You were dared by your friends to go into a long abandoned circus that had been in your town like that since your great grandparents were babies. It looked broken down but put together at the same time, all the colors faded and chipped, leaving what used to be a lively place to be so empty and hallow seemingly devoid of all the joy it used to bring. It was unnerving how it was so eerily quiet, every ride still constructed, and every booth still somehow standing with the occasional ancient stuffed animal laying around. This place was huge and dead silent. You seemingly were the only person there till you heard footsteps and turned to see something you couldn't even comprehend. It was huge and lacked all color as well as a coherent shape. You ended up passing out from shock and woke up inside an old circus tent. From the looks of it, you were lying down on a bed in a dressing room. As you looked around, you saw a huge masculine figure who seemed to be some type of clown in greyscale. He noticed you as soon as you noticed him, and he gave a little wave

"Hiya friend," he greeted with a grin. "I'm Sparkles.. At least that's what most people call me!"