Chapter 3
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A full formed clown now stood in front of me. The hallowed eyes were still gushing red liquid that craved a path down its cheeks that were gaunt and bony like the clown had been starved and then dried out. Its body reeked a putrid smell which reminded me of death and decay. It had an ax in its hand and a twisted smile adorned its face, its teeth were pointed like spikes and black tar leaked slightly out of its mouth.
All of the sudden it started to run towards me, my stomach lurched as it sprinted towards me. Reacting on pure instinct and adrenaline, I dodge the ax blow that tries to take off my head. The ax slams into the body of my snake, with give off a dull clang. Swinging my hand forward, I slam the knife in my hand into the neck of the clown.
Blood ran hot down my hand as a torrent of the liquid splashed out of its neck. However, it didn't seem to stop the demented clown, it raised the ax in its hand and brought it straight down towards my head.
It was going to hewn off my head, however, before it could reach my neck. A purple shadow shot out and snaps the clown's arm and half of its body into a gaping mouth. Dark red liquid and purple fluid ran down the jaw of the snake landing on my cheek.
At this point, the clown had stopped struggling and the snake shook its head and I watch as its jaw compressed, turning the clown into a disgusting puddle of flesh and clothing. The snake then spits out the ax that was in its mouth, down right next to me.
Reaching out, I pick up the slimy ax and look at it. Surprisingly, the ax itself didn't weight altogether too much. It was like lifting paper, locking a hand around the ax. I suppose I'd use this it should do more damage than the knife. Actually, I didn't see the knife at all.
Casting a glance behind the snake, I notice that more of the gaunt zombie looking clowns had managed to free themselves from the enclose of their paintings and were all looking at me with their hollowed eyes and twisted smile.
Looking ahead of me, I find that there aren't as many clowns free from their paintings.
"I suppose our only choice is to go forward. Can you clear a path for me?" I ask the snake. Its amber eyes are narrowed as it looked forward, I didn't even give a sound as it pounced forward towards another clown that had been approaching us.
It's huge mouth swallowing the clown and turning it into another puddle of liquid. It began to plow forward like a train. Smiling to myself, I chase after the clown in a dead sprint. The stench of death was overflowing as I followed behind the snake that was clearing my path.
There was all sort of things lying on the ground as we moved forward. I saw some more axes and a few other gizmos. After what seemed like hours but was only a mere ten minutes we're out of the long hallway of paintings and come to a halt in a large circular room.
Falling down, I heave in deep breaths of the clean air. The stench of blood and sulfur was far less prominent in the room. The snake coiled around my body protectively. Sweat poured off my face in big drops. My back was also covered in a cold sweat. Shifting slightly, I glance around the room that we now find ourselves within.
There were a couple painting hanging in this room, however, it wasn't like the hallway where there was a painting every couple feet. Only five of the clown painting hung in this room. Yet a sinister feeling seems to hang in the air. Tilting my head to the side, I watch as a glob of black liquid begins to pour from the painting to my far right.
Soon other blobs of color began to pour from the four other paintings that were spread throughout the room. Black, Red, Yellow, Blue, and Green. Each of the puddles began to take the shape of a human, the features of each of the creatures began to take shape.
The black blob was the first to take shape, it turned into a man with one of those theater masks on its face. Black soulless eyes peered out from behind the mask, that was shaped in a frown. He had a mane of curly black hair, and he was wearing a pair of striped black and red pants, with a small red jacket. His toned stomach was on display.
A couple of juggling balls were in his hand and he began to juggle the balls. Laughter began to pour out of his mouth with a high-pitched sound.
'Hello Player, you've arrived at a mini-game known as Clown Mashing. You are tasked to eliminate the Five Advanced Clowns or survive a total of twenty minutes without dying. If you manage to defeat all five of the clowns, then you'll obtain a rare treasure chest! Please prepare yourself you've got five minutes before the timer starts.' A childlike voice float through the air, from an unknown point.
In front of me on the far wall where the yellow blob had taken the form of a busty female a huge digital timer appeared. It began to tick down. Pushing myself to my feet, I feel slightly fatigued. However, it also feels like I'm slowly recovering. The sweat had stopped pouring down my face.
Reaching my hand out, I pat the head of my snake. He- I'm assuming it's a he- looks at me with his huge amber eyes that have a black slit in the middle of them. "Can you kill them all by yourself?" I ask him.
He shakes his huge head, signaling 'no'. I sigh to myself, that was to be expected. These five clowns gave off a completely different vibe from the ones that had spawned out of the hallway. Each of the clowns had a distinctive look, compared to the ones in the hallway.
The clown that had spawned out of the black substance was male and had a frownie face on his mask, while the clown that had come from the yellow was busty and had a smiling mask, the yellow paint seemed to pour out of the eye sockets of her mask. She was dressed like a traditional clown with goofy shoes and big pants, yet her boobs were being supported by just a thin strip of material.
