, you’re gonna become next on Vaco’s collection list!!!”
He pulled back the hammer higher. Varvara peeked for Flora again, and then continued to bawl, even harder. The clown apparently enjoyed every second of it, considering how long he took to perform the finishing blow.
“If I…die…what are you gonna do to my parents?” Varvara asked, the salt of her own tears ending in her mouth.
“Oh…you wanna know!?” the clown snickered. “Do you really want to know? After I smash you into a flat pancake, I’ll go to your house, then do a spell and make them forget who you are. Once they forget, I’ll make them forget who they are, and watch them walk around in horror, trying to understand what’s going on. Then I’ll release them onto the streets, scare them silly, and make them run, while also making them forget where they are and where they went. Then I’ll make them forget how to speak. Then I’ll make them forget how to walk. Then I’ll turn one into a Torque and use them to terrorize the other and everyone else. And finally, I’ll turn the other into a Torque too…and send them straight to ARKYO! Then…while everyone’s busy with them, destroying each other left and right, I’ll get their Cor! And once I do…I’ll finish them all! I’ll destroy that accursed ARKYO! I’ll destroy that stupid king, his daughter and the rest of her friends! AND THEN, I’ll destroy lord Vaco myself! Just…like…that!!!”
As he finished, he raised the hammer back up into the air. He then said, “Say ‘bye-bye,’ you stupid brat!”
And after that…few things ended up following one after the other quickly.
Firstly, the Torque flew in and slammed against the wooden contraption. The weight and force pushed Barbie again, which she braced by tightly holding onto her spear. The Torque tumbled several feet forward, all by itself, landing about ten feet away from the point of collision. The clown was spun around, very fast too, mostly thanks to the inertia applied to the hammer when the Torque passed. He fell extremely comically, losing the grip of the hammer, and his head down. Even his pants came undone, perhaps because the straps got ripped, and once they feel, one could see his black-hearted trousers.
The clown quickly came to, and immediately began scanning around over what happened. After quickly finding both Barbie, who was still stuck, and the Torque, who lied completely still, he began searching for his hammer. He then found it in the air, right above the Torque.
“And now we say, bye-bye!” said Flora. Her body was still stiff, yet she managed to let go of the hammer, whose initial weight return to it and crushed the monster with a big booming sound.
The clown scowled. “Aw, phooey,” he said, cursing how useless the bugs, the Torque and the hammer turned out.
Then he stood up, dusted sand off, put the pants back on, and dashed towards the poles. Perhaps he was going to have fun another day, no one ruled out that. As he neared the, to which he needed just one more part to finish, a slash came from a side. It hit his shoulder, and in excruciating pain, he fell to the ground.
As the clown wriggled and cursed, a blue colored warrior approached him. “Is it me, or I thought you still had some information to give? Time to fess up clown!” Chester said, and then pointed his sword to the former.
The clown’s fury was equal to the happiness Chester felt over being out of the nose. It really smelled there badly, apparently. And it took Azure way too long to get him free, but then again, being a ghost and trying to do simple physical tasks were not that easy.
“Ready to tell us everything?” Chester said, and flashed a smile.
“…Sure, one moment,” the clown replied.
Next thing he knew, something struck his head.
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