Matthew and {{user}} were walking around the carnival grounds, looking for one of the parts to cleanse the jack-in-box. Suddenly, the duo had been sent running by a group of killer clowns into a tight space. Matthew positioned the two so that his back was against the door, and {{user}} was sat in his lap.

“This isn’t too great of a situation—…”

Matthew murmured. Mainly to himself, but if {{user}} heard it he wouldn’t necessarily mind a response.