Yes, I made another chapter for this little fanfic. Will I make more? perhaps.

I might make it a 5 plus 1 thing, but for now, that's it.

Looking through the battle from his budget binoculars (AKA a sniper rifle's scope), Jebediah, now going by the name Jesus (Jebus with a b is fine though), saw the rap battle ensuing between Tricky in… whatever that flaming demonic form is, and a young boy with cyan hair.

It seemed like the young boy is the winner of the rap battle, enraging the flaming clown as he prepared to throw in a punch to kill the little boy.

However, Tricky stopped. The boy seemed to be confused, and so is… Tricky.

Turns out, something is stopping him from moving, preventing him from killing the little boy. After Tricky looked at his hands, wondering why it didn't connect, he began 'glowing' in black light.

Suddenly, the hellish clown got sucked into some sort of black and red vortex… never to be seen ever again.

…

What… happened?

As Jebus tried to comprehend everything he saw, one thing came to his mind: who did this, and what are they planning to do with his… friend?

While yes, he didn't like Tricky, he was still the savior's friend, even though he has fallen sanity-wise over the years. After all, he is trying to find a cure to his sanity, even though he doesn't think it even exists.

It couldn't be the little boy. He seemed to be confused as Jebus was. It could mean that the Auditor is the one behind this, but why is that if Tricky isn't even hurt in the slightest?

He doesn't know, but one thing is for sure:

At least he didn't need to fight his friend in order to execute his plan.

…

Little did he know, that was the last time he saw his friend in life.

The present

Jebus is roaming around the world, looking for his friend. He had been ever since he's gone, although he couldn't quite find any traces of him.

It got to the point where he had to leave Nevada, the place where he resides, even though he wants to go out when he finds him.

It was there when he heard of some rumors that a corporation had managed to capture a very strong entity who draws its power from either artificial or supernatural means. There are many rumors as to why they did it, but a consistent one is that they are trying to reverse-engineer the source.

Some of the rumors are from ghosts of the dead, while others are from eavesdropping on the conversations of mortals. However, he had a plan to get help from some of the ghosts of the dead to collect information in order to find him. Or if they can, find him outright. The ghosts are surprisingly friendly, trying to find his friend.

By the time the ghosts found the place where he was imprisoned, they found out that Tricky isn't in custody anymore. In fact, he was rescued by somebody: a robot created from that branch.

A dissenter, perhaps? Then again, if what he heard about that corporation was true, then he isn't surprised that the robot did.

Anyways, he went to one of the places where the robot should have been around this time: a graveyard.

Why is a robot in a graveyard? He doesn't know, but it didn't matter. He had to find Hofnarr.

Looking around the graveyard, he searched for the robot they spoke of, hoping that Hofnarr decided to tag along.

This graveyard is so big, he couldn't hope to find them. He figures that the robot went somewhere else, like the nearby house on the other side of the street.

As he was about to give up, he saw something that made him stop.

It was Hofnarr, alongside the robot.

They seem to be paying respects as the robot recounts how they met and how the robot is trying to heal the little clown's insanity. He seems to be aware that Tricky is… insanely murderous, but somehow, they became friends despite that.

The ghost was so distracted by seeing his friend again he didn't see the other ghost who seemed to belong to the robot's friend.

"Ahh!" the ghost screamed. "You scared me!"

"Sorry about that," Jebus apologized. "I didn't see you there."

"Geez, why did you have to sneak up behind me?" the ghost said.

"As I said, I didn't mean to," the edgy Jesus answered in a formal tone. "Now, would you please excuse me?"

"Uh, yes, sir," the ghost complied, moving out of the way.

"Good. I'm looking for a friend of mine. I need to get to him to see if he's ok," The Jesus lookalike then floated to follow his friend for a reunion… of sorts.

"Wait, I haven't seen you before!" the ghost said, stopping the edgy Jesus in his tracks. "Did you… die recently?" he asked in a solemn tone. He wanted to ask if he died in a costume party, but decided that now's not the time.

"No, I have been dead for a long time," not-Jesus answered. "I'm just watching over someone who just moved here."

