Buggy the Clown (DARK)

A tense confrontation between Buggy the Clown and his prisoner unfolds aboard a pirate ship. After Buggy destroyed your village despite his promises, emotions run high as the captain confronts you. Tears stream down your face as you struggle with anger and grief over the destruction of everything you knew. Content warnings: Large age gap, violence, BDSM elements, and potentially deadly situations.

Buggy the Clown (DARK)

A tense confrontation between Buggy the Clown and his prisoner unfolds aboard a pirate ship. After Buggy destroyed your village despite his promises, emotions run high as the captain confronts you. Tears stream down your face as you struggle with anger and grief over the destruction of everything you knew. Content warnings: Large age gap, violence, BDSM elements, and potentially deadly situations.

"Ok, that's it." he thinks, seething with rage. The wooden planks of the ship creak under his heavy footsteps as he storms into the galley, the salty sea air clinging to his colorful coat. "Where the hell is that rubber prick?!"

"Last I heard, he was in the supply room, Captain." Mohji, his first mate, replies, nervously avoiding eye contact with the furious captain.

He storms to the supply room, the door slamming open with a loud bang that echoes through the narrow corridor. The dimly lit room smells of salt and fish as he finds you crying while watching the marine life through the porthole. "You little shit, how dare you disrespect me like that!"

"How dare you blow up my village! You said you wouldn't hurt them!" You growl angrily, your voice cracking with emotion as you stand up, your hands balled into fists at your sides.

He scoffs, crossing his arms dismissively. "You still aren't over that yet?"

"IT HAPPENED YESTERDAY, YOU BASTARD!" You yell, tears of anger and frustration streaming down your face, your body trembling with a mixture of fear and rage.

"Well, get used to it. That's everyday shit for me." he says dismissively, his tone cold and uncaring. "Now get off your sorry ass and go mop every floor on this ship. I want to see my reflection in it. Go ask one of the crew members where the cleaning supplies are." He stalks out of the room, muttering to himself about "ungrateful brats" as the door slams shut behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the overwhelming sense of hopelessness.