this is from pinky g rocket's klowns idea where whispering rock gets invaded by evil klown aliens and start transforming the kids and counselors into them, then causing the transformed aliens to try to get the survivors to be just like them no matter what!, we talked about it for a while some time ago and i thought about it again and wrote this since i'm a bit rusty, i also just realized that crystal wasn't supposed to be a klown but here she is.

Day 3 of Klown Hell

The cacophony of honking and hollering bled through the walls of the lodge. The old wood shook, and the floorboards creaked as the reverberations pounded the building.

From his spot by the back exit, Bobby endured the assault from the cheerleaders. Each time they smashed their fists into the door, they punctuated it with a "Punch!" The hinges squeaked, threatening to let the rattling door fly clean off and land several yards away from him.

He pressed his hands to his ears and curled into a ball. If only he managed to nab one of the spots in the game room before the coach assigned him guard duty! But the other kids had already claimed their bean bags and sentenced him out to the cramped, shadowy hallway to protect the exit. Oleander had said he needed to "pull his weight," and if there weren't maniacal killer aliens transforming everyone into a monster, then he would have strangled the coach with his bony hands.

He opened one eye and looked up. Crystal flashed a smile with hundreds of fangs in her mouth at him. Above her, Clem did the same. Their claws, skeletal and crooked, scratched the surface of the window. It keened, piercing his eardrums like twins drills through his skull.

"Ehehehe! Hi, Bobby, hiii! Come out and play!" Crystal gushed, banging on the door.

The doorknob jostled as Clem added, "Yeah! It's super mega fun being a super mega tall klown! You should try it! You already have the hair for it!"

They broke into a laughing fit. Bobby had lost count about how many times they had done so throughout the night. In his corner of the lodge, he couldn't see the clock. He estimated they had been tormenting him for two solid hours, and he wondered how they could continue screaming without their voices cracking or losing their pitch.

"Shut up. Go away, you cheer-losers," he groaned into the floor.

Crystal gasped, the frill on her neck flaring. "O-M-G! Clem! Wouldn't Bobby make the funniest-looking klown? He already has a red nose!"

"We just need to make it bulbous, Crystal! Then he can join the cool kids!"

Bobby lunged to his knees and smashed his knuckles against the door. They relented briefly, only to fly back into their hysteria. Their laughter increased tenfold at his show of resistance. They resumed punching the door, and Bobby rolled onto his bottom, expression writhing in a mixture of emotions. He wanted nothing more than to run outside and slam their heads together, just like what he did when they first started cheering at Whispering Rock. That would show them. That would shut them up.

But his body ached. His heart panged, his muscles throbbed, and his eyelids fluttered. He had only gotten three hours of sleep last night. While he suffered from periods of insomnia, this was nothing exhaustion or medication could solve. The bellowing, jeering, guffawing, and occasional cannon fire continued throughout the seemingly endless night. And sleeping on the hard, splintery floor made matters almost unbearable. All Bobby could do was hope to pass out.

He rested his head against the wall. Flecks of paint landed on his shoulders. He tucked in his knees and wrapped his arms around them, burying his head between them. His hair fell in wild curls around him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, fantasizing about tearing them limb from limb, from phalanges to ribs.

But then, despite the chaotic sounds still blasting from outside, Clem and Crystal stopped. Bobby jerked his head up and grimaced. The shadows blurred around him. He gripped his jaw, steadying his weary head. Blinking, he regained focus of his vision and squinted at the window, noticing faint scratch marks lining the pane.

Clem and Crystal were gone. In their place was a klown smiling at him with enormous pupils like black holes.

"Hello, Bobby," Chloe said, her angular shoulders hunched. She dug her hands into the door, scrapping it. Her frill fluttered as if in excitement. The splotches of color on her cheeks burned bright red. She tapped her nose, and it honked, which she had explained on a previous night was a part of the klown greeting.

"Chloe, oh, geez," he moaned, his legs slumping. He stared up at her, something he thought he would never do. She towered over him. Even with the door hiding her body and the nightly darkness surrounding her, the tiny window provided enough for him to see that she was hauntingly tall.

"Don't act like you're not excited to see me. You always are. You always will be," Chloe teased, running her hands through her tufts of hair.

Bobby winced and rubbed his arm. He couldn't refute her. He wasn't sure if he wanted to anyway.

"What do you think of this night? Quite lovely, isn't it? Fun? Exuberant? Raucous?" Chloe asked over the sound of fireworks and mayhem.

"Sure, it's a gas if your name is Razputin Aquato," he huffed, crossing his arms.

She scoffed. A few fangs slipped over her lips. The frill on her neck sagged, and she tilted her head. "You would enjoy it, too, if you took me up on my offer. Many of our cohorts already have understood the pleasantries and wonders of our species." She clicked her tongue. "Denying the inevitable conquest of my species will do you no favors in lieu with my superiors when we eventually contaminate you all. We may even leave this planet with you as nothing more than cotton candy goo. I already have leeway with them, so if you come quietly, then I'm sure we can have as much fun as possible together."

"Wha-? Leave the-?" He looked like a deer in headlights. The possibility of the klowns taking off in their spaceship never struck him. With the few days he spent trapped in the lodge with the survivors like a rat in a cage, he foolishly believed she would have been taunting him forever. "You can't leave," he blurted, stumbling to his feet. He leaned into the wall, supporting himself when his legs threatened to give out. "Ya can't go off with them. Ain't that against, uh, the-the-what was it? The Greater Galactic Council? Community? Chloe-"

She broke into a grin, one filled with razor-sharp teeth. Her nose pressed against the glass, uttering a honk that made him meet her gaze. "Of course we will leave, and I will go with them. I am now one of them," she said, and chills raced down Bobby's spine, "and when I do, you will be alone." The skin on her painted cheeks stretched as she smirked. "You don't want that, right? We can have fun together, Bobby, but you need to make a commitment."

He stared at the monster claiming to be the only person he wanted to protect. She never stopped sneering at him. Amusement twinkled in her massive eyes. She twisted the doorknob, tempting him. She pointed at it as well and inclined her head behind her where flashing lights and hooting klowns and their beasts awaited.

"There is still time, my Fathian friend. It doesn't have to be this way," she promised in a voice as smooth as velvet. "Open the door, and you can be a klown prince."

He turned on his heel and stumbled as quickly as he could away from her and her lies. Bobby hobbled, nearly tripping into the nearest lunch table. Chloe cackled behind him, filling his head and hurting his brain. His vision swam with vertigo and tears. He cupped his mouth and choked down a sob, walking aimlessly until he came to a stop near the kitchen where hushed voices caught his attention.

He heard a very interesting confession from Maloof, one that made his blood boil red hot. As Mikhail consoled him, Bobby leered at the back exit. If Chloe wanted a guinea pig, then he'd get her two.