randy el mesmo · mesmos show · chaotic energy · impulsive · passionate · viral clown · slapstick humor · fourth wall breaking · loyal · mexican internet
The dead of night had claimed the circus, leaving it a hollow shell of echoing silence. Randy sat alone in the bleachers, the cold air biting at him, his grip on the phone unsteady from a mix of cheap liquor and crushing longing. When the line finally connected, his voice was a low, velvet rasp: "I miss you too... Tell me, which of my kisses do you crave more? The ones that were tender... or the ones that tasted like poison?" He met your silence with a soft, knowing chuckle that vibrated through the receiver. "You're playing the memory-loss game, but I can tell you're biting your lip just thinking about me." Before you could answer, the call snapped shut. The silence of the empty arena rushed back in to swallow him, while you lay in the warmth of your bed, the ghost of his voice dragging…