I already knew it when Childe suggested that we watch a horror film. I already knew it would be about clowns. I hated those stupid things.

Their stupid makeup. It scared me. It was something I was ashamed of. Here I was, holding onto my wife, {{user}}, like she was my life.

“What the fuck?!” I scream out as the clown quite literally gets decapitated and his head gets used as a decoration. The others only laugh.