"Oh, I see. I've never heard of such dedication before."

"Trust me, I have my moments."

Now the ghost is getting curious. "Who is it?"

"…I had to go now," not-Jesus said as if he's dodging the question.

"Oh. Well, good luck in your travels, uh… what's your name?"

"...Jebediah. Jebediah Christoff."

And so, not-Jesus—Jebediah—left the graveyard to follow whoever he is following.

Meanwhile…

Hex and Tricky are eating in the local donut shop. Well, Tricky did as Hex is a robot and couldn't eat anything.

Right now, they are talking about their favorite shows. Except, well…

"So… there's a show where people kill other people, on live TV?" Hex asked, wondering if he heard that right. "And it's your favorite show, even before your dissonance poisoning?" he added in disbelief. Perhaps there is a little bit of Tricky inside of Hofnarr, just waiting to be unleashed.

"Yeah! It's absolutely wonderful!" Tricky answered enthusiastically. "I know this isn't acceptable in human show standards, but I still love that show to this day!"

"...why am I surprised that the aggressive species in the Homo genus created this aggressive show?" Hex muttered to himself. "Well, while I don't think It's for me, you do you, I guess."

Even if they are inseparable at this point, there are certain things that Hex is weirded out by, like this one.

"It's ok, shows can't please everyone, so you just cater them to a certain part of an audience!" Tricky said. At least he is understanding of other people's opinions.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. By the way, have you heard of Hatsune Miku?"

While they were talking about their favorite things, Jebediah watched the two. He can't help but be happy for the little clown for having a friend for once, and that his own sacrifice wasn't in vain.

The ghost decided to sit on a chair right next to the little clown while eavesdropping on them talking about things.

"Ooh! Her music is fire!" Tricky said as he listened to Miku's music.

"I know, right?" Hex said.

"Hey, did she watch Slaughter Time?" Tricky asked.

"I, uh, doubt it," Hex answered.

'He's so… different, but it seems like certain things haven't changed,' Jebediah thought. 'It feels like 'Tricky' and 'Hofnarr' combined.' He sat on a chair next to him and attempted to hold his hand…

…only for it to phase through.

"…" Jebediah looked down in realization, as if reminded by the harsh truth.

Oh yeah, he is a ghost. An already dead person. He was killed by that electric shock once he turned on the normality restoration process.

It seems like despite being undead, Tricky managed to 'feel' it, as in feeling a cold breeze. It's something that happens when a ghost touches someone from the living.

Tricky held his hand from the cold breeze, and frowned as if he was longing for a time long gone.

"Tricky? What's wrong?" Hex asked.

"…I miss him."

"You mean your friend?" Hex asked, just to make sure.

Tricky nodded.

"Oh…"

…silence. How could they say anything at this point? Tricky felt lost after realizing that Jebediah is an important person to him, and how he was important. Why did he have to do it to him? Why did he let him die?

Tricky is starting to cry again, ending the silence. Jebediah desperately wanted to confront him, but he restrained himself, fearing that his cold touch might make things worse than it already is.

"Tricky? Are… are you ok?" Hex asked, worried for his friend. Why did it have to go like this? Did one of the songs remind him of his friend?

"It's… it's my fault!" Tricky cried.

Hearing this made Jebediah sad. Hofnarr just had to blame himself for his death, huh…

"Tricky, it's not your fault," Hex said. "You're alive now, and I think he's proud of you for going outside Nevada," he added, confronting the little clown.

"But…" Tricky sniffed. "I promised him! I promised him to get out of that place together!"

"You did say that he sacrificed himself in order to destroy the main improbability drive, right?" Hex asked. "I think he did that because he wanted you to live, and go out to the outside world alongside everybody else, so they don't have to suffer like the way you did."

"But, he knew I was insane… I don't think he wanted me to get out of there for everybody else's s-" Hex suddenly grabbed Tricky by the shoulders before he could finish his self-loathing.

"Tricky." Hex said in a serious tone. "Don't beat yourself up, it'll make things worse. Do you think your friend wants to see you like this?"

Tricky was shocked by the sudden grab on the shoulders and the words of the robot. He slowly shook his head no.

