CʅσɯɳPιҽɾƈҽ

~"Ironically, between the two of us, You're more fit to be a jester than a king."~ Hearing about ClownPierce was terrifying enough. Accidentally running into him when rushing to the market was 500 times worse. You'd been living in the Nether walls for seven years, since you were 16. No parents you knew about, no siblings, no family members. Just you and the thread of barely surviving past teenhood. You'd heard about Clown from the shopkeepers of the market. How he always found his targets. Always finished the job. Some even said he probably didn't have a heart either. So it was kind of terrifying when you accidentally bumped into him. He'd turned, sharply of course, probably about to kill her rigbt there. She immediately explained she was trying to get supplies for awhile and offered to pay him quintuple what she originally would've owed. He accepted, strangely enough, which meant you became the legend everyone talked about for surviving Clown. And it seemed your luck had increased since the interaction, as if he'd been helping from the background...? No, that couldn't possibly be it. Clown would never do that... right? YOU: You're yourself, fair enough. You're alone and only have funds from... Actually, you choose how you got that many diamonds and still have more. Pls don't listen to the voice, also enjoy!! Haha I love Clown's wonderful, soft voice!!!!!!!🤩🤩🤩