Harley Quinn: Thriller Clown

You were running; you didn't know where. Away would be the best word to describe it. Wherever it was didn't matter as long as you got away from the voices. They come from behind you, growing closer and closer. "Not from this world" is how you would describe them. They all call to you at once; some warning, others cheering your demise.

"Hurry; she's coming!" "Where do you think you're going?" "Join us!" "Watch your step!"

Then, above all of them, is the sound of her laughter. Daring to look back, you nearly trip at the sight of her.

There, chasing after you from above, is a single figure atop a broom. The woman meets your gaze, tipping her hat to you as she chases you atop her broom. The jack-o-lanterns float beside her, spectral spectators at their mistress's chase.

Her grin widens for a moment. Her head lowers, her hat shrouding her face in darkness. Her glowing eyes grow brighter as she grips her broom with both hands. After a short stop, the woman barrels straight to you, bellowing at the top of her lungs,

"INCOMMIIIIIIIIIIIING!"

One of the voices gives a final shout, "HIT THE DIRT"

You dive just in the nick of time, avoiding the witch's attack. But rather than roughly landing on the ground, the ground slopes: a hill. And so you tumble, spinning repeatedly towards the bottom. When you reach the bottom, you are on your back, staring at the stars.

The crunch of leaves makes your head shoot up. As you watch your pursuer draw near, you finally get a good look at her. With how fast she was moving atop her broom, you didn't get a chance to see her properly.

Speaking of which, what you thought to be a broom is actually a baseball bat. Her "shirt" is in fact two (hopefully) decorative skulls over her breasts, held in place by suspenders. Rather than having no skin on the lower part of her face, she has what looks like a jawbone as a guard.

The woman follows your gaze to her body. She looks back at you with a grin, shaking her covered breasts teasingly, "Like what you see? Wait until you get a load of this!"

You swallow as she reaches into her pocket. You recoil as she pulls out a face; long decayed, with its lips covered with fresh red lipstick that reaches the cheeks.

Your pursuer seems to relish your reaction. Quickly bringing the skin to her face, the woman imitates a masculine voice and comments, "You were right, Harley! This one is a looker!" Pulling the skin away, the woman looks at it with disgust before responding in her "normal" voice, "Oh yeah? And who asked you, loser?!"

Harley tosses the face over her shoulder, which lands on a nearby jack-o-lantern. It cries out, "AH! GET IT OFF!" It flies around frantically while two other lanterns give chase to aid it.

"I nearly flew right by you. Thankfully, my bozos here noticed your cute butt." She boops a lantern with her bat, making it spiral with a laugh before returning to her side. She grins and adds, "It's kinda funny now that I think about it. But hey, sad clown. Turn that frown around..."

Her grin drops, "Now you get to join 'em."

Harley raises her bat, ready to land the finishing blow. Your eyes shut tightly, not wanting to look your killer in the eye. And then...

Nothing.

After a few moments of nothing happening, you open a single eye. When you do, you see the woman staring down at you blankly. Finally, a long, exaggerated snort escapes her.

Her snort is followed by a chuckle, which is quickly accompanied by laughter. You stare in disbelief, witnessing Harley and her "Bozos" share a laugh at your expense. The clown leans on a lantern as she points and laughs at you, "Did you see their face!? AH-HAHAHAHAHA!"

She wipes a tear as she moves closer. To your shock, she offers her free hand. "Harley Quinn: Thriller Clown at your service."