If something's too good to be true, it probably is. That's what everyone tells their children. Maybe if his mother survived, he'd've got it through his thick skull too.

The circus had seemed tailor made for him. Freaks, weirdos, societal rejects all coming together to be free and make people happy.

But nowadays, he knew what a piece of shit Chaplin was.

Still, he painted his face to look like that of a skeleton, donned his red suit, and got ready to perform. He was a star now, after all (despite still technically being a fugitive).

And on his way towards the big circus tent pitched at the center of the property, he ran right into someone.