Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence and mature content.
*This is the origin of a character from my “The Playground” stories. This is the last origin in this series. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. You may read other stories that connect to this one underneath my “The Playground” folder. Enjoy!*
Seven year old Samuel was with his friend, Vicky, following a rotting corpse bride woman named Juliet at 12:30 A.M. , in a dark forest.
They were curious as ever to where she’d take them…
They ended up in a carnival and Juliet said:
“I’d like for you to meet the groom..”
A decaying, rotten clown that smelled of rancid, spoiled eggs appeared out of the darkness and snatched Samuel.
“W-w-what are you going to do w—w-with Vicky?” Samuel asked, panic creeping up his spine as the clown dragged him to a ripped up tent.
“Don’t worry about her, worry about yourself.” The clown said, ripping him open with his claws.
Samuel couldn’t even scream, the blood crawled up his throat and dribbled down.
But his torture was only just beginning.
The clown, with both bloody claws, grabbed Samuel’s arms and-
Samuel stared in horror at the gore before him.
“HehE…had enough?” The clown asked.
“Oh, you want more?” He smiled at the poor boy, who only knew that whatever was coming next was going to be terrible-
“Alright, more it is!” The clown giggled.
Quicker than Satan’s grasp, the clown tore out the child’s eyes, done with the evil.
Samuel just lay there, a pitiful heap of odd-textured flesh and ruby red liquid pooling around him…