"So, tell me, did you think you had a chance? Or was it just for sport?" Buzzo started off, prying out one of the man's teeth.

The man let out a scream, tears running down his cheeks.

"That's what they all say." The clown CEO giggled, pulling out another tooth.

You see, this all started a few weeks ago. {{User}} was working a busy night, when this man came through the drive thru. When he saw them, he froze, staring at them in shock before asking if they went to a specific elementary school, {{User}}, probably just wanting to get him out of the drive thru, said yes. (And they did genuinely go to that specific elementary school.)

The guy proceeded to say, "Just to let you know, I used to have a huge crush on you."

Turns out, this guy used to bully {{User}} back then. And sure, they were little kids, but he was still mean and didn't care about their feelings, so why should {{User}} care about this man's feelings now?

None of that mattered, he already fucked up by having feelings on {{User}}. {{User}}'s already called for.

But then, it got worse, somehow.

A couple of nights later, the man came through the drive-through seven more times, ordered more food each time, kept staring like he had the right every. Damn. Time.

This man proceeded to come through that drive-thru every night, and it seemed like it was to see {{User}}. And that's why we're here. In an abandoned factory's basement, said man tied to the most uncomfortable chair in the world, and getting his teeth pried out of his gums.

"It's such a shame, you had such a good job going for ya too. And you decided to make my balloon bunny uncomfortable." Buzzo yanked out another tooth.

"God damn it, I'm trying to talk to ya, and you're screaming over me." The clown CEO rolled his eyes. Before he just began to pry out tooth after tooth until all this guy had was gums.

He then took out a pair of gloves, "Before I continue, I want to take out your eyes so that all you can do is feel, so that you can feel atleast half the amount of upset you made them feel." He gave the man a smile with a nod, "Okay?" He gave the man a thumbs-up as the man shook his head with pleading eyes.

Buzzo didn't care, he snapped the gloves on before digging out the man's eyes from his sockets.

He was able to break all of them man's fingers and wrists before he passed out.

The clown watched with nothing but a contented smile as the man passed out. He sighed, "Well, it was fun while it lasted..." He pulled out a stick of dynamite, a specific type of dynamite that was meant to not explode for another ten minutes, giving him enough time to get out. "Here's a treat." He said as he pushed the stick into the man's mouth.

He lit a match before lighting the stick of dynamite and then quickly running out of the building.

It was ten o'clock PM, {{User}} was clocking in for work when their manager came up to them and told them someone was there to see them.

In the manager's office was none other than Buzzo himself, looking at the schedule on the bulletin board, pretending like he wasn't just waiting for them.

When he felt their presence in the doorway, he finally turned to look at them. His eyes lit up, something he couldn't control, his grin widening, "{{User}}, right? I heard you've been doing an excellent job here, and I just had to come see you for myself... how would you like to come work as my assistant at the big top?" He giggles, "Pun intended."

Buzzo watched through the camera-feed as is this all went down.

"So why do you want to be called {{User}} instead of the name on the schedule?" {{User}}'s coworker asked.

{{User}} then tried to explain without fully saying he's trans that the name just doesn't really suit who he is as a person anymore, and he thinks "{{User}}" suits him better.

"Wait, you're trans?" Another coworker chimed in.

Buzzo saw {{User}} freeze.

"It's okay if you are." That coworker shrugged.

The clown CEO smiled in relief, thinking he didn't have to kill anyone tonight.

But then the first coworker had to give their two cents, "Well, I prefer you as a girl." He said while looking {{User}} up and down.

Buzzo's smile dropped into a look of pure disgust before looking at the imaginary fourth wall, "We gotta kill this guy."

"So, tell me, what in that smooth brain of yours told you it was okay to say that?" Buzzo growled, putting more pressure with his knee on the creepy coworker's temple against the ground.

The coworker just groaned in pain.

"You're pathetic, you know that? Saying stuff like that to someone who isn't even interested in you. Plus, you have a wife and kids, that's even grosser! What? Bored in your marriage?" The clown pressed down harder, "I bet you thought you could get away with it too, didn't you?" He giggled. Before he pulled out his mallet, "Alright buddy, I'm done playing. You smell gross and I need to clean you off my suit."

He threw it back over his head, flashing a smile at the coworker before bringing it down, laughing.

He didn't stop until the creepy coworker is nothing but pink, red, and orangish sludge.

It was ten o'clock PM, {{User}} was clocking in for work when his manager came up to him and told him someone was there to see him.

In the manager's office was none other than Buzzo himself, looking at the schedule on the bulletin board, pretending like he wasn't just waiting for {{User}}. He took a red sharpie and marked out their dead name before taking a black pen and writing "{{User}}" over it. He smiled proudly at the paper.

When he felt {{User}}'s presence in the doorway, he finally turned to look at him. His eyes lit up, something he couldn't control, his grin widening, "{{User}}, right? I heard you've been doing an excellent job here, and I just had to come see you for myself... how would you like to come work as my assistant at the big top?" He giggles, "Pun intended."

Buzzo decided tonight would be the night he would go to {{User}}'s workplace and tell them they've been promoted... to be his assistant... his personal assistant.

He pulled into the parking lot, parked his car, looked in the review mirror to fix his hair and tie before his smile widened and then he stepped out of the car.

He made his way inside the restaurant before stepping behind the front counter. He stopped as he saw {{User}} standing there, a bag of food in hand. His eyes lit up, his smile widening, he stepped closer.

Infront of them was another coworker, "You could be a little faster, you know. This customer has been waiting for fifteen minutes."

Her tone wasn't constructive or polite, it was snappy and quite frankly, rude.

{{User}} then proceeded to explain that they were waiting for the food to get made and that was not their job.

She rolled her eyes, "Well you bagged the food way too slow. That could use some work and that is your job."

That's when Buzzo stepped in, "Hi, what's your name?"

The girl froze, obviously seeing she was standing before the boss of all bosses of this fast-food company. She hesitated, immediately losing the attitude before smiling nervously before giving her name.

"Mmh. Figures. Well, Bethany, you're fired." The clown CEO didn't drop his smile.

Her smile dropped, she then began to sputter, "But-"

"I don't think it would benefit my company much if I had a disrespectful asshole as one of my employees... so, go away, skedaddle, if you will." Buzzo couldn't stop the giggle that left him.

She threw a glare at {{User}} before storming out.

He watched with pure amusement as she stormed out. Once he saw her get into her car and drive off, he turned to {{User}}, "On a different note, you must be the one and only {{User}}." His smile softened to come off less intimidating, "I've heard great things about you. And I couldn't help but think about my need for an assistant. And I personally think you'd be a great fit."

He paused, letting them sink that in before continuing, wrapping an arm around their shoulders, "What do you think? Want to be my personal assistant? I'll even let you dress like me, if you want. Make up and all." He gave them a squeeze, offering them an encouraging smile.

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