The green clown was a young boy that had moved closer towards the blue blob which was a clown that looked almost identical to him. Just the clothes were different colors and their mask respectively only had half a face the rest was left plain.
The red clown had rather androgens features and had a mask that had a red star over the left eye. A huge hammer was resting lightly between its fingers. Other than watching me, none of the clowns had moved an inch towards me.
Casting a glance back at the timer it read 3:24 and it kept ticking down.
"How many clowns can you handle?" I ask.
Three sharp hisses ring out and he begins to unwrap from around me. Letting his long body completely unravel. Its slitters to stand next to me. "Three huh? Well, that's not too bad, I think I can take the other two. I should come up with a name for you." I mutter to myself as I shrug off the backpack and unclip it before shoving my hands into it.
Again, the images of objects are projected into my mind as I search for more weapons. A sword comes into my mind. It's emitted a biting cold frost and glowed a vibrant purple, well a futuristic sword check.
Withdrawing the sword from the bag, I push the bag to the side of the room. I didn't need anything to weight me down. I dropped the ax, twisting the sword a couple times to get a handle on everything.
"You need a name, don't you?" I ask the snake, as I continue to rotate the sword in my hand before I clench it between my hands. "This sword reminds me of you, it's got a regal feeling to it. How about Royal as your name?" I ask, looking towards him.
His two eyes close and then open and he nods his head.
"Great, Royal it is then." I smile, turning my attention back towards the five clowns.
'Beep!' The sound ripples through the air. 'The time is up, please begin the game!' The childlike voice sounds again and the timer appeared on the wall in front of us.
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A full formed clown now stood in front of me. The hallowed eyes were still gushing red liquid that craved a path down its cheeks that were gaunt and bony like the clown had been starved and then dried out. Its body reeked a putrid smell which reminded me of death and decay. It had an ax in its hand and a twisted smile adorned its face, its teeth were pointed like spikes and black tar leaked slightly out of its mouth.
All of the sudden it started to run towards me, my stomach lurched as it sprinted towards me. Reacting on pure instinct and adrenaline, I dodge the ax blow that tries to take off my head. The ax slams into the body of my snake, with give off a dull clang. Swinging my hand forward, I slam the knife in my hand into the neck of the clown.
Blood ran hot down my hand as a torrent of the liquid splashed out of its neck. However, it didn't seem to stop the demented clown, it raised the ax in its hand and brought it straight down towards my head.
It was going to hewn off my head, however, before it could reach my neck. A purple shadow shot out and snaps the clown's arm and half of its body into a gaping mouth. Dark red liquid and purple fluid ran down the jaw of the snake landing on my cheek.
At this point, the clown had stopped struggling and the snake shook its head and I watch as its jaw compressed, turning the clown into a disgusting puddle of flesh and clothing. The snake then spits out the ax that was in its mouth, down right next to me.
Reaching out, I pick up the slimy ax and look at it. Surprisingly, the ax itself didn't weight altogether too much. It was like lifting paper, locking a hand around the ax. I suppose I'd use this it should do more damage than the knife. Actually, I didn't see the knife at all.
Casting a glance behind the snake, I notice that more of the gaunt zombie looking clowns had managed to free themselves from the enclose of their paintings and were all looking at me with their hollowed eyes and twisted smile.
Looking ahead of me, I find that there aren't as many clowns free from their paintings.
"I suppose our only choice is to go forward. Can you clear a path for me?" I ask the snake. Its amber eyes are narrowed as it looked forward, I didn't even give a sound as it pounced forward towards another clown that had been approaching us.
It's huge mouth swallowing the clown and turning it into another puddle of liquid. It began to plow forward like a train. Smiling to myself, I chase after the clown in a dead sprint. The stench of death was overflowing as I followed behind the snake that was clearing my path.
There was all sort of things lying on the ground as we moved forward. I saw some more axes and a few other gizmos. After what seemed like hours but was only a mere ten minutes we're out of the long hallway of paintings and come to a halt in a large circular room.
Falling down, I heave in deep breaths of the clean air. The stench of blood and sulfur was far less prominent in the room. The snake coiled around my body protectively. Sweat poured off my face in big drops. My back was also covered in a cold sweat. Shifting slightly, I glance around the room that we now find ourselves within.
There were a couple painting hanging in this room, however, it wasn't like the hallway where there was a painting every couple feet. Only five of the clown painting hung in this room. Yet a sinister feeling seems to hang in the air. Tilting my head to the side, I watch as a glob of black liquid begins to pour from the painting to my far right.
Soon other blobs of color began to pour from the four other paintings that were spread throughout the room. Black, Red, Yellow, Blue, and Green. Each of the puddles began to take the shape of a human, the features of each of the creatures began to take shape.
