Buggy The Clown Novels & Stories

'Ooooh the pun. Arthur and the others in the control room stood rooted before the monitors as they watched the crazed clown shoot past another camera completely bewildered. Never had their security had any issues dealing with one person, hell not even a group of people causing trouble had ever stood a chance before. Now one man... ONE MAN! Dressed as a damn clown was damn near streaking through their hotel and their security seem to be rendered ineffective. Though this was just a hunch Arthur couldn't help but feel they were deliberately targeted, because the clown seem to know the exact layout of the hotel. "What the hell is happening to this world." Arthur mumbled.

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"I've been obsessed with you since freshman year, Oakley. I bullied you because I was confused. I still am" "I didn't know what to do with it. I'm not even gay. Fuck I'm not even straight. The only thing in the last four years that's gotten me hard, was you. The only thing I cared about was you. I was shitty, I was so shitty. I was confused, and my dad- that doesn't matter, but I took it out on you. I should have never done that. I was immature... childish. All of it. But I'm sorry Oakley. I'm so sorry"

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

with ease. The operator starts up the bull, and not even 3 seconds later, Clinton is lying face first on the safety padding. "OOOOHH..Face Plant! That can't feel good." Jimmy says to the group of friends as they all continue to have a laugh at Clinton's expense. "2.6 SECONDS! THAT MAY BE A NEW RECORD HERE! HEY, AT LEAST YOU'RE IN 1ST PLACE!...CAN I GET JENNIFER TO THE BULL NEXT?" the contest organizer announces as most of the bar continues to laugh as Clinton stands up and walks out of the bull pen, still stumbling slightly.

“You have a friend like Kayla. And you know her. Probably better than I do. Yet, you can't hide what you are. Good job, though. You saved your friend where I'm absent.” The clown smiled from ear to ear. “What’re friends for?” Then the clown’s eyes were perusing through him. “You’re shivering.” He sniffed in. “You smell like medications. And I think I smell your illness. What happened to your beast? How dead is it?”

and the word barely finished leaving his mouth before Jace's fist connected with his jaw. The circle around them erupted. Someone screamed. Glasses shattered somewhere to his left as the guy stumbled back into a table, and then there were hands everywhere, Mason and Tyler hauling Jace backward, the guy's friends surging forward, security cutting through the crowd with flashlights already up. "Get him out, get him out now...." Jace barely felt the hand splitting his knuckles. He barely heard Mason shouting his name, or the bouncer's radio crackling, or the furious blur of accusations flying in every direction as the club dissolved into chaos around him.

He bites his lip and smirks, “The bruises came from him boxing at the gym, so don’t try making stories up because you got called out on being slutty.” I glance around the room, gauging the student’s reactions, and by what I can tell, they are buying Tweedle Dum’s words. I shake my head, “Believe what you want, Brandon, but all you have to do is ask Mason Baker because he’s the one that came in and pulled Tweedle Dee,” nodding toward Toby, “off me, and beat him.”

"No offense, but I'd rather take my car. You guys probably smell really bad right now, making my car seem really clean." Connor laughed, shaking his head. "No offense taken. You know where the bowling alley is, right?" I nodded my head in response, and then we were off. I parked besides Connor, and we all met up inside. We all chipped in to pay for a few games and then got our shoes. Connor moved to stand next to me, "Here's an opportunity to learn something weird about you. Your shoe size. I'm going to guess a 7?" I laughed, shaking my head. "Nope, I'm actually a 9. I got big feet."

All four Heartthrobs look at each other and have nine rivals. But Clark doesn’t bother with them. He immediately rushed in and punched them. Clark rushed over and beat them up. Riki, Matt, and Dylan did the same. Soon the bouncers came and came close to wean them off. They recognized Clark, so the bouncers came straight to him. “Let him out. He’s making trouble here. They’re harassing my friend.“ Clark said, annoyed. “Yes, Sir!” said one of the bouncers They noticed there was blood on Clark’s lip. Clark uses his thumb to smear blood on his lips. “Goddamn it!” Clark curses the weak voice.