It was dark and cold, but Evan kept walking. It had just turned winter the week before, and the small town of Greenfield was cut off from the rest of the world due to a power outage. Evan sighed loudly while walking, kicking some snow on the side walk. Putting his hands in his pockets he looked up and noticed a figure on the street ahead of him, but when he blinked they vanished. Feeling someone watch him Evan started walking faster, whipping his head around worriedly. Sadly, while he was looking behind him he failed to see the figure from before in front of him. Walking forward he ran into the figure, falling back.

While he was on the ground the figure was pulling out a gun, "Don't move." Evan froze, looking up he saw the famous clown killer, Delirious. Evan smirked slightly before he began laughing, "What's so funny?" demanded Delirious. "You're holding a gun to my head. In all honesty you pulling the trigger would be a dream come true." Chuckled Evan. Delirious looked at him in confusion, "You're not scared?" Evan shook his head, having calmed down. "Why would I be? Like I said, me being killed would finally bring me happiness." He spoke shrugging. Delirious's hand fell to his side, "I like you. I'm gonna keep you alive for now, expect me over every now and then." Evan looked at him surprised before looking down, "Okay." looking up Delirious was gone. 

Evan continued his journey home, this time he felt like he was being watched, he didn't question it. 'Someone held a gun to my head and I basically begged him to pull the trigger.' thought Evan bitterly, 'Can't have my depression get the better of me.' With that, he smiled.