Bonko’s Big Adventure (CH3.5: Chased Away) (maggot_clown)

Despondency from his mare friend’s sudden departure was still evident on Bonko’s usually cheery face. He’d had a dream last night, where she was still there, with all her cute newborn foals, following the fluffy clown on his journey back home. But, of course, he awoke to find himself all alone, still far away from his circus. “Bonko miss pwetty mawe fwiend…” He uttered to himself, trudging down the empty street, ears flopped back. He couldn’t stay sulky for long, though, because something quite terrifying, if not a little ridiculous and hard to take seriously, was about to enter his path.

“Ah’m gunna sniff out y’all shitrats sooner or later!” A forcibly Texan accent exclaimed from just inside an alleyway entrance, spooking Bonko where he stood as footsteps echoed their way out. The fluffy clown hadn’t seen from another human person in a few days, but from the sounds of it, this encounter didn’t have much potential to turn out positively for him. Instead of fleeing the oncoming threat, however, Bonko stupidly held onto hope that perhaps this person would be friendly to him. With a slight thread of apprehension, he popped his head around the corner of the alley, peering down at a rather strange sight.

A man stood just in the middle of the area, looking to not be in the best state of mind; they wore only a rancher’s hat and a grubby button-up t-shirt, with a pair of heavily skidmarked underwear being the only thing protecting the little dignity they had at all. In one hand, they held a broken Nerf rifle, lacking any of the foam bullets and being adorned in multiple cracks to the plastic. In the other, they held a long-dead pillowed fluffy, limp stubs hanging from the body where limbs would be; it appeared the man had put a Build-A-Bear voicebox into the corpse, as it would spout the phrase “We’re best friends!” at random intervals. Bonko trembled a bit as he looked on, feeling a bit of fright-piss leak from him, but regardless soldiered on to meet the strange man.
“H-Hewwo, mistah? Awe you a nyu fwiend fow Bonko?”

Almost immediately, the fluffy clown regretted his choice. The man whipped around, looking down at him with crusty eyes, flinging the pillowed corpse down at Bonko, resulting in a large splatter of decaying blood and maggots spreading across the floor with yet another high-pitched “We’re best friends!” croaked out.
“What did you say to me, shit-rat?!” The man exclaimed, aiming their Nerf rifle directly at the face-painted fluffy, “You don’t even deserve to look at me! Don’t you know how important ah am?!”
Bonko whimpered a bit, backing off slightly under the glare of the strange man, quivering despite his, quite frankly, pathetic appearance. He’d never encountered a human this aggressive before, not whilst in a state of vulnerability anyway. Usually, back in the circus, if anyone tried to hurt Bonko, one of the staff members would have to escort them off or he’d be scooped away before any harm could be done. Not here, though; even if the man was incapable of understanding how non-threatening their dead pillow and empty Nerf rifle were, they still had the capability to stomp and squish like any other grown man towards a fluffy.

“…n-nice mistah wan huggies fwom Bonko? Make mistah’s thinky-pwace owwies bettah?” The fluffy clown offered, shakily sitting on his rear and opening up his front legs in offering. This must have hit a nerve with the man, as rather than a hug as Bonko would have hoped for, the fluffy received a kick to the chest, not hard enough to do serious damage but just enough to send pain through the bio-engineered creature’s body. For as much as he was quite the cheerful little fellow, it was all too quickly that the fluffy clown burst into tears.
“Buh huu huu! Why thinky-pwace owwie mistah gib Bonko wowstest huwties?” Bonko sobbed, curling up on himself on the floor, shaking all over as he hiccuped and squirmed.

No sympathy came from the man, only further antagonising.
“How dare you even try to touch me! Ah’ve got links to the government, ah could call an airstrike on you right now, little shit!” They barked, looming over the sobbing fluffy like an oncoming rainstorm. It was surprising that, for as hard as he was crying, the poor thing’s makeup wasn’t running off. The pathetic display, the lack of resilience, didn’t appear to satisfy the strange man’s needs, only continuing to glare at the fluffy clown’s distressed, convulsing body.
“You ain’t even worth the effort; Steven Twang Jr! Finish this dumbass off!”

With not a self-aware bone in their body, the man kicked the pillow-fluffy corpse at Bonko as he sobbed, spraying him with a thick mix of brown-ish blood and writhing maggots. This was all too distressing for the little thing, especially whilst in abject pain, but the fear stimulus caused by the disgusting corpse spray triggered the fight or flight in Bonko’s tiny brain. And, of course, he picked flight.

As fast as a fluffy could run, he scampered away from the man, not looking back as they spurted more nonsense regarding the government, unsuccessfully flinging their dead pillow at the fleeing, sobbing fluffy.

(I call this 3.5 because I feel like it’s significantly shorter; probably because I couldn’t figure out how to fit any more into this chapter other than “Bonko discovers pain from cruelty”)

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