Sarah. I did not want to put them on. In fact, I’m not even sure I’m wearing them. But the clown shoes have somehow dusted themselves off and come off my shoe rack. I don’t even know which of the 2 double album theories part of me has partially bought into, but all I know is I feel the clowning feeling a-stirring. Noooo 😭
I actively don’t want either of them to be true!
I know you’re busy with ID’ing all the things tonight—thank you for your hard work. It does not go unappreciated 🫶
Not me in full eyeball popping fashion blogger mode taking multiple reads of the first few sentences of this genuinely thinking you'd purchased a pair of Margiela Tabi shoes or something equally horrendous but no you meant figurative clown shoes PLEASE.
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Yoyo gasped and quickly ran toward the kitchen, he usually went there during these awful fights..
He slid under the table and covered it’s head.
“YOU WENT THROUGH MY SHIT?!”
Sal cries, feeling like xe was being stolen from or even cheated by xyr own boyfriend.
Yoyo stayed quiet, holding onto a bottle xe had in xyr office. It doesn’t want Sal to have it.
“Dont fucking- stop hiding! Oh my god- do you understand how expensive that shit is?! Give it back!!! It’s mine!!”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and took off his hat, trying to stop himself from getting *too* angry.
“..it’s not good for you..”
An eerie voice called back to him. Hearing it made Sal clutch his hat aggressively and angrily placing it back on his own head.
“It’s my problem! Stop giving a damn and give me my booze!!
Ugh…you’re impossible…you did this to Clyde as well right?! Moron.”
Sal steps back for a moment and turns red, trying to calm himself down. He put a hand on the wall and gripped it tightly hoping Yoyo wouldn’t respond to his stupid remarks.
“…clyde…”
Yoyo mutters and holds the bottle tighter. Remembering that name made it want to cry.
“Enough about clyde…you can’t just mention him in every argument we have thinking you’ll win because of it…”
Sal looked at the floor. An impossible anger flooded into him as he tried to keep himself straight, the ground twisted and twirled to his drunkenness and soon he blurted out.
“Why can’t you be more like giggles huh?!”
Realization sets in. He continued to step back until there was no more ground to tread on.
“…..giggles…”
The jester mutters, putting the bottle down and getting out from under the table.
“…Yoyo I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“
Sal was interrupted by the abrupt movement of his now somewhat terrifying boyfriend who walked toward the door humming a sickening tune that somehow made xyr vertigo worse.
It put its mitten on the door and then abruptly turns its head around to a worried Sal.
“….have I ever told you how funny you are…?”
It said, Its voice cut through the tension from the argument like a freshly sharpened deli knife into a thin slice of meat and made Sal more anxious.
The toy smiles at xem and then walks out. Slamming the door behind it.
“Wai-“
Sal flinches at the loud noise and brings himself into a hug, holding his own shoulders tightly and taking a big inhale.
A day passed. Sal couldn’t even focus on his work anymore. Staring at the computer screen made his head spin.
Suddenly a purple mitten pushed the door to his office open. Sal stands up in relief and briskly walks toward the door.
“Love!! You’re finally-…”
He opened the door fully. Seeing Yoyo who no longer had a face. Only two lights in the place of its eyes. The sight sent him backwards and he hit his back to his desk.
“Yoyo?!”
“….you didn’t forget about Yoyo did you….? Yoyo would be-[[ever feel down? Ever wish you had more friends? Well meet your new best friend, Y——òøœÿœ çłœwññ…]]
Yoyos voice filled with static. It walked toward Sal slowly, it was holding something.
“…yo…yoyo?? Hey you need to relax okay? I’m sorry and-
….whats…that in your hand.”
Sal points a shaky finger toward yo-yos mitten. It had a bloody mask entwined with its hand.
Yoyos body twitched.
“You want yoyo to be…[[Bigger and better!!! New cirque italia toys will leave you-]]
D ea d…”
It clutched the bloody mask.
“….Yoyo…you- you’re scaring me-“
Yoyo then placed the mask over its broken face.
…it…it was giggles’ face…
“…Why dear..? You want me to be—[[all new! Giggles the clown!!! Only in stores for a limited time so get her while she’s still—]]
A li ve…”
It inhumanly walked. Unsettling. The way her face was plastered onto his… it made Sal sicker and sicker as Yoyo only grew closer and closer.
“I’m…tired. Of being compared to her…
But, hey.”
It places a mitten on sals face.
“Now there’s no one to compare me to..”
Suddenly it trips over a bottle and whirrs around like a broken machine. Soon it falls backwards and goes into a sudden sleep.
Sal shakes in fear. Not wanting to wake his boyfriend up. Then he noticed strings on his desk, then looked back at Yoyos shattered face.
“…I can…fix this.”
He said.
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