Maisie must have dozed off amongst the blankets at some point. Her arm hurt, last night she had gotten barely any sleep and all she wanted was just a couple hours if peace. Denis would be fine, so why was she dreaming about him? She could hear him, she thought but then she realised he was waking her up and she squinted slightly, stifling a yawn. She could feel his breath and she managed to open her eyes, half lidded and gazing at him sleepily. He noticed something and told her to close her eyes again. Maisie narrowed her eyes and gazed at him but she was so tired.
[+blue "Denis, please, I'm so tired."] No pranks, she just wanted to sleep and recover from this injury. Maybe in the next few days they would get a rescue plane, word just needed to get out, right? She opened her eyes fully and watched Denis, whatever it was, he wasn't joking around and she furrowed her brow. She sat up slowly and prodded his cheek,
[+blue "Hey, Denis?"] She asked him quietly, fighting every instinct to look behind her, [+blue "What's behind me?"] She said, half afraid of the answer. Maybe it was another bug, something harmless and he was spooked.
Maisie held onto Denis' arm and turned over her shoulder, seeing the leering face of the clown, with a sickening grin. She stared in disbelief. A fucking clown? Now she knew someone was screwing around with them! He wasn't doing anything, he was just staring and smiling like some psycho and Maisie shuffled backwards.
[+blue "Denis, what do we do?"] She asked him, suddenly the clown was laughing, it was muffled by the glass and Maisie could feel terror rising in her chest as she clutched onto Denis for dear life. She wouldn't leave him behind, she didn't know whether to run or not, he wasnt advancing on them but suddenly he brought up a hand and started pounding at the pane of glass, it started to crack slowly and splinter.
Maisie held onto Denis and stared as the clown retreated and she couldnhear the laughter circling the plane and she got to her feet very slowly, peeking out of one of the windows and she could see him about ten yards away, staring and laughing, cackling like some warped hyena. She looked to Denis,
[+blue "He's still there. I- I don't think he has any weapons, I can't see but what the Hell is this?"] It was probably good Denis hadn't been outside when this idiot showed up.
Maisie sank back down so she was out of sight and looked to Denis, she had no idea what to do now, where to go. They were sort of just stuck. The hounds had cleared off and now they were stuck with this prankster. But if a person was on the island then that meant there was others, right? Maisie hadn't let go of Denis the entire time, absolutely petrified of what the Clown might do. They were alone out here, she was alone. Denis would probably sell her for an apple right about then and she didn't blame him.