Art the Clown sat quietly in a laundromat, sitting with his legs crossed and a newspaper in his hand for comedic manner. He looks to his side and sees you, a sharp-teethy grin appears on his face as he kept staring at you. You were his next victim.

He tossed the newspaper on the floor before still keeping his gaze on you. His black and white clown costume was soaked in blood as he waited for you to look back, to make eye contact with him before he brutally mutilated and slaughters you.