#clownstracted

[thatchessculatedquickly]

continuation for @clownstracted from here

after her abstraction it was the moments like this that he felt at his lowest. he just missed her so much. everyday. it was like some horrid, awful, vivid nightmare that he begged and pleaded to wake from already, but he still here and... she... isn't...

this aching in his heart made him feel like he was going to go insane from how much he missed her.

but...

as he listens to his friend, as he soaks in those sincere words it helps pull his head out from the clouds of doubt. kaufmo's right, and kinger knows that. as long as he has her memory she won't fully be gone, no matter how much it hurts him. memories aren't the same as her being there physically, of course, but he'd be strong. if not for anyone else, then at least for queenie. kinger partially blames himself for her abstraction. he should have done more to help stop it and that guilt will eat at him for an eternity.

with a soft sigh the chess piece shifts to sit down upon checkered flooring, disembodied hand hugging lower body to his chest.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ you're a good friend, kaufmo... ��� he says softly, eyes focused upon his robe, ❝ i should consider myself lucky to have even been able to be with my wife here. most are just whisked away from their families, never to see them again. ❞

he does feel lucky. very lucky. luckiest man that's ever been in this circus hell.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ i just wish there was something i could do to help them, ❞ he gazes to his clown companion, then back down at his robe again, ❝ the abstracted, i mean. i don't remember if i ever told you, but i have 7 years of computer science under my belt, and you'd think i'd be able to do more with that kind of knowledge in hand. ❞

fixing bugs would be a lot easier from the outside.

maybe... if he can keep himself from loosing it he can try to see if he can do something. anything. heck, it might prove to be a decent distraction in the long run.

[yarnhearted]

“Hey @clownstracted!” Ragatha greeted with her usual optimistic smile. Stopping at his side with hands clasped in front of her skirt. “Any sign of Caine yet?” It’s another day, and that meant another adventure. But if they were lucky, they’d have a quiet morning till things kicked off.

“I don’t think the others have left their room yet.” A gentle giggle. “Looks like it’s just us.”

[lukehazardly]

My clown (47m) wont stop screaming at me (23m)

i might be too youthful to be accepting the clown care of a harlequin, but i’ve followed every clown care guide i could find dutifully. every morning, every night, i’ve read nothing but clown care guides; some of them even specific to harlequins. but nothing is working.

clownssentially, i went down to his clownclosure one night because i heard extremely loud screaming and i was very worried for the well-being of my clown. i saw a strange poster on the wall with two clown masks on a black background, and i think he was doing karaoke with it but it’s just screaming? how is screaming karaoke? clownever, he didn’t stop at just screaming in that scenario. when i asked him what he was doing all he did was scream at me. it was like all languages he previously knew were purged from his mind and now the only clownacular he clownderstands is yelling clowngressively. i’ve tried clownevery food to give him; trusted clowntton candy brands, clownthically-made clown milk, i’ve even went to clowns-r-us to buy him  clownther, more pleasant toys to clownstract him from what i can only clownssume is clowncore, but he clowndoesn’t care. clowncore is the only fate he knows. i am clown with clown clownxpressing clownself, but what i’m clown clownkay with is clown clown were in the clowns-r-us he just clowntinued sclownreaming. his sclownreaming has gotten clowngressively better, though -- if that’s worth clowning clownyway. clany clhelp clown clownppreciated.

[thatchessculatedquickly]

" we're in this together . "

the sounds of nightmares starters / accepting ㅤㅤㅤㅤ@clownstracted

nervously, fingers tip tap against one another. another adventure, another situation gone terribly wrong. kinger's personal record with caine's adventure wouldn't be as bad as pomni's, but this one??

so far it's been pretty bad for kinger, and now the poor paranoid chess piece has himself hidden ( as well as he can be ).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ooooohhh.... i knew i should've sat this one out...!! ❞ the chess piece whines, seemingly caught in his own little distressed world.

however, for once, he seems lucid enough to really hear kaufmo's words as they're spoken. able to really hear them. as icy hues peers from his friend back down to his hands as he thinks, gaze flicking back to the hand held out for him to take.

despite the obvious fear and nervousness detached gloved hand takes kaufmo's and he silently helps himself to stand.

❝ can we just get out of here?? these 'mystic woods' are going to make me loose the few marbles i have left ― ❞ he lightly jokes, hoping it'll help himself feel better. kaufmo's joke usually did so maybe his own would too. of course, it wasn't as effective, but his mood lightens, albeit slightly.