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Clownpierce had reached the end of the bridge. Standing before two twin iron doors. It stood sealed beneath an arched frame that curled like the spine of a sleeping beast. If anything, it looked like the spine of a sleeping beast. Clown must've brought it back home as a souvenir..
There were vines of blackened metal with unnatural spirals. Following along with tinted glass panes with the glow of twin yellow lanterns.
Clown pushed opened the grand doors, as they moved, they began to creak. Making an unforgettable eerie noise. He stepped in, scanning everything in his line of sight, making sure everything was still in place.
Clownpierce turned around and began to close the grand doors. It made the haunting noise again, it was just as loud as when he first opened the doors.
The doors made a thud as it was fully closed. Once the doors were fully closed, Clown heard footsteps from behind him approaching rapidly. He immediately became alerted and got his guard up, he swiftly turned around, grabbing his scythe from behind his back in the process, thinking it was an intruder. But just as he turned around and swung his scythe, it wasn't an intruder.. The blade of his scythe was just inches away from someone very special to him. The person immediately stopped in her tracks.
“Woah woah! I mean no harm Mr. Clownpierce!” The person opposite him said, voice sounding quite intimidated.
“Oh, so good to see you again, Kaboodle.”
Clown withdrew his scythe, placing it back in its original spot. His voice was dull, as always. Kaboodle giggled.
“No need to be such a humble Clown, I am your sister after all.” Kaboodle said, smiling and giggling. Such a cheerful girl.
“.. Right, Kab.” Clown said, voice sounding much more normal than his usual dull voice.
Kaboodle had cornflower blue hair. It was long, flowing, and wavy with her Rouge-pink coloured eyes. Her hair bounced as she stepped back.
She wore a white-bunny headband on her head while her outfit is sleek and modern, mostly in shades of blue, white, and black. She's wearing a cropped blue jacket that was slightly brighter than her hair, over a dark, form-fitting top with a diamond-shaped emblem. Around her waist is a belt with a small, white, bunny-faced charm. Her pants are tight and detailed with dark and light blue panels, along with straps and buckles, and she has tall white boots with a glowing blue diamond emblem on the front, and she wears fingerless gloves on her hands.
Sister of.. Clownpierce? At first glance you would think they aren't related.
Kaboodle broke the silence before it became any more awkward.
“You're home quite early! No vampires for slaughtering?” Kaboodle said cheerfully as she moved to Clown’s left side, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Clown stared at Kaboodle with her hand on his shoulder. “Unfortunately, no.”
Clown started walking to his left towards the living room, while Kaboodle also followed him. “Aww, that sucks! Well at least you're here with me now. I prepared some tea! Want some?” Kaboodle joyfully said, practically dragging Clown to the couch to have him take a seat.
“Sure, I'm looking forward to it, Kab.” Clown said as he was being dragged to the couch. They both finally make it to the living room and Clown sat down on the couch.
Kaboodle left the room to bring over the tea she had made. A few seconds after Kaboodle had left the room, Clown unclasped the belt that hooked the mask onto his face. He set the mask beside him, then removed his jester hat.
His hair flowed out, it was wavy and slightly shoulder-length. Styled in a wolf-cut manner. At the tips of his hair, there were dark red accents as the rest of his hair was jet black. At first glance, you wouldn't be able to tell, is it just red hair dye? Or is it the blood of his victims he has spilled all over the years? His eyes were dark brown. Quite difficult to see as you would confuse it with black.
His gaze turned to the fireplace beside him as he rested his hand on the armrest of the couch, palm supporting his chin as he stared into the crackling fire. The warmth in the room faded a little when Kaboodle stepped out. Silence returned, aside from the crackle from the fire. Clown was grateful Kaboodle was in his life, he could feel something around her.
Clown was lost in his thoughts, which was interrupted with the rapid footsteps of Kaboodle coming back with the tea.
Kaboodle stepped into the living room with a teapot, and tea cups. She sat opposite Clown and set down her items, her hands finally free. Smiling like a child, as she poured the tea for the both of them. Clown stared down at her pouring the tea.
As Kaboodle finished pouring the tea into both the cups, she grabbed her cup, which was decorated with flowers, a blue sky, a sun, and a patch of grass, in contrast to Clown’s cup which was just.. Black.
She raised her cup and said, “Cheers!”
Clown just smiled. Kaboodle was one of the only people who he trusted to see him unmasked, his sister, his best friend. Clown grabbed his cup and raised it to the same level as hers. “Cheers.”
They both laughed and drank their tea. Kaboodle took a few sips while Clown downed the drink at once. Kaboodle giggled at that.
Clown laid back in his seat, lost in his thoughts again. He felt a bit guilty because he wasn't making conversation with Kaboodle. Clown closed his eyes for a moment. In his mind, it replayed. A haunting scene he could never forget. A choice he could never forgive.