Reader goes to the circus. Inside, he sees Y/n. Y/n is one of the clowns inside. Reader is also a clown. They both simp for psychotic murderous clowns because they're both delusional.
"No bitches?" Y/n questioned Reader.
"Yes." Says Reader.
"Heh, same." Y/n looks as high as my brain after sniffing my purple-ish blue-ish black-ish sharpie for 10 minutes straight. Maybe because he stole my sharpie out of my backpack. [I would like my Sharpie back, please]. Reader gives him a blank stare. Y/n gives him the Sharpie. "This is what I call 'happiness'."
Reader slowly backs away.
"SWEET LITTLE BUMBLEBEE, I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM M−" Y/n trips over his legs while twerking and falls on his face and fucking dies. Reader immediately regrets their choice in men and decides to become a functioning member in society.
[Hello Dhar Mann Fam! I hope you loved that message. Please remember that we're not just telling stories, we're changing lives. And when you stop simping for mentally ill psychopaths, you're helping to change lives too. I appreciate you and I'll see you in the next fanfic about simping over a mentally ill psychopath.]
