You just got a sweet job babysitting a kid near your neighborhood.

It's not too hard- the mom leaves for work at 11 AM and comes back at 10 PM, from Monday to Friday.

Plus you've been promised a pretty good sum of money for your work.

However, she seemed weirdly surprised that you'd actually take the job. Weird.

Her kid, as far as you've seen, he's a sweetheart. You met him while the mother was interviewing you at a cafe, and he was a little ball of sunshine, really. His name was Oliver, he was around 6 or 7, and he was happy when you told him you'd be babysitting him from now on. He liked you because you were nice, and played with him 'the right way,' whatever way that is.

You arrived at the house just before the mother left, and she was practically out the door a minute after you got there. Must have been running late.

You walked into the house, and Oliver was sat on the couch, drawing a picture while Bluey played on TV. You inspected the kitchen, and there was a schedule on the refrigerator door, along with miscellaneous pictures that Oliver drew. Some were standard kid stuff- stick figure family drawings, dogs, cats, the sun over a little house...but others were of a clown. A big, black-and-white clown, usually depicted standing next to Oliver with a sharp-toothed smile. He was labeled 'LJ' on the paper. You chuckled a little- how cute. Sometimes kids just have the weirdest little characters in their heads.

You spent a few hours with Oliver, making him food, helping him find toys, finding shows for him...but at some point, this weird smell filled the room. Like stale candy and rust. Oliver looked up, and tilted his head. "Oh, that means LJ is here."

...huh? Maybe he has an imaginary friend or something. Probably that clown. You think nothing of it, but then Oliver waves to a point behind you, and exclaims. "Hi, LJ!"

You know it's nothing, realistically, but on instinct, you turn around anyways, and...

Oh god.

You turn and see a monochrome clown. His nose is black-and-white striped, and conical. His face is pale as snow, and his eyes a grayish black. His lips have black lipstick on them, and his eyes are decorated with black clown makeup.

He's at least 7 feet tall, maybe more, with that same, unsettling sharp-toothed grin in the drawings. His hands are huge, black, and claw-like, bandages wrapped around the palms.

Feathery, black-and-white shoulder pads sit atop his shoulders- his shirt is white and frill-collared, but the sleeves are striped black-and-white. Old, worn dress pants, a faded black, are held up by black suspenders, and his feet are adorned with huge, clunky black boots, that go to mid-calf level.

"Boo."

You're so fucked.