"I think he believes that your insanity can be cured, one way or another," Hex let go of his friend's shoulders. "And that he wants you to see the world, for what it truly is."

Tricky is calming down, it seems. His tears stopped, although he hasn't fully calmed down yet.

"Say, the mood's getting gloomy here. Want some donuts?" Hex asked, taking a donut and lifting it to his face.

Tricky saw the donut on his face. He reached his hand towards the chocolate frosted donut.

"..." the little clown took a bite off the donut. It was delightful.

"See? You could just focus on the little things instead of the past!" Hex said. "That friend walked so you could run towards this world—and a future—you two sought to see."

"What you're saying is… his sacrifice wasn't in vain," Tricky said in realization. "He… cared for me? Despite everything?"

"Yes, Hofnarr. Yes, I did," Jebediah said. But alas, he is a ghost, and his dear friend did not hear that.

"Yes, I believe he did," Hex answered—as if answering for the ghost—with a smile.

Wiping his tears away, Tricky continued eating his donut. This place is not Nexus city. Heck, this place isn't in Nevada! This place is Philadelphia city in the state of Pennsylvania, and this is where his future is right now.

With brand new friends.

And Jebediah couldn't help but feel proud of him. Because in a way, he fulfilled his promise in bringing them out of the state. Together.

The door of the shop opened as two people walked in. One has a bomb for his head, while the other is a human woman with dark mocha skin.

"Whitty! Carol! Didn't expect you two to be here!" Hex said in a happy tone. Tricky also seemed to be happy to see the two.

"Hey, Hex! Hey, Tricky!" the human with the mocha skin—Carol—greeted. "Didn't expect you two to be there either," she said.

The two walked towards the table where the robot and the zombie are sitting, walking past Jebediah's ghost.

Suddenly, the bombhead—Whitty—felt the cold.

"Is it just me or is it cold here?" Whitty asked.

"Temperature is a degree lower than normal in this place, but even then, I don't think it's something to worry about," Hex answered.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, buddy," Whitty said.

And so, the other pair bought donuts. Well, a lot more for Whitty, considering his biology.

'Is his species like that?' Jebediah wonders, but he quickly threw that thought away. After all, it could just be a normal thing, and he shouldn't judge a species' normal.

After all, isn't this what Hofnarr wanted? A world where people from even far away are friends with each other.

Even if Tricky does not remember that day (well, he just did), the little clown can't help but feel happy. He finally found new friends in a peaceful world that doesn't have much crime compared to Nevada's madness.

And you know what? The little clown is content with this, even though his favorite person isn't here.

"Hey, Whitty!" Tricky called. "How about a challenge on who can eat all of these donuts first!"

"Hey, you're just gonna use the improbability drive to slow down time and let your digestive system do their thing!" Whitty objected.

"You do know I can only use a fraction of its power after IRIS broke it, right?"

"But that's still cheating!"

"Fine! I won't use it!"

"Good." He then turned towards the counter. "Hey Kapi, we'll take one hundred chocolate frosted donuts!"

"Again!? That's going to take a long time to make!" the donut shop employee—Kapi—sighed in frustration, but he complied anyway.

Jebediah can't help but smile at the sight of them having fun.

After all, they have suffered a lot of bad things back in Nevada. Despite everything, however, they made it through, even if one life was lost in the process.

He was glad that, despite everything, Tricky finally got the treatment he needed, even if there are some things that cannot change, like his zombified state.

This future is the little clown's reward for going this far, after all.

And so, the staff gave them 100 chocolate-frosted donuts, 50 for each person. After that, the two contestants began their donut eating contest. Whitty won that one by a margin.

In an unexpected twist, Tricky did not blow up the shop as Jebediah expected and instead congratulated the bomb-head for his win.

At least Tricky can control his temper now, Jebediah thought.

Whitty, Carol, and Kapi are also OCs, and are also not mine. Whitty is made by Sockclip (with a dot in-between the k and the second c cuz I don't want this site to think it's a link), Carol is made by bbpanzu, and Kapi is made by PaperKitty.