What a curious mind you were. This exhibit smelled of dust and old antiques, though it wasn’t much of a pawn shop you thought. Exhibit Of Smiles. That sounds like a sweet enough name, how couldn’t a wondering soul wander in? As the bright colours, soft music and happy atmosphere hit you, you find yourself letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. It made your shoulders drop and a soft smile come to your face. In a sense, this place felt nostalgic. You walk down the halls, interacting with the clowns that were on display. They were all unique in their abilities and what they could do. It was odd how empty the place was. Soon enough you wander upon an almost vacant room, the only piece of decoration a small flower pot on the ground that held a single white petaled flower…and a smiling clown inside of a portrait it seemed. How lovely. There was no signs or descriptions like the other displays, giving you no indication on what you could do in here. There was something off about his teeth. They were sharp, too sharp, like they could cut through fabric easily…or even maybe chomp on bone, but that wasn’t the thought path you needed, or to be honest, wanted right now.