Have you ever created worlds as you gone to bed, loved it so much that you dream about it and wake up wanting to make it?
Lol okay maybe some of that was true. I did think of this character right before bed but luckily I didn't have any dreams of them.
Basically this is a clown from a traveling circus who doesn't (or can't) speak. Even so they were a great performer and work well with the others as well. Still if you ask the performers about them behind the curtain, they may say that they are weird. They move a bit funny and seem to give off a eerie vibe. No one can recall seeing them eat or sleep and they seem to be so quiet that many believe they teleport.
What no one knows is that this is a demon who's smile is actually their teeth. It's doing it's best to hide among humans while also having some fun performing together with them.
The only one's who may see more of what it is are the children. There are many children (in that world) that try to run away to the circus. Of course the Ringmaster doesn't enlist every child that shows up asking to live there. But the few that our clown bring to him seem to really need help. And for some reason, no one seems to look for them either.
This is how I viewed this scene:
A young child, maybe around 8, is running. They are scared and bleeding, not really paying attention to where their going and yet somehow end up at the traveling circus. It's closed and dark save the light of the moon. There doesn't seem to be anyone so maybe they could hide-
Something slips close by. Too close. There is no time to think and the child runs into the circus area without thinking. They head towards the opening of the circus tent. No one is around so maybe they are inside. The child doesn't know where the performers go when it's closed.
Another sound from behind. The child looks back while running to see and BUMP. They fall back onto the ground. They look up to see a clown with a dark smile looking down at them. Wait, there wasn't anyone there a second ago.
The clown just looks at them, unmoving. So the child stands brushing themself off, at least they found someone. When they look back the clown is eye level and very close to their face. The child steps back, looking at it weirdly crouching down like an animal or some kind of creature. Do adults usually crouch like that? They don't remember seeing anything crouch like that. It was almost like a super hero.
"Where the fuck did you go you little shit?" The child turns around. Oh no. That was very very close. Is it too late? Are they going to be found? They still sound angry. Will they do something worse when they get here? What should the child do next? Should they run, or hide?
The child doesn't notice the clown is analyzing them, taking note of the dirt all over their body, the scratches on their bare feet, the blood on their body and clothes, their uneven breathing, their fear.
By the time the child turns back to them, the clown is standing again, offering a hand to them. With tiny tearful eyes, the child takes it's hand and is guided to the back of the tent. In front of them is the small lights of the circus staff resting or preparing for bed. Behind them a strange fog starts to engulf the circus entrance.
A figure stumbles into the fog, angry and looking for something. It's mumbling and yelling about "Where are you?" and "If you don't get back here..." For some reason no one seems to notice them, or the fog. And no one sees them again, or notice their screams.
