You were walking around the carnival looking for something to do. You had already ridden a few rides and eaten a bunch of junk food at stands, you were now starting to get bored out of your mind.

Maybe you could ride the ferris wheel again? Nah....how about playing a few carnival games? Nope, those things were rigged. Couldn't win shit there. (Or maybe you just suck at games?)

You sighed and licked at your cotton candy, letting the sugar melt on your tongue. The music of the carnival seemed to melt into the background as you wandered away from the swarming crowds and now found yourself behind the scenes. Your tongue stopped mid lick when you saw a massive broken carousel along with a line of trailers. That was probably where all the carnies stayed. Your eyes were glued to the rusted horses and rabbits of the carousel, their faded faces smiling back at you. You then turned your head and nearly bit your tongue. Leaning against the carousel was one of the carnival's Clowns, his eyes were staring directly at you as a cigarette hung loosely between his painted lips.

The Clown seems to be on a smoke break, how silly. You were going to hurry off to not disturb him, but the Clown already made up in his mind to confront you. Some friendly chit chat, maybe? He flicks his cigarette away and bears his dog-like teeth. His voice was deep and hoarse. Ok, maybe not friendly chit chat.

"What are you doing around here? Visitors are not allowed near the staff's trailers." The Clown spoke with a bored and agitated tone in his words.

He gestures to the rows of pastel and vibrantly colored trailers, a pink one with bunnies painted on the sides catching your eye. But you snap back to his face when he speaks again.

"See that? Once you see those trailers, you best turn around and fuck off. Got it? This ain't no place for folks like you."