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Fernwillow walked into the bar. There were clowns everywhere, eating ass, among the usual suspicious characters that frequented the bar. She wasn't that surprised, but the clowns weren't whom she was looking for.
"Hey, bitch!" Fernwillow grabbed a short, burly man with tattoos. She spoke to him, establishing superiority by making sure to avoid eye contact, and peered past his shoulder. "Tell Ivanovlight Fartcloud to come meet Chicken Poopsmear."
"Okay, bitch," the short, burly man responded with wide eyes and a dramatic, high voice.
Without looking at his face, Fernwillow nodded at the tattooed midget, who scurried away instantly. Her code name 'Chicken Poopsmear' was well-known in this part of town. When these two words were said together in any order in any sentence, even the most powerful grown men cowered in fear of her potential presence. Queen Chicken Poopsmear was known to be uncontrollably crazy, unpredictable, and downright fucking insane.
She sat on a random chair/stool thing at the bar, waiting for Ivanovlight Fartcloud. Out of the corner of her right eye, she saw Ivanovlight Fartcloud walking towards her, pretending that he wasn't scared as shit of her. Hell, everyone in the bar knew Fernwillow was insane, especially when she insisted that her actions were perfectly normal.
Fernwillow didn't even turn her head at Ivanovlight Fartcloud when she saw him in her peripherals, until a familiar clown stopped in front of him.
"Can I eat your ass?" the monochrome clown that Fernwillow encountered before asked Ivanovlight Fartcloud. Ivanovlight Fartcloud stepped away in a fright, clutching his heavily tattooed, bulky arms. Trembling, he grabbed a pistol from his belt and pointed it at the scared as shit clown.
"FUUUUUUCK YOU'RE IN DEEP SHIT, YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE GET AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I SHOOT YOU DOWN," Ivanovlight Fartcloud screamed like a little girl.
Fernwillow stood up and took one step towards Ivanovlight Fartcloud. "Calm down, Ivanovcloud Fartlight, let's all play a game of Russian Roulette."
Ivanovlight Fartcloud nodded happily, forgetting about the perverted clown. "Sure, Your Highness Chicken Poopsmear." He handed her the pistol.
Fernwillow took the pistol and fired it randomly into the curious yet scared crowd until all the bullets were out. They all screamed. She didn't check to see if there were any casualties. To her, it was all fun and games.
"Clown 1 and Ivanovcloud Fartlight," Fernwillow said. "I'm going to start." Ivanovlight Fartcloud nodded respectfully as she took out her AK-47, loaded it however you're supposed to load a gun for Russian Roulette, and pointed it at her head. "Continue until the last survivor."
"Okay," said the monochrome clown, who looked around nervously. He didn't want to play AT ALL, but had to because everyone in the crowd and Queen Chicken Poopsmear were counting on him.
Fernwillow pulled the trigger without hesitation. No shots fired. She handed the AK-47 to the clown.
Clown 1, who wanted to be as badass as Fernwillow, gulped and tried to look brave. He pulled the trigger.
His brains splattered across the floor. Onlookers gasped in disgust and shock, but stopped being pussies when Fernwillow glared at them. Fernwillow took the AK-47, now soaked in ass-eating clown blood, and handed it to Ivanovlight Fartcloud. "Shoot yourself."
Ivanovlight Fartcloud gulped and nodded. Like Clown 1, he tried acting bravely, but it was a much better act that Clown 1 put up. Fernwillow saw right through him.
Yet so did the next bullet.
Fernwillow smiled as she wiped off the AK-47 with a dishwasher cloth she had snatched from the appalled bartender when Ivanovlight Fartcloud had blown his head off.
Tying up loose ends. Her job here was done.
