(A/N: I wanna give a shout-out to Rekeffer who came up with this idea for the clown! Thanks so much! I appreciate it!)

~Y/N POV~

Clown: It looks like we're gonna have a laugh party here and if you have a laugh party, you gotta have some funny music!

He then started playing some corny clown music that was so bad, I didn't even laugh, not even Wolfie or Otis.

Clown: Let's see what I have in here.

This guy then pulled out a gun that shot a blank with a towel that said "Bang!", and it didn't do anything to make us fucking laugh.

Clown: Oh, well, that's not fun.

Instead of waiting, I cocked my hammer back at him, pointing my revolver at him.

Y/N: I suggest you do something quick before I kill you, you pussy looking dumbass! You hear me!

Clown: Okay, okay, okay, I'm trying! Oh, card tricks. Card tricks. Who loves good card tricks, huh? I love good card tricks. Let's see now.

He then pulled out a card thing that's supposed to pour "cards" into a long line that failed so miserably that I actually started laughing, but it was sarcastic laughing rather than the real thing.

Clown: Are you laughing? Sir?

Y/N: Yeah. I'm laughing. I'm laughing at the fact that you're not even trying to be funny! You better try to make any of us laugh or you will regret it!

Clown: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll keep on it.

Y/N: Make us laugh, or you're dead!

Clown: Ma'am? Here, dry those tears. I'm funnier than you think.

I glared at him who was trying his best, where I'll give him a bit of praise, but it's still not enough.

Clown: You know, I got these pants from a fella who was on a diet. It was a seafood diet. He saw food and-

Y/N: What is this, a fuckin' AA meeting? Get to the good shit, already!

Clown: Alright, alright!

Now, he started throwing mini confetti around while dancing as this was getting fucking stupid! It was so stupid that I was not havin' it!

It was all slow motion for me as this fucking clown was playing with his miniature confetti, trying to make us laugh, but it wasn't working, so, instead of trying to enjoy it, I pulled my revolver out and shot his fucking throat!

Started coughing up all the blood from his mouth and that was so funny Wolfie, Otis, I were laughing our fucking asses off while the bitches were screaming in fear!

When we were done laughing, I spoke to the clown, who was coughing and trying to hold onto his throat from bleeding to death.

Y/N: You know, Bozo? You just proved that you are funny! You got me to laugh! You got us laughing with a smile on our face and a boner in our pants! So, go ahead! You're free to leave! Go on! You earned it!

He stumbled towards the front door, looking to walk out, but he dropped onto the floor, dead.

That got me hittin' shoulders and shittin' boulders in hearty laughter!

Black Bitch: You're sick. All of you!

Y/N: We're sick? We're just as sane as you, only more minded than you think. This motherfucker, the only time he made us laugh was when I shot his fucking throat! The one clown that made us all laugh for real was Captain Spaulding, not this guy who's face is painted that looks like a woman's uterus if she had a yeast infection!

Soon after that, we brought everyone to the table and tied them up as we looked around the house again. Wolfie didn't bother to touch that urn again but Otis found a painting of the Big Boss Man.

Otis: This fucking guy really loves himself. Except his got a face you just wanna punch.

I then took my shotgun and shot through the painting, where the head was.

Y/N: Or shoot.

Otis: Will you quit it with the fucking shooting? You'll get the neighborhood woken up!

Y/N: Bring on the neighbors, the pigs if you will. They want a fight with me? I'm ready. I don't care, they're dead when they get close to me.

Otis: You really are somethin', you know that?

Y/N: You think? I'm thinking good, my smarts are as straight as my dick.

Otis: Don't talk about your dick.

Y/N: Why not?

I walked over to Warden and I know that I gotta quit messing around and have him get me my Baby back.

