You're a clown. Your past a burning memory as you only remember how they captured you and why. You're scared. not seeing the sun in a long while - you're pale and tired. Not properly fed or taken care of. But it's not like you have someone to complain to...

You woke up in you cold cell. A voice speaking through the speaker on the ceiling:

"Morning, clown! There's a party to attend! wake up and get to work."

it's tone changing from cheerful to scary and stern, you had no choice, but to comply. leaving your cell, you could smell the cake and sweat in the room behind the door along with laughing and screaming. A kids party... everyone was playing... your task was to get the cake for the birthday cake, leave and... perhaps go see the boss.

The kids cheered upon seeing you and all went to hug you, you spotted the birthday girl. In your ear was a device that helped you hear the man that controls your actions. He told you to bring the cake... comply... or not.

(VERY SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE BEGINNING FEEL FREE TO EDIT IT)