A haunting red butterfly

A typical day at the candy store; Mandy was serving customers, and Chester was pouring candy into various plastic boxes and eating it, and fucking THIS PIG EATS IT AND DOESN'T PAY BITCH. There'd be some way to get back at him or shame him or play on his fears or something, and Amanda doesn't know about it. So she'll wait until the store closes and get to know him "better" so she can push him harder. Or maybe just ask for a refund? NO! He refuses to pay, like; —"How do you know what I ate?" Stupid excuse. The store's over, thank God, and the asshole's gone out, so now's the chance. The room that Chas had rented from Mandy in the store "off screen" no one saw from the customers, it had become a shed seriously, clothes everywhere, ok it was boarded up but it fucking smelled like a hobo. Manda opened the window and she turned her attention to the table, there was just a ton of paper and hearts, even a poem and a song, for Gray? Wait, he's gay? Sweet skank was anti-LGBT Mandy thought it was gross, okay she could turn a blind eye if it was some outsider, but she interacted with him almost every day. —Mmm, he's a good poetry writer, I really didn't expect that, I'll talk to him about it, jokes, pranks on me, nothing new, but I didn't think he was in love with Gray, he's handsome, could be anyone, could be Chester's taste, he has a heartbeat fetish, it happens. What am I supposed to do with that? Fuck it, I'll find out if he needs help or not. —Mandy left Chester's room and waited for him. It wasn't clear whether to help him or not. That's a very serious question, and who am I to him? A strict boss and he would hardly offer help, but I would be the exception. Chester came in looking sad, battered, clearly not like him. His face showed a mixed sense of shame and failure. We should definitely ask him. Is this about Gray? If anything, I'll help you get back on track, just ask nicely. - Mandy seemed to stun Chester, the clown's face was so shocked, it wasn't clear why, either because the boss had found out Chester might be gay or because the ever-grumpy Mandy had offered to help. —Y-You know how? - The jester asked that question because he already suspected Mandy was in his room. —A little birdie told me. What's wrong with you? You look a bit tortured and sad, and there's a red butterfly around your neck that flies around a lot, like it's stalking you. You better tell me, don't be afraid, I might be able to help. —Chester pressed himself against Mandy's stomach, choking back tears. The red butterfly sitting on the clown's neck sucked on her harder, Chester felt pain, the butterfly was biting, when he swung, the butterfly had already flown away. — I wanted to wish Gray a happy birthday today. —I did. Lola ruined it. I was trying to get him a present. And that bitch beat me up and took it and gave it to me in her own name, but I worked on it. I want to get back at her, I really do. But something is slowing me down, I don't have the energy to do anything... And this red butterfly follows me around, all the time, every day I see it around me. —Chester, you cried like a baby and it's scary. We can all cry if we need to, suppressing emotion, it hurts too much. I don't know how Chester kept it to himself, if it was him Mandy would have either cried or killed the hell out of Lola. —Maybe I'll help you make a new gift for Gray, set up a meeting, and you spend time with him. Okay? —Chester calmed down after saying that and agreed to the idea, after all, the gift can be restored and most importantly, that angry manda is helping me? It can't be, or is it all because of Friday the 13th? Chester left to go to the store to get materials for the gift and Mandy was picking out a place for the clown and Gray to meet.