Just Desserts (Vating)

The kitchen continued it's loud clattering and laughing, occasional honks of horns echoing the halls. The clown chewing the portrait made a point of maintaining an uncomfortable eye-contact with Timothy as he opened, and subsequently closed, the door. Then, it just returned to it's chewing. Hey, paint could be tasty too!

But, even as the door was closed, it soon became clear that the trio was not alone. From outside the window, an ominous, "honk," coo'ed from the dark. Every so often, steps could be heard from someone shuffling in the grass outside, but nothing came into sight. On top of this sound, a creak came from the ceiling.

If anyone dared to look up, they would see a clown, bearing six arms, stuck to the ceiling, and slowly creeping across it. The Infermon-Disguised-As-A-Very-Angry-Clown, hesitated every step or two, turning it's head much like an owl, to check on Timothy and his Digimon's locations. After all, wouldn't it be embarrassing to fall on the host?

Though, maybe more embarrassing, was when the hungry clown began to salivate. Unable to control himself from his hunger, the drool began to escape his face. ^Drip.  Drop.  _Drip!

And then, drip! Right above poor Timothy's head.

Maybe the bedroom wasn't so safe, after all.

    Hearing that record-breaking scream, the clown on the ceiling lifted two of his arms, using them to cover his ears. It, too, let out a scream, though it sounded more like a drawn-out clown horn. Managing to hold himself to the ceiling just long enough, once Timothy and his duo of Digimon had left the room, the clown lost his hold on the ceiling, and hit the ground with a hefty thud. Clown hands were hard to stick to things with!

    Maybe Bibi and Faluo would get their answer sooner than later, but none of the clowns seemed too keen on speaking Japanese. Or anything other than laughter, honking, and a series of guttural sounds. Initially, they may have seemed harmless. Only a few even bothered to throw glances at the trio as they left the bedroom. Until, of course, Bibi went to get her food.

    One of the monsters let out a hiss, trying to cover it's plate of mostly-chewed on snacks, while others just continued to raid the refrigerator and cupboards. A particularly blob-shaped clown slid himself toward Bibi, opening his mouth wide, trying to crash down and swallow the poor Digimon whole! On the bright side, in the case Bibi was eaten, it seemed to be entirely painless. In fact, floating around inside what seemed to be a Raremon was pretty akin to being in a pool filled with jello! Random food products, along with several different pairs of clown pants, also took up the space inside of this mucky clown occasionally shifting about with the monster's movements.

    And, in the case that the first attempt at eating Bibi had missed, this clown was more than happy to try to take chase. After all, a grand meal is one worth fighting for. Or, at least, running around the kitchen a few times for.

    Piedmon remained to be unseen, while his 'friends' continued raiding the kitchen, occasionally grabbing at those not dressed in similar fashion to themselves. One clown, with a joyous expression painted across his face, simply stood to the side of the room, arms crossed, while watching all the events unfold. Occasionally, it would flick it's finger, and the clowns would shift, as if being instructed, but this was a subtle movement that could have easily gone unnoticed.