Chaoji's Imitations – Failure
One fine day at the Black Order, Chaoji found he wasn't getting enough attention. He racked his pitiful mind for an idea. However, as expected, nothing came up. So he went to watch TV and forgot about it for five minutes. While watching TV, he saw a comedian doing celebrity imitations. A dull light bulb lit above his head, almost burning out. He leapt up as fat as he could, and an hour later he was standing and left the room to go practice some imitations with the people he thinks are his friends that just pity him.
"I'm going to do a great Crowned Clown impersonation that will impress them all!" he sang merely as he skipped down the now shaking halls. He took a Sharpie marker, drew Allen's scar, and began crying at the top of his lungs, "I AM THE CLOWN CROWNED…I MEAN, CROWNED CLOWN!"
"That marker doesn't come off, dumbass," Kanda muttered as he walked by him, refusing to make eye contact (Chaoji is not worthy of his sexy stares).
Miranda, pitying him, decided to be helpful.
"Maybe you should add some more details of the Clown outfit, like the fur and the sword…"
"Actually, change your whole costume, man. Allen does NOT wear a rubber red nose," Lavi commented from behind.
"I wasn't wearing one!"
"Oh, sorry. I should've known it wouldn't have fit you anyway," he muttered.
After putting on a raccoon he got from God knows where, and making a cardboard sword, he decided to show Allen himself.
"How…um…flattering…" Allen managed to stutter. It was hard to keep a straight face with Lavi laughing over his shoulder.
And he failed.