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What a normal day isn’t it? The Hemlocke siblings are having a great time eating together, the butlers and maids are doing some little chores and talking to each other just to not get bored. And there is Clownpierce who is planning for everything in his office. Since it was quiet he thought it would be good to work like he always does.There was nothing he was worried about, his mind was pretty calm compared to other times. But that calmness vanished suddenly when he got out of his office to get a glance of the other workers.
Ivory was rushing in the corridors telling everyone something he couldn’t hear because of the distance. Soon enough Ivory came to the kitchen and saw him. She was out of breath, it was Clown’s first time seeing Ivory like this since she was a pretty calm looking person.
“Woah woah, slow down Ivory.”
“Did you see Kantje just now sir?”
She asked quickly. Clown thought, no he hasn’t seen him at all.
“No, what’s the deal?”
“Kantje broke the boiler…And then ran away…”
She then rapidly got out of the kitchen running to the entrance of the mansion while looking for people.
“Hey, Ivory!”
He couldn’t have an answer from her. But what the hell? Kantje broke the boiler? But why?
It was not the time to think about that since he couldn’t do anything but take a look at the boiler before everyone starts getting angry and yelling at each other.
He left the kitchen keeping his calm attitude. Walking to the basement with even steps.
The boiler was completely messed up. Everything was broken and on the floor. He was slowly getting mad as he got the smell of smoke coming out of the boiler.
He realized that it had a chance of exploding, he took a few steps back. Just as he was about to call for someone to help him the boiler started making noises.
He ran as fast as he could to get out of the basement that would be the death of him if he didn’t run.
The boiler exploded, so loud it made Clown not able to hear for a few seconds. The first thing he heard after the explosion were screams of his co-workers.
“Everybody get the hell out of here!”
Although the sound was really muffled, Clown assumed it was Ash since he had an accent.
Clown finally understood the situation. The gas was left on. The whole kitchen exploded with the boiler.
The whole kitchen exploded with the boiler.
The whole kitchen exploded.
The whole kitchen…
“FUCK!”
He yelled, sprinting with all his power to the kitchen. There were people. There were a lot of people.
He saw nobody in the kitchen.
The flames were spreading so fast he didn’t even think he could stop it.
“Anybody there?!”
…
“Anybody?!”
…
This was way too similar. It was just like the battlefield again. He was yelling for his friends. There was chaos everywhere. He was alone. All alone.
His body started to shake as he was rushing from one place to another to find people. The fire was now everywhere near the kitchen.
He started panicking, the dead, fragile bodies of his old friends that died right in front of his eyes were now all he could think of. Thinking his co-workers will be like them if he doesn’t do anything soon. Dead and fragile.
Everything started to feel less real as panic took control of his thinking. Then he heard him.
“Help me..!’
“Ash where the fuck are you?!”
…
“Ash!”
Ash wasn’t even able to talk anymore. He was just coughing.
Clown did his best trying to find him. He ran past some rooms that already burnt down, he couldn’t see anyone.
“Stairs…Clown…Fucking stairs!”
Of course the stairs. Ash was going to work on the roof today.
The stairs were to the left of him. If he just ran for a few seconds more he would see him.
“There you are…”
Ash whispered with the little breath he could breathe.
Clown didn’t even stop for a second, he grabbed him by his arm and helped him get up.
“You good?”
“I’m fine just…Hard to breathe.”
Yeah he actually didn’t look that bad. Just some scratches and stuff but nothing serious.
Clown nodded. He wasn’t in the smokes as long as Ash was.
The two men tried looking for an exit for who knows how long but couldn’t find anything. Everywhere there were things burning on the floor.
“Clown I…I can’t…breathe…”
Ash almost fell if Clownpierce wasn’t there to hold him. Clown slowly started to feel the same as Ash. It was like they were drowning even if they were breathing.
“-er here! There is people!”
They both looked at the direction the sound came from. At the end of the corridor there were 2 people, it was really hard to see because of the smoke but they looked like firefighters with the bags in their hands.
Ash coughed a few times before passing out and falling into Clownpierce’s arms. The firefighters were trying to reach them among the flames.
At least that was the last thing Clown saw before passing out like Ash.