LIMBO

[niceguyferatu]

this came up when i googled clown shitpost

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W0, SUNDAY

[niceguyferatu]

[ and just for some variety, this is a very grumpy, hunched over vlad marching his way over to his room. he's trying to avoid people though so he's just. gonna sigh and pretend he doesn't see limbo and keep walking.

PLEASE TAKE THE HINT AND DON'T GET INVOLVED. ]

[commedia]

[TOO BAD. NOSY TIME NOW. also god that gif]

Hmmmmm? Vlad? What has gotten you so down?

[niceguyferatu]

[ NOPE.

he's gonna shake his head and try to walk around the giant clown priest. disengage and get out of here as fast as possible!!! ]

[commedia]

...?

[Just going to walk up to grab his shoulder. Ain't going anywhere, nerd!]

Tell me, Vlad, what's going on? Did I do something wrong?

[niceguyferatu]

[ He rolls his shoulder to try to shrug Limbo's hand off and...growls, in a manner very unbefitting of a man of his sophistication. ]

WEEK 0 SATURDAY POST TRIAL

[commedia]

[Huh. Somehow, Douman didn't take Vlad for someone who was an active kitchen-goer, but they enter anyways, leaning against the counter.]

...And what brings you here, Vlad?

[niceguyferatu]

What do you think?

[ He's stirring a bowl of cookie dough. It's extremely thick, but Vlad is really putting the elbow grease in to move this shit around. ]

[commedia]

Hah. You aren't the first one to turn to cooking to ease their own misery.

[And they approach, reaching out a hand.]

Do you need assistance?

[niceguyferatu]

Do I look like I need help?

[commedia]

[And they draw their hand back.]

Apologies. It just seems like you're on the edge of straining your shoulder if you mix that hard, that's all.

w1, post execution

[niceguyferatu]

[ This is Vlad, trying to walk away from the conference room back to his own room with dignity!

Too bad that's kind of hard when he's got a pounding hangover. But still, he's doing his best to look tall and respectable and...minimally phased. ]

[commedia]

[Its fine, you aren't the only one with a hangover, old man. Though this ancient wizard seems a bit more energetic, judging by the way they walk up to Vlad.]

That went well, didn't it?

[niceguyferatu]

Hmm. By what definition of "well"?

[commedia]

We destroyed a metal doll who murdered, and Qingxuan is alive! Aren't you glad?

[niceguyferatu]

Hmm. At least we found justice for Tamaki, albeit a week late.

W2 MEMSHARE

[commedia]

[Hey, look, its a clown!]

[Its a clown who, upon seeing someone else around, frowns deeply and instantly walks very fast to try to pass them without making eye contact. Sorry. Not staying! In fact, they definitely seem to be in a hurry.]

[Try to catch this clown if you can...?]

[niceguyferatu]

[ ....well, he's never seen the clown so flustered before. which means he HAS to know what's up. ]

Oh, Douman? Is that you? What are you up to now?

[ SPEEDWALKS IN PURSUIT ]

[commedia]

Nothing-! Nothing, assuredly!

[This does not sound convincing, TRYING TO SPEEDWALK FASTER IN CLOWN SHOES]

[niceguyferatu]

Really now! Then surely you can spare a fellow a moment for a chat.

[ SPEEDWALKS EVEN FASTER IN GUCCI SHOES

DOES GUCCI MAKE SHOES?

I'M SURE THEY'RE EASIER TO SPEEDWALK IN THAN CLOWN SHOES ]

[commedia]

Can you leave me alone-

[And as soon as Douman turns, it starts.]

[There is a man kneeling in the middle of a room in the night. The man is Ashiya Douman. They stare at the wall across from them, with wide, weary eyes, their body tensed, like expecting a threat.]

[A person steps out of the shadows, bending down to embrace them, clawed fingernails digging deep into their shoulder.]

[The person in question is Ashiya Douman.]

[And Douman bends in to whisper something into the first Douman's ear. A single hissed sentence, a simple statement, said as fact.]

[If things remain as they are, you'll never once surpass Seimei.]

[And instantly, the rush of emotions comes. Sorrow. Terror. Fear. Anger. Hatred. Jealousy. Unbelievable despair. It comes like a roaring tide, and the first Douman starts to weep, and weep and weep, and howl like the world itself is ending, and things start to crash together in static, and it is impossible to tell where one Ashiya Douman begins and the other ends and-]

[And suddenly, where there were two, there is just one. Ashiya Douman, kneeling quietly in the middle of a moonlit room.]

[Just smiling to themselves. Their eyes open, dark.]

[Comfortable.]

[Douman throws himself back with a snarl, obviously displeased.]

week...what week is this. anyways. week 7 i guess graveyard

[commedia]

[Don't mind the large aura of just....disappointment, jealousy, and just general unhappiness, Vlad! Here is the clown, in their nice I L*VE HELL sweatshirt and all, just nursing a beer bottle as they sit at the bar.]

[When they notice Vlad, they just frown, but...they won't tell him off.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ Vlad is over here drinking too, but whiskey--he's got a whole bottle next to him, and he's downing shots. He himself is radiating disappointment and affront...ed......ness....

He's shed the suit jacket he was originally wearing, leaving just the I L*VE HELL t-shirt. ]

Well, this is a familiar scene, isn't it.

[commedia]

Is it?

[Someone is bitter. They take a sip of their beer.]

We do so much for them, and then we just have...that.

[niceguyferatu]

Perhaps not with you, but rest assured...I've spent plenty of time at the bar when I was alive. [ when people kept voting for him even though he did NOTHING WRONG. ]

It seems that this bitter pill never does go down any easier, does it?

[commedia]

...No, it does not. Even as much as I drink...it all leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

[bitter. so, so bitter]