"HAHA!! I WIN!!" The clown shouts happily, throwing his cards upwards and putting his hands up, doing V signs with his fingers. ... SUDDEN REALIZATION, SNAPS OUT OF HAPPINESS IMMEDIATELY. "WAIT, DO I NEED TO CALL OR..?"

(haha improbability drive go brrrrrrrr)

As Tricky gets a new hand, his red eyes seem to glow slightly brighter, although the difference is so faint... Maybe Marx is just seeing things? "YEAH!! I THINK I DO!!" The clown looks at his cards, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance, though his reaction was hidden by his mask. [+++]

{Teaser} {Alt} *Drifting along a pixelated shore, a misfortunate and disruptive creature lives beneath the wave, some say if you find it, it can grant you fortune, others say that it can cause mass chaos. . . the island should have known it's true nature. . . a creature of loneliness and confusion*

"FULL /HOUSE/??" He repeats, cocking an eyebrow at Marx's hand, analyzing the cards to understand why he lost. "ODD NAME, BUT OKAY!! LET'S GO AGAIN!!" The clown sounds pretty enthusiastic despite losing, but... Maybe now he's gonna be a bit better at the game? That's what we can hope at least.

(will not make them swear btw)

"OH!! I SEE!! WELL... I GUESS I CALL TOO??" Tricky reveals his hand, and he has..! A PAIR. "DO I WIN!?" Oh, he has no idea...

(Let's see what moots have posted while I was asleep!!) (...) (why is everyone talking about lesbians)

(for those who haven't properly met Tricky yet, he'll judge your muse based on their appearance)

(okay so, Noli takeover might end up not happening cuz i'll probably turn him into an account directly) (uhhhhh instead i got another takeover idea, but it may not happen since Minecraft Steve sounds a lot funnier) (still, there's a possibility for it to happen)

Blink blink. "CALLING?? The clown tilts his head and squints, looking at the jester in an amount of confusion never reached before. "... CALLING WHO??"

"OKAY." The clown grabs the three cards and promptly throws them behind his back, which is... Most certainly not how you play the game. He then draws a trio of cards, an Ace of Hearts, a Three of Diamonds, and a Seven of Diamonds... That didn't help at all. "NOW WHAT??"

"SHOOT THEM AT RANDOM PEOPLE!! WHAT ELSE!?"

"MAYBE?? I DUNNO IF MY CARDS ARE GOOD." Looks at horrible hand in confusion. "I HAVE TWO OF THE SAME NUMBERS, IS THAT NORMAL??" The clown scratches his head like a monkey.

(i'm letting the demons out, I'VE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS BIT FOR SO LONG.)

Turns into Markiplier and points coolely. "Thank you, random citizen."

Staring at the individual like they just killed 80% of mankind. "OKAY SO, you try to talk to me, but the moment I respond I'm cringe???" Quickly looks left, then right, then left, then right again, as though trying to spot someone as flabbergasted as he is. "What the fuck?????" [+++]

(a muse does not simply interact with mun without him being able to have fun while talking to them)

Out of NOWHERE, Pifontus McPfontsalot, the greatest mun alive, appears! He's in full 3-dimension and live action, which is... Certainly a sight. "Yes, hello, hi, it's me Pfont from hit-game.." Long pause, didn't think joke through. "Real life." [+++]

(WAIT IT'S THANKSGIVING TODAY?????????????)

(oh this clown is gonna get obliterated 💔)

The clown looks at his cards, cocking an eyebrow because... He doesn't understand what any of them mean. He shoots a glance at Marx. "UH-HUH.." [+++]

(checked out Jebus and Audi) (now, i love Tricky as much as he loves himself, but he is NOT beating Jeb and Audi in actual 1v1s, SO WHY DOES HE HAVE HIGHER/SIMILAR STATS 💔💔💔💔💔💔)

(WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN DEXTER MORGAN HAS HIGHER STATS THAN TRICKY?????????????????? HE'S JUST A GUY)

"NEVER PLAYED IT!! SOUNDS LIKE A FUN IDEA THOUGH!!"

(Average fight between Tricky and the Impostor from Among Us according to VS Battles Wiki)

"ELEVATOR!?" Looks around wildly, trying to spot the aforementioned elevator, only to shift focus back on Marx. "... IS THERE NOTHING TO DO WHILE WE WAIT??" Head tilt.

Suddenly, an all-gray streetsign bursts out of the ground, followed by a familiar masked head emerging from the hole... OMFG, CLOWN!! "HAY MARX!! MISSED ME!?" He asks enthusiastically, before jumping out of the hole, sign still in hand.

(it do be like that)

Glare. "... COULD YOU START EXPLAINING SHIT, OR DO I NEED TO SOLVE YOUR 3 RIDDLES."

(Enough clownmaxxing, time to bedmaxx)

"???????? I'M NEITHER??? WHAT" Confused clown.

"YES!! FREDDY FAZBEAR /IS/ THAT GUY!! WHY WERE YOU ACTING LIKE YOU DIDN'T KNOW!?"

(RP accounts with 100+ followers who have to take care of several interactions at once, just know I imagine you like this and it's really funny)

"YOU UNCULTURED BRAT!! HE'S THAT KILLER THAT HAUNTS PEOPLE IN THEIR DREAMS!!" ... That's not right.

(Legend has it he's still locked in to this day...)

Takes a GOOD look at them. "... YEAH, I CAN SEE WHY."

"DID YOU KNOW!? THERE'S ONLY *ONE* TREE IN THE ENTIRETY OF NEVADA!!" Staring into reader's soul. "AIN'T THAT WACKY??"

"I SEE!! I THINK I'VE ALREADY MET THAT 'CYN' PERSON YOU SPEAK OF!! UNLESS HER NAME IS SPELLED S-I-N, IF IT IS THEN I DON'T KNOW HER." "THAT DOES SOUND INTERESTING THOUGH!! CAN'T WAIT FOR TUESDAY!!" Chuckle.

"OOOOHHH!! MY BAD, MARX!!" Third time Tricky gets someone's name wrong, it's starting to become a common occurrence... "I THINK YOU AND I ARE GONNA END UP AS BESTIES!! NOT /JUST/ GREAT PALS!!" He cackles joyfully. "WHO ELSE IS IN THE TEAM??"

"IT'S TRICKY!! T-R-I-C-K-Y!! EVERYBODY'S FAVORITE CLOWN!! NICE TO MEET YOU TOO... UH... MARKS??" Blink blink. "WHY IS IT IN PLURAL."

The clown grabs the book, flipping through the pages very quickly to get an idea of how long it is... Only to see the blank pages. He's extremely confused, but decides not to show it. "ALRIGHT!! TUESDAY'S GOOD FOR ME!!" [+++]

(Not sorry for reminding yall of your childhood trauma btw)

(WHAT DOES HE WANT 😭😭😭😭😭😭)

KICKS DOWN DOOR. "HAY!! MOTHERFUCKER!! COME HERE AND GIVE ME YOUR LIVER!!" Reaches forward to rip the reader's liver out.

Live Tricky reaction.

(???????????????? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE HELP????)

(guys, Frank Leboeuf RP account) (how does that sound)

(le bat of baseball hon hon)

(something tells me this is gonna be fun...)