[ the sword balloon is, in fact, somehow, made of sword! cloud learns this when he barely dodges only to see it dig into the ground like a sword. why are these clowns so FAST? ]
it is unfortunate that emet slips, because cloud agreed to flee and so was right behind him and they are now both toppled over and splayed out on the ground. and there are clowns holding weapons above them. honking. ]
Hey, wait--!
[ there is no waiting. there is only the slamming of clown weapons upon their bodies. i'm letting you choose your clown death weapon because this has been a very stupid moment ]
[the clown weapons bear down on them-- one aims a watergun down at him, which somehow pierces through as if it were a real bullet. he barely has time to gasp in pain...
before he's suddenly in the hallway again, soaking wet, a hand pressed to his chest.]
[ i am choosing the sword balloon, because something about being decapitated by a balloon is hilarious. anyway, cloud's staggering himself, leaning against the wall and one hand to his throat. there is nothing to see here, he wears a turtleneck. ]
What... the hell...?
[ did they just get KILLED by CLOWNS? is this a game over screen????? ]
Maybe not where you used to be. But these weren't popping clowns. [ he's rubbing at his throat before he shakes his head and looks back at this door ] ... Might want to mark this one off for everyone else.
Not my idea of a good time, either. [ he also coughs up a petal, but he does not bother trying to hide it. it's ... bright green? wildly so. ] And neither is this bullshit.
[ he didn't have hanahaki!!! what the hell is this!!! ]
[ in a completely exasperated tone, but then he looks at his bright green petals and just. looks. confused. ]
This is just... [ he shakes his head ] Exploding murderous clowns and color-coded flowers. Any other weird stuff in yours I should be worried about this week?
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[ one clown is approaching them. it is holding a giant squeaky hammer. it goes squeak squeak when he hits the ground with it.
another clown is wielding a balloon sword. they both honk ominously. ]
Care to translate this one?
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[it's not hard to read!
the one with the squeaky hammer takes a swing at emet, clearly intending to try to knock him over, and forces him to try to roll out of the way.]
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[ the sword balloon is, in fact, somehow, made of sword! cloud learns this when he barely dodges only to see it dig into the ground like a sword. why are these clowns so FAST? ]
We need to get the hell out of here!
[ they will not they will die of clowns ]
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[they super will not, they will die of clowns.
especially because emet-selch turns and starts to flee, and slips on something, to the sound of raucous clown honks in the background.]
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it is unfortunate that emet slips, because cloud agreed to flee and so was right behind him and they are now both toppled over and splayed out on the ground. and there are clowns holding weapons above them. honking. ]
Hey, wait--!
[ there is no waiting. there is only the slamming of clown weapons upon their bodies. i'm letting you choose your clown death weapon because this has been a very stupid moment ]
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[the clown weapons bear down on them-- one aims a watergun down at him, which somehow pierces through as if it were a real bullet. he barely has time to gasp in pain...
before he's suddenly in the hallway again, soaking wet, a hand pressed to his chest.]
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What... the hell...?
[ did they just get KILLED by CLOWNS? is this a game over screen????? ]
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[WHAT HAPPENED TO CLOWNS THAT POP INTO CONFETTI]
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[he pauses to cough into his palm, stuffing the petals into his pocket immediately.]
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[ he didn't have hanahaki!!! what the hell is this!!! ]
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[he is negative enthused to deal with it again, thanks.]
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[he huffs out a breath.]
The colors correspond with one's emotions.
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[ in a completely exasperated tone, but then he looks at his bright green petals and just. looks. confused. ]
This is just... [ he shakes his head ] Exploding murderous clowns and color-coded flowers. Any other weird stuff in yours I should be worried about this week?
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[ though the second part makes him stop to think ]
... There was one greyscaled room in these, too.
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[he considers, a moment.]
The central area was consistently lacking in color, there, so that seems related as well.
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