The black blob was the first to take shape, it turned into a man with one of those theater masks on its face. Black soulless eyes peered out from behind the mask, that was shaped in a frown. He had a mane of curly black hair, and he was wearing a pair of striped black and red pants, with a small red jacket. His toned stomach was on display.
A couple of juggling balls were in his hand and he began to juggle the balls. Laughter began to pour out of his mouth with a high-pitched sound.
'Hello Player, you've arrived at a mini-game known as Clown Mashing. You are tasked to eliminate the Five Advanced Clowns or survive a total of twenty minutes without dying. If you manage to defeat all five of the clowns, then you'll obtain a rare treasure chest! Please prepare yourself you've got five minutes before the timer starts.' A childlike voice float through the air, from an unknown point.
In front of me on the far wall where the yellow blob had taken the form of a busty female a huge digital timer appeared. It began to tick down. Pushing myself to my feet, I feel slightly fatigued. However, it also feels like I'm slowly recovering. The sweat had stopped pouring down my face.
Reaching my hand out, I pat the head of my snake. He- I'm assuming it's a he- looks at me with his huge amber eyes that have a black slit in the middle of them. "Can you kill them all by yourself?" I ask him.
He shakes his huge head, signaling 'no'. I sigh to myself, that was to be expected. These five clowns gave off a completely different vibe from the ones that had spawned out of the hallway. Each of the clowns had a distinctive look, compared to the ones in the hallway.
The clown that had spawned out of the black substance was male and had a frownie face on his mask, while the clown that had come from the yellow was busty and had a smiling mask, the yellow paint seemed to pour out of the eye sockets of her mask. She was dressed like a traditional clown with goofy shoes and big pants, yet her boobs were being supported by just a thin strip of material.
The green clown was a young boy that had moved closer towards the blue blob which was a clown that looked almost identical to him. Just the clothes were different colors and their mask respectively only had half a face the rest was left plain.
The red clown had rather androgens features and had a mask that had a red star over the left eye. A huge hammer was resting lightly between its fingers. Other than watching me, none of the clowns had moved an inch towards me.
Casting a glance back at the timer it read 3:24 and it kept ticking down.
"How many clowns can you handle?" I ask.
Three sharp hisses ring out and he begins to unwrap from around me. Letting his long body completely unravel. Its slitters to stand next to me. "Three huh? Well, that's not too bad, I think I can take the other two. I should come up with a name for you." I mutter to myself as I shrug off the backpack and unclip it before shoving my hands into it.
Again, the images of objects are projected into my mind as I search for more weapons. A sword comes into my mind. It's emitted a biting cold frost and glowed a vibrant purple, well a futuristic sword check.
Withdrawing the sword from the bag, I push the bag to the side of the room. I didn't need anything to weight me down. I dropped the ax, twisting the sword a couple times to get a handle on everything.
"You need a name, don't you?" I ask the snake, as I continue to rotate the sword in my hand before I clench it between my hands. "This sword reminds me of you, it's got a regal feeling to it. How about Royal as your name?" I ask, looking towards him.
His two eyes close and then open and he nods his head.
"Great, Royal it is then." I smile, turning my attention back towards the five clowns.
'Beep!' The sound ripples through the air. 'The time is up, please begin the game!' The childlike voice sounds again and the timer appeared on the wall in front of us.
A full formed clown now stood in front of me. The hallowed eyes were still gushing red liquid that craved a path down its cheeks that were gaunt and bony like the clown had been starved and then dried out. Its body reeked a putrid smell which reminded me of death and decay. It had an ax in its hand and a twisted smile adorned its face, its teeth were pointed like spikes and black tar leaked slightly out of its mouth.All of the sudden it started to run towards me, my stomach lurched as it sprinted towards me. Reacting on pure instinct and adrenaline, I dodge the ax blow that tries to take off my head. The ax slams into the body of my snake, with give off a dull clang. Swinging my hand forward, I slam the knife in my hand into the neck of the clown.Blood ran hot down my hand as a torrent of the liquid splashed out of its neck. However, it didn't seem to stop the demented clown, it raised the ax in its hand and brought it straight down towards my head.It was going to hewn off my head, however, before it could reach my neck. A purple shadow shot out and snaps the clown's arm and half of its body into a gaping mouth. Dark red liquid and purple fluid ran down the jaw of the snake landing on my cheek.At this point, the clown had stopped struggling and the snake shook its head and I watch as its jaw compressed, turning the clown into a disgusting puddle of flesh and clothing. The snake then spits out the ax that was in its mouth, down right next to me.Reaching out, I pick up the slimy ax and look at it. Surprisingly, the ax itself didn't weight altogether too much. It was like lifting paper, locking a hand around the ax. I suppose I'd use this it should do more damage than the knife. Actually, I didn't see the knife at all.Casting a glance behind the snake, I notice that more of the gaunt zombie looking clowns had managed to free themselves from the