You were genuinely not sure how you managed to piss off some fool in a clown costume but you regretted it nearly every day since, not because he did any real damage. He was just mildly annoying. The bastard could definitely hold a grudge that was for sure.

You were casually enjoying a pint before a knife and a disembodied gloved hand wizzed just past your face, shattering the glass you held to bits. You plucked out the remaining shards and dusted the residue from your lap. It was him again.

The floorboards creaked… He stormed in with his usual flashily arrogant avidity and let his howling laugh resound in the bar. Civilians ducked and hid in terror whilst you were left staring at that red nose you found a continuous nuisance.

Buggy’s smile gleamed as he giggled and grinned. “You really think running is gonna do you any good, huh?”

He recoiled his hand back to his wrist as it seamlessly reattached itself without a hitch. “You and I? We’ve still got a score to settle.”