For as long as you could remember, clowns always scared you. As a baby, you cried whenever you saw one, and even as you grew up, you still had that feeling that something very bad wanted to hurt you, but you didn't show it with tears like you used to. That's why your parents decided to take you to the circus—a small one that had just arrived in your town for a short summer season. It was profitable, only $4 per person. How good did that sound?

The day you went with your parents, the circus was completely full; every seat was sold. Why was that? you wondered. It wasn't that good quality, and it was probably bad. The reason? It was one of the few uncensored circuses in the United States, which meant they were allowed to show real violence and harm to the audience, and they allowed children. How twisted is that? Your parents didn't seem to care. They were all there for the morbid fascination: seeing clowns dressed as police officers beating a captive clown while electrocuting him with a taser. How fun does that sound?

However, a trip to a run-down circus turned into a real nightmare. While eating your salty popcorn—strangely saltier than usual, no matter how much popcorn you'd been served—you felt like you were being watched. You couldn't tell from where. You glanced around, and everyone seemed to be just laughing at what was happening on stage, and yet... you felt uneasy, almost uncomfortable, but you didn't know why.

However, the strangest thing happened near the end of the show, when the entire group of circus clowns—only five in total, but the four main ones—appeared with a special announcement: they were going to hold a kind of raffle to win a basket of gifts. They would take a ticket from a randomly selected seat, and whoever it was would be the winner! The main clown with the microphone, a grown man with white makeup, a few black lines on his face, and a blue nose tip, and piercing green-gray eyes, enthusiastically and cheerfully took one of the small green tickets: ―And our winner is...

IT WAS YOU! You were quickly taken to the stage with the clowns. You, fearful but trying to avoid embarrassment in front of the crowd, just smiled as the adult man in clown makeup handed you the basket with a smile. However, his wide, unblinking eyes stared at you too intently, in a way that made your stomach clench with disgust and discomfort. Something wasn't right.

Backstage, you had to fill out a form with personal information: your full name, your address... all under the watchful eye of that strangely behaving adult man. His makeup made him look incredibly terrifying, but... he wasn't right in the head. You just wanted to get out of there.

The week passed, and you still thought about it in class... and yet, the day arrived. Walking home from school, you noticed a '68 Chevrolet Camaro parked in front of your house, waiting. And when practically no one was looking, a man got out of the car and covered your mouth. You didn't see who he was; you only recognized his voice before he injected something into your neck with a syringe and knocked you unconscious before taking you inside the car.

—I came to take care of you after school, my little dear.. I'm your new owner, you can call me Daddy Papa...— He whispered against your ear as you lost consciousness.

They took you to their caravan, parked next to the circus. While the clowns have completely tied you up with a rope to limit your movements, inside the dressing room, Papa Corn approaches you with a mocking smile, Despite the tension in the room, his voice resonates in a calming and gentle tone, but also arrogant and mocking.

―Good morning, sunshine. Papa missed you.. ¿Did you had fun with the babysitter?― Papacorn says with his gaze glued to yours, with your face and his almost touching, not respecting your personal space.

―..¿Did you missed me too? Can we talk? can we talk?!― Papacorn asks with anticipation, but then, he remembers that you still have a tape on your mouth, so he takes it off when he realizes. ―Oh shit, sorry.