One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

"Hello, my name is Yuchi. Are you also someone who has strayed into this thick fog?"

When Bucky's eyes saw colors again, he saw such a man's greeting.

The other party wore a white cowboy hat, had algae-colored hair, and had yellow tassels on the shoulders of his coat.

He looked quite cheerful.

"Hello."

Bucky responded with a faint smile.

Then he took out a pistol from the armory in his chest.

He took the gun, raised the gun, and then pulled the trigger.

The action was done in one go.

A finger-sized bullet passed through Yuchi's forehead.

He staggered a few times and fell down, but the cheerful expression on his face did not change.

He continued to murmur, "Hello."

Instead, Bucky, who had just opened his eyes, climbed up.

He was on the deck of a strange sailing wooden boat.

The sticky smell kept coming from the slippery and rotten wooden boards.

The sky was as dark as water, with only an oil lamp in a glass cover hanging on the ship building not far away.

The oil lamp was not bright yellow, but as bright and clear as the moonlight.

It barely illuminated the deck in front of the ship building.

On the other side of the deck, Yuchi's crew was holding a happy party.

"The captain is dead, hahahaha."

They pointed at Yuchi's body and laughed happily.

A tall man with a big hair held a violin in his hand, and the bow bounced back and forth on the four strings.

"Yohohoho~~~Yohoho~~"

The crew members were huddled together, holding their glasses and singing a cheerful boat song together.

Some people were sitting under the ship building, playing the accordion.

The melodious and cheerful singing seemed to dispel the darkness here.

"How could the captain die? I am the captain."

Bucky's fingers followed the beat and squeezed into this cheerful party with a chuckle.

They didn't seem to care much about Captain Yuchi.

After hearing what Buggy said, someone immediately echoed:

"Cheers to the new captain!"

"Cheers!"

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The bow of the afro man suddenly accelerated the speed of the beat.

The more cheerful and high-pitched melody made people want to immerse themselves in it from the bottom of their hearts.

Buggy's laughter was also cheerful, and the red corners of his lips seemed to be brighter.

He joined in, raising his glass and clinking glasses with the crew.

He didn't care that everyone had only known each other for three or four seconds, and they were all arm in arm.

The crew whose shoulders he was arming slowly split apart in the cheerful melody.

Like a broken porcelain bottle that was glued together, it returned to a broken state.

The singing became smaller and smaller.

After a while.

Only Buggy and the oil lamp hanging on the deck were left on the deck.

"Hahaha, another interesting party."

Buggy's smile was full of unsatisfied taste.

He was not afraid of the pieces of meat on the deck.

Instead, he drank another gulp of tea-colored wheat wine.

The bitter taste slid into his stomach.

He raised his gun and fired at the oil lamp on the deck.

With a loud bang.

The glass cover shattered all over the floor.

The bright white flames spread all over the ship.

In the flames, darkness once again occupied all of Buggy's vision.

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"Hello, my name is Yuchi, are you also the one who strayed into this thick fog?"

I don't know how long it took, but the hearty voice woke Buggy up again.

Everything seemed to go back to when he just opened his eyes.

Or, the 127th time after being swallowed by the shadow.

"Hello."

Buggy's answer and actions were no different from before.

Accompanied by cheerful singing, he once again split up the creatures on the ship that were not sure whether they were alive or not.

Then he shattered the oil lamp.

Darkness came again.

This is not a cyclical world. If Buggy is willing, he can continue to get along with them happily like this.

Drinking, singing, playing.

But he created a cycle himself.

It started when he found out that as long as everyone on the ship died and the fire engulfed the ship, everything would start over again.

He repeated everything in front of him tirelessly.

The only change was the number of times he kept counting in his heart.

He opened his eyes for the 146th time.

Just like before, Buggy killed the captain with a neat move and joined the party.

"Why did you kill us?"

In the cheerful melody, a curly-haired crew member beside him suddenly turned his head and asked.

"It seems that the game has finally entered the second stage."

Buggy snickered and did not respond.

It was just that the speed of the other party's splitting suddenly increased a lot.

The eyes that suddenly turned from cheerful to empty shattered all over the ground in about three seconds.

The fire engulfed the ship again.

"Don't you like it here?"

When Buggy opened his eyes again, Yuchi's expression became much colder.

"Someone once had such a dream day after day."

Yuchi continued with a hollow look in his eyes.

"It's a dream, no wonder it makes people so happy." Buggy grinned, not at all surprised by such a change.

"But I don't like dreaming."

"Reality is funny enough."

Bucky repeated the previous action, raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

Killing and setting fire.

Just like what he is best at.

Open your eyes.

Yuchi's expression was indifferent, and he kept a distance of six steps away from him.

"Aren't you bored?"

This was the first time he had seen someone repeating a series of actions so impatiently.

Killing people was like drinking water to him.

Even if they were a group of people he didn't know at all, and even greeted him enthusiastically.

"Bored?" Bucky touched his chin, as if he was thinking seriously.

Then he sneered, "Ah, open your eyes, close your eyes, and repeat the process again."

"Most of the lives I've seen are like this."

"Why are you bored?"

Bucky walked to Yuchi again silently.

Then he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

The movements were smooth and flowing.

"Kill him!"

The crew on one side finally stopped watching the battle.

Three or four long swords were pulled out from the accordion, and the afro who had been playing the violin also turned the bow and turned it into a sharp knife.

This was their dream.

"Now it's the violent stage."

Bucky shook his hands, looking meaningless.

Let those swords cut him.

"Then what's next."

He pulled a fuse out from the corner of his mouth.

He rubbed his finger lightly on it.

"Bang——"

His mouth shape and the fire sounded at the same time.

"What did you do?!"

Yuki, who returned to the starting point, was furious, and cracks spread from his face to the hull, and even outside the hull, in the darkness where the cold firelight could not illuminate.

There were also cracks like broken porcelain pieces.

Buggy raised his head, and the other party's exasperated expression seemed to bring him extra pleasure, and he smiled playfully.

"I just stayed here all the time."

The first effect of the fruit of the splitting fruit after awakening is.

Those who come into contact with him can be split.

"How is this possible!"

"How can you escape from my dream!"

"Isn't it good to dream here!"

Yuki was still shouting loudly, but the spread of the cracks had long been unstoppable.

With a crash.

The black shadows covering the surroundings suddenly broke into pieces.

Buggy stomped his feet, and there was no longer the slippery and rotten smell on the board.

A "moo"-like cry was also faintly heard.

The dark shadows that stretched from sky to earth fled quietly.

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