enclose of their paintings and were all looking at me with their hollowed eyes and twisted smile.Looking ahead of me, I find that there aren't as many clowns free from their paintings."I suppose our only choice is to go forward. Can you clear a path for me?" I ask the snake. Its amber eyes are narrowed as it looked forward, I didn't even give a sound as it pounced forward towards another clown that had been approaching us.It's huge mouth swallowing the clown and turning it into another puddle of liquid. It began to plow forward like a train. Smiling to myself, I chase after the clown in a dead sprint. The stench of death was overflowing as I followed behind the snake that was clearing my path.There was all sort of things lying on the ground as we moved forward. I saw some more axes and a few other gizmos. After what seemed like hours but was only a mere ten minutes we're out of the long hallway of paintings and come to a halt in a large circular room.Falling down, I heave in deep breaths of the clean air. The stench of blood and sulfur was far less prominent in the room. The snake coiled around my body protectively. Sweat poured off my face in big drops. My back was also covered in a cold sweat. Shifting slightly, I glance around the room that we now find ourselves within.There were a couple painting hanging in this room, however, it wasn't like the hallway where there was a painting every couple feet. Only five of the clown painting hung in this room. Yet a sinister feeling seems to hang in the air. Tilting my head to the side, I watch as a glob of black liquid begins to pour from the painting to my far right.Soon other blobs of color began to pour from the four other paintings that were spread throughout the room. Black, Red, Yellow, Blue, and Green. Each of the puddles began to take the shape of a human, the features of each of the creatures began to take shape.The black blob was the first to take shape, it turned into a man with one of those theater masks on its face. Black soulless eyes peered out from behind the mask, that was shaped in a frown. He had a mane of curly black hair, and he was wearing a pair of striped black and red pants, with a small red jacket. His toned stomach was on display.A couple of juggling balls were in his hand and he began to juggle the balls. Laughter began to pour out of his mouth with a high-pitched sound.'Hello Player, you've arrived at a mini-game known as Clown Mashing. You are tasked to eliminate the Five Advanced Clowns or survive a total of twenty minutes without dying. If you manage to defeat all five of the clowns, then you'll obtain a rare treasure chest! Please prepare yourself you've got five minutes before the timer starts.' A childlike voice float through the air, from an unknown point.In front of me on the far wall where the yellow blob had taken the form of a busty female a huge digital timer appeared. It began to tick down. Pushing myself to my feet, I feel slightly fatigued. However, it also feels like I'm slowly recovering. The sweat had stopped pouring down my face.Reaching my hand out, I pat the head of my snake. He- I'm assuming it's a he- looks at me with his huge amber eyes that have a black slit in the middle of them. "Can you kill them all by yourself?" I ask him.He shakes his huge head, signaling 'no'. I sigh to myself, that was to be expected. These five clowns gave off a completely different vibe from the ones that had spawned out of the hallway. Each of the clowns had a distinctive look, compared to the ones in the hallway.The clown that had spawned out of the black substance was male and had a frownie face on his mask, while the clown that had come from the yellow was busty and had a smiling mask, the yellow paint seemed to pour out of the eye sockets of her mask. She was dressed like a traditional clown with goofy shoes and big pants, yet her boobs were being supported by just a thin strip of material.The green clown was a young boy that had moved closer towards the blue blob which was a clown that looked almost identical to him. Just the clothes were different colors and their mask respectively only had half a face the rest was left plain.The red clown had rather androgens features and had a mask that had a red star over the left eye. A huge hammer was resting lightly between its fingers. Other than watching me, none of the clowns had moved an inch towards me.Casting a glance back at the timer it read 3:24 and it kept ticking down."How many clowns can you handle?" I ask.Three sharp hisses ring out and he begins to unwrap from around me. Letting his long body completely unravel. Its slitters to stand next to me. "Three huh? Well, that's not too bad, I think I can take the other two. I should come up with a name for you." I mutter to myself as I shrug off the backpack and unclip it before shoving my hands into it.Again, the images of objects are projected into my mind as I search for more weapons. A sword comes into my mind. It's emitted a biting cold frost and glowed a vibrant purple, well a futuristic sword check.Withdrawing the sword from the bag, I push the bag to the side of the room. I didn't need anything to weight me down. I dropped the ax, twisting the sword a couple times to get a handle on everything."You need a name, don't you?" I ask the snake, as I continue to rotate the sword in my hand before I clench it between my hands. "This sword reminds me of you, it's got a regal feeling to it. How about Royal as your name?" I ask, looking towards him.His two eyes close and then open and he nods his head."Great, Royal it is then." I smile, turning my attention back towards the five clowns.'Beep!' The sound ripples through the air. 'The time is up, please begin the game!' The childlike voice sounds again and the timer appeared on the wall in front of us.
