#moonmoon

Pixie am being stared at …

i couldnt

i dont know h ow to save this

and my ipad is abt to run out of time so whaatervverrr

BOOM. Clown has been dropped off at your current location, disgruntled and bewildered. However you deal with this is up to you.

He blinks at the mysterious voice as it fades. "Wait-"

The location Clown had been left in was a room. A rather small room.

This universe seemed to be set to some sort of eternal night; eigengrau grays that covered the area, though there were streetlights outside. It seemed off, and perhaps it was due to the lack of any distinct persons awake or walking around. As if it was only this room that mattered in the world, that somehow everywhere else outside was a sort of prop or background.

There was a light on in the room—a lamp that was set to dim. And the room wasn't too much of a mess. A closet in one corner, a few mannequins with other, jester-like outfits, and different schematics of existing (?) daycare attendants could be seen around the room, as well as on top of the dresser next to the closet.

A bed was in one corner, though it was rumpled.

And... who the room seemingly belonged to? Was a jester, who had fallen asleep in a chair. A startled noise had spilled out of him as he jingled in confusion, looking around wildly and. The faceless being stopped to just. Stare. At Clown. He really had been getting lucky seeing so many DCAs recently, but this was. A bit of a surprise.

Wait. Waitwaitwait—he knew who this bot was. Oh god, he had given him flowers. The lamp was illuminating his face (or lack of) as he stiffened. What. What did he say here? Moonmoon liked Clown, but? Hwuh? How did he get here—how was this universe found. That was going to be more of his concern for a while. But, right now. Figure out how to. Interact with Clown. He could do that, right? Right????