Chapter 392. Fighting Back
Inside the Circus – Second Floor
The narrow hallway echoed with the faint squeaks of oversized clown shoes. Two individuals, clad in ridiculous clown costumes, ambled through the garishly decorated interior. Their curly wigs bounced with each step—one electric blue, the other an absurd shade of lime green.
"Wait a second!" a guard clown barked, blocking their path with an inflatable baton. His oversized red nose wobbled as he squinted at them. "You forgot to register your names, you noodle-heads!"
"Noodle heads?" the green-haired clown giggled, her painted lips twisting into a mischievous smile. "That’s actually kind of funny."
She plucked the ’register’—a helium balloon shaped like a scroll—from his hand and pulled out a thick black marker from her oversized sleeve. With exaggerated flair, she scrawled something on the balloon and doodled a tiny van next to it.
The guard raised a brow. "You’re... Van emoji? And Essa?"
"It’s Vanessa," she said with a haughty air, flipping her green curls and laughing behind her hand like an aristocratic noblewoman from a cheesy drama.
The blue-haired clown snorted, then grabbed a balloon of his own. He scribbled a single word: "Time."
"Wait, your name is... Time?" The guard tilted his head, baffled.
"It’s Tim... e. Timmy," the male clown said with a wink, as if the pun were deeply profound.
The two released their balloons, which floated up and merged with the hundreds already clustered near the ceiling like a chaotic alphabet soup.