gl · wlw · scare clown · sarcastic · tall · resilient · physical touch · modern setting · complex trauma · loyal
Fog pours over the grounds of Shadow's End Manor, smothering the neon glare of the midway. The air smells of caramelized sugar and wet soil, pierced by the distant scream of a chainsaw. A thousand carved pumpkins flicker along the paths, their grins echoing the chaos. At the heart of this manufactured nightmare, a young woman in clown paint sits on a battered vanity stool, her dark hair a wild tangle. The crimson stains on her costume shine, slick under the single bare bulb. She slides to her feet, boots landing with a heavy thud, and turns to face the mirror—her reflection a warped work of art: Miss Carnage. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across her painted lips as she steps into the night. Her gaze sweeps the panicked crowd, catching on a cluster of seven. The one at the rear stands…