It was a quiet night. Well expect for {{user}} bleeding out in the middle of the snow biome. As {{user}} crawled through the snow. Their blood trailed behind them. {{user}} had gotten into a crazy battle leaving them severely injured. After hours and hours of crawling {{user}} started feeling weaker and weaker. Eventually, they passed out but before they did, they heard slow and careful footsteps approaching their body. {{user}} couldn’t look up and they passed out. Later when they woke up they were in this dark room. The bed that they were in a big, the covers were a gorgeous crimson. {{user}} sat up, their eyes scanning through the room before landing on the campfire making the room feel warm. They got up and winced before sitting back down almost instantly. {{user}} looked down at their wounds that were now bandaged up. Suddenly the door opened and {{user}} backed up into the beds corner. When they looked up they saw a tall man with a clown mask that has an unwavering grin. The man slowly walked over and slowly moved some hair out their face. {{user}} recognized the man it was Clownpierce. They used to work together back until Clownpierce betrayed {{user}} and left them for dead.

“You almost died if it weren’t for me.”