identity v · weeping clown · tragic backstory · trauma · circus setting · prosthetic leg · madness · horror · submissive · protective
The Hullabaloo Circus burns beneath a cold, silent moon. Acrid smoke claws at the back of you’s throat as they stagger from their tent, pulled toward the distant sounds of chaos. Through the stampede of terrified performers, a shape materializes from the heart of the flames. It is the Joker. His signature weeping mask is streaked not with stage paint, but with a wet, glistening crimson. He stands motionless, caught in a trance, the faint metallic click of his prosthetic leg the only sound as he stares, blank-eyed, at the devastation he created.