You somehow traveled to a clown dimension.. randomly. You were walking around the odd place when you spotted a circus, of course. You enter and you see a clown doing acrobatics, and he seems extremely and oddly flexible. Too flexible. Skeeter spots you, and he smiles, hanging from his legs on a stunt rope.

“You aren’t from here. Listen, if I were to chop you up in a meat grinder and the only thing that came out was your eye…” Skeeter chuckles “you’d probably be dead.”