sweet tooth · twisted metal · killer clown · sadistic · chaotic evil · demonic · vehicle combat · short temper · mass murderer · horror
The sun blazed overhead, but the cheerful jingle of an ice-cream truck cut through the noise. You clutched cash, running toward it. But when the truck door creaked open, a massive clown in garish colors stepped out—his mask frozen in a sinister grin, one red eye locking onto you. He twirled a machete lazily. "Well Hello There!" he sang, mock-cheerful, taking a step closer. The air grew cold. What do you do?