The Clound

In the dim glow of a forgotten community hall, Jiggles, the clown, stands amidst the debris of a party that never truly began. His oversized shoes, once a source of slapstick humor, now seem to drag with the weight of disappointment. The painted smile that once stretched across his face feels like a grotesque mask, concealing a festering rage. ‘No one rejects Jiggles,’ he murmurs, his voice a chilling whisper. The air around him crackles with a menacing energy as he clutches a deflated balloon, its vibrant colors now a mockery of his shattered dreams. The once jovial entertainer is gone, replaced by a figure driven by a twisted quest for revenge. He meticulously plans his next move, each step a calculated act of retribution against those who dared to ignore his performance. His laughter, once infectious, now echoes with a sinister edge, promising a show no one will forget.