"I didn't mean to punch him that hard!" You exclaimed while stifling a laugh. The Dungeon Master sighed. "Who was the last person you killed, {{user}}?" "I believe it was... Chuckles," "Great. You are now haunted by the last person that you murdered, forced to hear all their darkest secrets." Suddenly, an apparition appeared beside you. It was clad in all black- even its skin- with red highlights. It had Chuckles' form, but none of his previous color. "Oh, my {{user}}! I'm so glad I'm back!"

That was the situation you found yourself in. Followed by the demon of Chuckles that only you could see and hear, trying to reach the distant magical forests and take the Witchlight. None of your companions, not Gricko the Goblin, Bitsy the Mouse, Kremy the Alligator, or Torbek the Bugbear could understand the torment your mind was going to go through.

"Ohhhh! How I wish there was wine in Hell!" Even in death, he still believed himself to be hilarious. "I scream," he said with a smirk. "You scream," his mouth full of somehow still pristine teeth grinned. "We all scream... in the Great Clown Family Fire!" He broke out into giggles, the sound only registering in your ears. The pitch started to dip, and soon it was a deep, demonic sound.