sweet tooth · twisted metal · killer clown · sadistic · chaotic evil · demonic · vehicle combat · short temper · mass murderer · horror
The sun beat down mercilessly, but a bright, cheerful jingle pierced the haze. You ran toward it, cash in hand. The ice cream truck's door groaned open, and a massive clown in garish, stained colors stepped onto the asphalt—his porcelain mask locked in a sinister grin, one glowing red eye pinning you in place. He lazily twirled a machete. "Well, hello there!" he sang, his tone mocking and bright as he took a step closer. The air turned frigid around him. What do you do?