Y/N: Alright, Big Boss Man. Here's the plan: tomorrow, we're gonna wake up, put on some of that nice cologne that your bitch loves so much, maybe one of these stupid fucking flower shirts, those stupid fucking glasses, drive to fucking work, go into the fucking office, pick up the fucking phone, and come up with some bullshit to get my girl brought to your fucking office. She changes into some fucking prison-guard duds, you sneak her the fuck out and you bring her the fuck over here. It's so simple, a fucking 5 year old could do it.

Warden: Can't happen, it's impossible.

Y/N: The only thing that's gonna be impossible is you living after I put a bullet in your fucking head. When I tell you to do something, you do it. You understand?

Warden: She's insane. I take the shackles off, she's gonna try to kill me.

Y/N: That may be true, unless she behaves only for me. How about this, I'll write you a note, give it to her first, or she will make tomorrow your last day on earth. Do we have a deal? I have no problem going in there, killing anyone in my way, getting Baby out of that joint if we don't.

Warden: Okay. I'll do what you ask.

Y/N: Oh, I'm sorry. You thought I was asking? No, I was demanding. You're more of an dumbass than I thought. Still, we have a deal. If she tries to kill you, don't blame me. It's the law of nature.

I giggled as I walked away to write the note.

What I wrote is,

"Baby, do what this fucker tells you to do and you'll be fine. Just do it for me. I love you. Y/N"

I even decided to fold it up because in the morning, I give this guy the note and said...

Y/N: Whatever you do, don't look at the fucking note. If you do, I'll know. Get the fuck out of here and don't come back until you managed to get my Baby out of that shithole you call a prison. If you were able to do so, you can come back. Go on.

He nodded with fear as I was waiting for it.

To pass the time, I decided to sleep in the Warden's bed until it was time to kill everyone and then leave.

~Hours Later~

?????: Warden's back.

I woke up and got up, where I saw her in the guard outfit. She may be looking like a damn grandma, but she's still beautiful to me.

Baby: Y/N?

Y/N: Baby, you're still here.

We walked forward, we hugged and kissed so hard that we finally got her out of that joint. I was so happy to see her after so long.

As I hugged her, I looked at Wolfie, who smiled and showed the ring around his neck, telling me that he's got it and I was ready to propose to her when the time is right.

After we hugged, I looked at Baby who had some scars on her forehead.

Y/N: What did they do to you?

Baby: They tried to kill me, Y/N. Making me feel like you would forget me.

Y/N: You think I'd forget about you when you're the one for me?

Baby: I love you so much.

Y/N: I love you too, Baby. Now come on, let's kill everyone and get out of here.

Otis went off on ransacking this house, Warden tried to kill Otis, but when his whore tried to get him, he shot, but he missed and shot his wife instead!

Warden: Judy!

I threw her off if Otis and handed her to Wolfie instead, who slit her throat as Baby was chasing that white bitch who was naked in all her glory.

I walked up to Big Boss Man and wielded my shotgun at his face.

Y/N: You remember the first words you ever spoke to Otis and I, Porn 'Stache?

Warden: No.

Y/N: Really? The Big Boss Man doesn't remember? You said, "This is my death factory, and you are the product." Now, the product has made you its bitch. And one other thing.

Warden: What?

Y/N: This is for Cutter.

I pulled the trigger and spilled his brains all over the floor.

Then, Baby came dancing into the room and singing just adorably that I actually giggled at that!

Baby: And pop, pop
Little party hats and
Pop, pop
Little...

She then stopped and looked at us across the room.

Baby: Hey!

She walked over to a Native American chief hat and put it on as she said...

Baby: Some old broad next door saw me gut that bitch. Um, think we should think about rolling out of here soon.

Y/N: Alright, get the shit.

Otis: Let's go.

Wolfie: Let's go. Fucking pigs.

Baby: Hold on. I want that.

Y/N: Then go get it. It's all yours.

Baby: You're the best!

She kissed my cheek as she grabbed a bow and arrow kit and we managed to get away from this house before the cops got us as Baby just kept dancing and singing as it was now my mission to bring her back to reality, but first...

Baby: And went through the pool
And the cupcakes

...Baby and I had to spend time together the best way we know how: fucking.