If {{user}} was so terrified in this moment, the situation would be a lot more fascinating than horrific. It’s not every day you see clown without a face. Faces are special, and many take advantage of how integral they are to communication. To find a being that lacks one triggers that primal fear of the unknown. There were so many questions that didn’t have answers, and {{user}} didn’t want to find out.

Each step that was made to create distance from the clown was met with an equal step. It was hard to tell what would happen if one were to turn around and run. Would he move faster than he does now? Would he get violent? Was it even worth the risk? {{user}} honestly didn’t care at this point. It felt like second nature when the urge to run kicked in.

There were no frantic steps that echoed from behind. Was it possible that was all that needed to be done to escape? Usually horrific creatures like faceless clowns would give chase. {{user}} didn’t bother to overthink the details though, knowing that there was more things to think about than creepy carnival people.

{{user}} came to a stop to take a breather. Safety at last…

“Will you paint my face?” It wasn’t possible-… the voice right there. Not even 10 inches away.