"Crap, crap, crap..."

Another explosion went off as Nathan Drake barely dodged another explosive. He was taking deep breaths, and looked incredibly worn out. Why you ask?

Sweet Tooth was there.

Now usually Drake would fight a pyscho with no issue, but there was ONE problem: Sweet Tooth was a clown. Drake is terrified of clowns

"Aw man...just my luck..." Drake said to himself as he barely rolled away from the clown's foot trying to kick him. How'd he get here? He was following a map that would lead to some treasure.

And plus, the sights were bizarre.

Sure, the El Dorado curse was a Zombie Plague, and Shambala housed sap that makes you superhuman...

But nothing...

Nothing was weird...

...As fighting a clown who's head was on fire in a graveyard that had a talking gargoyle, and the surroundings occasionally going white to shoot black ink.

Well, he DID fight a solider with futuristic weaponry, a giant diving suit...thing, and a bloodthirsty warrior that claimed he was "The Ghost of Sparta" at San Francisco...and the fight continued in SPACE, so he shouldn't really be odded out.

Hell, it was lucky that he managed to trick the warrior into running off the ledge when they WERE being lifted into space. He most likely died from the height.

Shaking off his thoughts, Drake looked at Sweet Tooth. "Y'know, clowns like you are Grade-A Nightmare Fuel." He quipped shakily.

"Is that so? No wonder why everyone is afraid of me..." Sweet Tooth said evilly, as he slowly approached Nathan.

His speed suddenly increased as he lifted a machete to murder the treasure hunter. Nate quickly rolled to the side and kicked him over, causing the clown to drop the machete as it slid away.

But Sweet Tooth got up and punched Nathan in the stomach. Nate tried to retaliate with a haymaker but Needles shoulder bashed him away, before uppercutting Nate across the jaw.

"Gah, god, that hurts..." Drake mutters before seeing Sweet Tooth about to stomp on his head. Eyes widening, he quickly puts a grenade in the clown's pants rolls away.

"3, 2, 1..."

BOOM!

Nate took a look and smiled. "That should be it...yeah."

Then Sweet Tooth stepped out of the flames. "Thought you could cheap shot me, huh?"

"...Son of a bit-" He cut himself off as he ducked underneath a chainsaw swing. Nate quickly grabbed one of the guns around the area and was now holding an AK-47. "Alright, asshole! Come and get some!"

Sweet tooth ran like a maniac (which is what he is) towards Drake and started running and gunning. Managing to shoot the chainsaw out of Kane's hands, Drake rushed in and hit him with the rifle butt.

"This is starting to make me angry.." Needles muttered as he grabbed a nearby shotgun and shot Nate in the arm. He then was kicked over.

Having retrieved his machete, he lifted it up and put it at Drake's neck. "A shame you won't scream as much as my wife did...but say hi to her."

Before Needles could actually cut Drake's head off, a boxing glove hit Needles in the head. Momentarily dizzy, the killer clown turned to the attacker...just to suddenly be attached to a firework out of nowhere and be blasted off into the distance, leaving nothing but a colorful explosion in the sky.

"Oh thank god...you saved my ass there..." Drake began, before noticing who exactly saved him: a small sack thing.

The small sack waved hello, and was seemingly asking if Drake was okay. "uh...I'm okay, thanks..."

Sackboy smiled and waved goodbye as he went on his way. Drake stared quietly, before getting up, reloading his gun, and heading into the opposite direction.

"I'm leaving before any more killer clowns show up."