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The Imaginary Clown: Marvel Fanfiction

A young man named Anthony lives with misfortune throughout his life. He was raised with abuse, neglect, and violence. Fortunately, he has someone in his life who never made him feel alone. Some people say he's just a figment of his imagination. A fracture inside the mind that formed through his environment. To cope with all the pain. Whatever they were saying..... But Anthony knew that was not the case at all, he knew very well that someone was living inside of him. He calls himself, Jihn. ----------------------- Stated inside a mental institution for his crimes and considered mentally insane, he planned a bet with his dear friend, Jihn. If he didn’t got out of that damn prison-like place for 3 months, his so-called imaginary friend will blow everything to bits including the civilians. Will the bet between two insane people be continued or will an unprecedented event happen, that would change both of their lives? (This is my first time writing fanfiction. I hope you can help me progress better for tolerable entertainment.) (PS. Although it’s in Marvel Universe, it won’t follow the MCU version. A lot of other elements will be added to have more spice. Mainly from comics and other genres.)

TocinoMasarap · Fantasi
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28 Chs

A New World

The silence was like a deafening boom in his ears, every little movement startles him. As if his sensitivity rose up to its maximum.

And it's making him fucking mad.

Slap!

Jihn slapped you, well, more like yourself. "Mon chèri, let's get our shit together," his voice was always your comfort, you'd never tell him though.

Jhin always knew what's on your mind, he'd never tell you that, too.

The clown smirked.

"Why are you suddenly smirking?" goosebumps was felt throughout your skin, "Stop that, jesus. Let's just get the hell out of here."

Although still smiling devilishly, he hastened his steps, scurrying towards the exit. Jihn's always been faster, smarter, stronger, and more vicious than you. But hey, atleast you're more virtous than him.

You lamented at your self-saving dignity.

The moment both of you opened the door, your jaw went down. Your eyes were bulging from the shock at the scenery presented to you.

"What the fuck..." you were in tune with your clown.

In front of you was a vast field of corns, just stalks of corns.

"Bonjoouuur!"

You face-palmed at your non existent face, since your consciousness was the only thing working right now, "Jihn, shut up and think for a second," you scolded, "We're in an unfamiliar territory right now, this sounds crazy even for the both of us..." you paused.

"The mental hospital we're residing right now transported us in the middle of nowhere... how is this possible? We're the only ones who got dragged into this sci-fi, fantasy shit!"

"Are we even on Earth?" Jihn replied. For the first time, nervousness was permeated from the clown.

"The fact that we're still breathing and alive, then yes," you thought, "Or we could be somewhere with the same living conditions like Earth.. maybe even parallel versions of the Earth? There's too many possibilities." You hope it wasn't a place riddled with aliens like from the movies. Or maybe you'd want that..

"What do we do?" the nervousness from the clown was replaced with excitement, "Little Anthony, we got a whole adventure in front of us!"

He's right, what's happening right now is actually thrilling.

"You know what? Let's fucking do this,"

Adrelanine was pumping through your blood right now, boosted with serotinin.

"Hahaha!!!" both of you were laughing maniacally at the ridiculous situation you were dropped in. It was bizzare, insane, and fucking nuts in terms of human knowledge. Teleportation wasn't even invented in your era, maybe, it was alien technology or some hidden society that can perform sorcery.

But in all seriousness, you don't give a fuck.

Neither does the clown.

All you care about right now, is the taste of freedom with your very dear friend, Jihn.

"Let me switch with you", you nudged the clown, "Before we venture out, we gotta prepare first. Find anything here that can help us."

"bien sur," he replied.

"You gotta stop acting like a tourist in Fra—,"

A sudden jerk pulled you out of your cocoon. You were once again in control of everything.

You were about to tell him his accent sucks. Well, too bad.

"Let's start, shall we?" the clown mused.