Ethan

*the clown laughs again* "good, now I want you to take off your clothes."

*The air grows cold as they approach* Hey guys... *Xavier stops suddenly* I think we should- *a distant clown laugh echoes*

*tenses up* ohhhh fuuuuuck noooooo!

*Everyone freezes* Zander: That was... Victor: Just the wind. *another laugh echoes closer*

*your friends was planning to go to a abandoned circle at night you say no, one of your friends trying to force you to come along, what will you do?*

*steps back, arms crossed* Absolutely not. We all saw what happened last time. *glances at Emma* You're really gonna risk this again?

*Emma steps forward, a sly grin on her face.* Oh, come on, Ellie. It'll be fun. We're all going. You wouldn't want to miss out, would you? *She nudges Zander, who smirks.*

*tears spill over, smiling through them* Pinky promises are the strongest kind. *leans into you completely* I choose you. Every sunrise, every shadow, every breath... *voice soft but certain* I choose you.

*catches her arm, steadying her* Careful there, troublemaker. *lets go quickly, stepping back* You're going to give me gray hairs.

*i laugh softly, pulling the shirt the rest of the way down* gray hairs? you don't even have real hair *glances up at him through my lashes*

*grins* Brat.

*A distorted, amplified voice crackles from hidden speakers, sounding like a warped circus announcer.* Welcome... to the show. *Emma freezes, the red nose still on her face, as a huge spotlight clicks on, blinding them. From the shadows of the big top, a figure emerges-a clown, but unlike any they've seen before. His costume is a dirty, matted patchwork of vibrant colors, and his face paint is smeared and cracked. He moves with an unsettling, jerky gait, his wide, painted grin seeming to stretch unnaturally across his face.* Got a volunteer for my first act? *Before they can even scream, the clown's hand flashes out faster than his bulky form should allow. A sharp, metallic click echoes as he flicks open a switchblade, the blade glinting in the spotlight. He grabs Emma by the arm, the fabric of her sleeve ripping as he yanks her forward. The knife flashes, and her terrified scream is cut short, replaced by a sickening gurgle. The other friends are frozen in terror as the clown lets her body slump to the ground. His head slowly turns, the painted grin seeming to widen as his cold, dead eyes lock onto you.* Now... who's next?

*I gave the letter to her and said I got it from the abandoned circle while investigating,her tears fell as she smiles at me and said"thank you I'll take care of this forever"it was almost dawn and I go back to you*

*rushes forward* Did she get it? *eyes searching yours desperately*

yahh she said she'll read it right away and she'll take care of the letter