Sometimes the best solution to a problem is making it someone else's.
Somebody, somewhere, probably.
Cassy the Clown had started a cult. Not intentionally mind you. It just sort of happened. Cassy had just been casually being herself. Doing what she did best. Killing plants and spreading laughter.
When the first few people started following her around, she had thought, “Yay fans! No one can resist the allure of a clown.”
But as the numbers grew, and grew, and they began to adopt the visage of clowns themselves. It started to get weird. Cassy didn’t mind competition in the world of entertainment. She just thought clowns should spread out, to you know, spread the joy and laughter to everyone. She also thought they should diversify their look. While some of her supposed cult did, most tried very hard to mimic her look exactly.
Cassy the Clown was flattered by it in the beginning, imitation being what it was. It was when they started running into active antithesis zones, and scrambling over one another to be the first to grab any castoffs she might leave behind. Then it became too much, all of it really, was just way, way too much.
It didn’t help that now she had members of something called “The Family”, (talk about culty sounding names) glaring at her, hands very close to weapons.
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“Cassandra Arthur Murphy, we need you to come with us. We have some questions regarding your, er, militia” The big one in the middle stated firmly.
“Oh, thank you for not calling it a cult.” Cassy the Clown replied back.
“Can you take them off my hands? I mean, I love a good audience, but this?” She said, gesturing broadly to the cacophony of clowns gathered nearby. “I am far too busy doing fundraising, to babysit them all right now.”
The 3 Family members stared back at her. Their jaws flapped in confusion.
Cassy turned to the clowny crowd behind her. “Ok ya’ll! Found you 3 new cult leaders! They already have a name and everything! I’m sure you’ll have a blast with them. Just remember to keep on spreading the joy!”
Cassy turned back to the three disoriented Family representatives. “Thanks guys, you are lifesavers. There’s no way I’d fit that many on my bike. MY BIKE! I left it over near that hive with Trashy the Bag. They were bored, and wanted to try taking a hive down alone. Kids, am I right?”
Cassy’s shoes whirred and clicked. Releasing a zany zoomy sound as she made a small hop. A pair of springs sproinged out of each sole as she landed.
Bouncy briefly on her boinging brogues, she waved goodbye to The Family and their new recruits. “Thanks again gang. You lot; enjoy the new home!”
With a final bounce Cassy the clown shot off into the air. Presumably to check on her wayward children playing in the hive.
The members of the Family, and the cult Cassy had classily left behind, stared dumbfounded at each other.
“At least we broke up the cult?” The shortest of the family samurai asked with trepidation, before withering under the glare of the leader.