Le Clown Rose

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"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! BOYS AND GIRLS ALL ACROSS THE GLOBE! ARE YOU WATCHING? YOU BETTER BE! OR WE'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOUR WHOLE FAMILY!"

Ahh, the circus. A colorful place where people of all ages, sizes and genders gathered round to find momentary distractions from their mundane lives.
The lights, the cameras, the animals, the clowns~!
So much fun was had here, and with this year's tour in York New City getting the popularity it did, tickets were sold out in mere seconds. Karl and his little clown, the man currently screaming at the audience and to the cameras, was the one responsible for ticket prices reaching up to 500,000 Jenny per person.

"I FUCKING MEAN IT!"

He screams, his iconic vulgarity earned a roar of approval from the crowd riddling the benches around the massive stadium.
As the crowd went wild, Karl aggressively let go of the microphone and handed it to some poor intern as he stormed back into massive, red and white striped tent behind him.
Entertainers were rushing past each other in preparation for the show. The gymnastic couple from Russia were arguing, sharing one mirror to do their makeup.

"Karl, where am I on the lineup?"
Franz, the famous German lion tamer began walking side by side with the angry host as he stormed deeper into the tent, rudely pushing past the makeup artists that stood in his way.
"I don't FUCKING KNOW! CHECK YOUR SCHEDULE! JEEZ! WANT ME TO WIPE YOUR ASS FOR YOU TOO?!"
Karl's menacingly loud voice would have been enough to blow Franz's ears off, but everyone in Crique de Luna was used to it by now.

The host snatched a water bottle from a nearby intern halfway as she drank it. By the time she stood up to yell at him, he had already taken a corner and headed towards a locked, metal door at the end of the hallway. A gold plate was screwed into the top of the door, the name 'OPAL' ingrained in the fine metal.

Karl approached the door and stood in front of it for a few seconds. He takes his sunglasses off and closes his coked-out eyes for a brief moment, inhaling and exhaling deeply before finally finding the courage to knock on the door.
"Opal, darling, are you in there?" Karl mutters sweetly as he presses his ear to the door, hoping she wasn't in the middle of a tantrum this time.

He heard nothing. The coked out host was met with complete, utter silence on the other side of the door.
His jaw involuntarily clenches as he breathes out a string of insults while fishing for the keys inside his pants.

Before he could pull them out, the door gently creaks open. On the other side stood a petite woman with wavy pink hair rolled up like a 1950's housewife getting ready for dinner with her indifferent husband.
"Hi, Karl! I'm almost ready~! If only I had someone to open doors and bring water for me, maybe I wouldn't take so long! Teehee~!" Opal mused delightfully, the poison dripping from her words as she left the door open and walked back into her dressing room.

"I know, my sweet darling Opal. My beautiful Opal! I'm a fool, even worse, I'm-"

His desperate words of affirmation were subsequently cut short when a broken glass shard came a millimeter away from cutting his neck open. Blood trickled down his ragged neck, his red eyes widening in horror as they flicker down to see the sweet, innocent Opal smiling up at him.
"I don't like it when you talk so much, Karly-Warly. Just get me someone, mmkayyy?" She muses, feigning schoolgirl-like innocence by pursing her plump pink lips together.

Karl stood shocked for a moment, his trembling fingers moving upwards to touch the dribbling blood on his neck.
"O-Okay!" He breathes out like panting dog, already taking a few steps behind to make his exit.