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It had been a hell of a day for a young, intrepid boy named George and his eternal quest for chocolate with caramel in it. He managed to snag quite a few bags of them from different places, and found a few pieces for his costume he had planned. All in all, it was a good day, until he saw the weird clown. He hadn't really cared at first, it was a clown, and Go wasn't the biggest fan of them anyway. But he stopped, unsure why, until it was like he realized no one else was paying attention to the clown, just him, anyone else around him were just walking around, going about their day, even kids who would normally stop, Go felt sorta bad honestly, the guy was creepy as hell, because hello, clown, but he was just doing his clown job in these hard times. No matter the toys, balloon animals, or even pie tricks, hell, Go had to give the guy props for the pie tricks, noone paid him mind. Go himself was finally going to move, he could only watch in horror and fascination for so long, until the clown looked his way, and smiled.

Oh hell no.

The guy made his way over, and Go just kind of speed walked away, trying desperately to ignore the squeak of giant shoes gaining speed. s**t would hilarious if it wasn't happening to him.

It was maybe ten minutes later, as he maybe thought of giving up and just accepting his possibly horrific death by clown, after failing to lose the guy when he ran into a girl, literally bumping into her and knocking them both to the ground. s**t, s**t no. He grabbed her hand, smiling at her in what he hoped was charming, or sexy, and not at all freaked out. "Sweetie! Nice to run into you! What coincidence you and I were looking for each other, and now need to step off and go right away." He kept talking, moving with the girl, and the clown not far behind. He accidentally got her involved and friggin knew it. Now he had to keep going. "What do ya say we go back to that coffee house you and I like?" He asked, never minding her answer, slyly reaching for his phone and typing a quick message passing it to her. "Here, I got a bit lost looking for you. Can you check the map and directions I entered?" He bent down to her ear level. "Please, i"'m so sorry."

(Message says "CLOWN ON THE LOOSE BEHIND ME, CANT OUT THE CLIWNDOWN KEEP WALKING, SRY" )

Owe her? Hell, he was going to give her a medal and his undieing gratitude when this was over. It's not every day you meet anyone brave enough to go along with dodging a literal creepy clown, not the sleezy drunk clowns who hit on girls and were probably all serial killers. He ushered them towards the direction of the city, to the actual coffee shop, unfortunately for George, it seemed he really was lost crap.

"Honey, how far from here do you live? I want that coffee, but i'm thinking maybe we should cut to your house instead?" He asked, slightly out of breath from the fast walking, he typed hurriedly into his phone again, showing it to her quickly enough for her to read (AM REALLY LOST, NOT SURE WHAT DO) All the while the clown didn't seem to slow, instead, it sounded as if he were speeding up.

George sent a text after deleting what he typed to his mystery heroine, hoping the person responded soon, he didn't know how much longer they could keep walking.

Oh, he sure did ******** good it seemed, his bad. He let her push him into a pizza parlour, nearly crying at the relief the clown wasn't there. "Okay so first, I'm definitely getting whatever you want here, anywhere, for eternity for going along with me, my name's also george,." Having remembered at the last second cee had just introduced herself. "Second, I have no damn clue. I was just watching him perform, feeling bad because noone else seemed to give a s**t he was working his clown a** off for that bread, and then he looked over at me once I couldn't bear to look anymore, then just started following me, I ran into you and here we are! I don't know what to doooooooo." He ended, whining and slumping forward on the table. He sure was in a mess, and he really felt like he totally involved Cee too.


As he laid there, feeling sorry for himself, he heard it. Faint, but it was there.

A squeak.

And that was all George needed to take off, leaving Cee behind. He'd make it up to her if he saw her again, he really did owe her.

Thankfully, it looked like the pizza place was close to his neghborhood, how he didn't notice that before, he'd never know, and thankfully the damn clown was still only following him, hadn't stayed behind to hurt his possible new friend. But he clown was also close, too damn close. Using all of the remaining energy he had left George bolted for his front door, leaping at it as he felt hands graze his back, he quickly slammed the door on the creeps face, locking his door and shakily getting out his phone to call the police.


Jesus, clowns were the worst