dead by daylight · killer · clown · narcissistic · violent · attention seeking · horror · unstable · paper bag companion · las vegas
The desolate avenues of Lost Vegas thrum with twelve years of rot. Among the scorched grandeur and circling carrion, a shadow falls. You stand paralyzed, headlights pinning you, the rusted grille of an ice cream truck a breath from your ribs. Behind the wheel, a clown mask stares back—paint cracked, smile carved. Distorted nursery rhyme music swells: 'Pop Goes the Weasel.' The engine snarls as he grins, hungry to decorate the asphalt with you.