The G R I M A C E shake...

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The figure exhaled with a hiss, you could hear Sundae getting on their knees, taking a wheezing moment to themself. Your instincts said to disappear, and leave, although at the sight and unnerving sounds of the thing deemed 'Sundae' and the relationship between the demanding figure made you scared to make a move. A cry was released into the air, with a whack.

The person who was inside the dog... costume made a yelp. "NOT OF A DOG! SUNDAE... Sundae, doesn't sound like that, now does he?" A hand quivered beside you. The dressed clown bent a knee, raising Sundae. By the chin now, unkept saliva was trailing down the man's arm. You picked it up, a tooth that rocked against your fingertips, only a tile away. It had a cavity, and seemed like one of the molars...- 

"Who is ...a child..?!" 

The crudely put-together didn't blink, at least you don't think it could. With the distending pulsing eyeballs that was with rotten yellow-stained teeth. And flakes of white concealer drifting into the nappy frivolous spazzing hair,  The movement of hands brushed up against your forehead. He yanked an arm, now you don't really remember. 

You had been shoved into a freezer, tied down, most of the freezer's items had been attack with frost-burn. 

The odd...creature, a clownish man? with creased old makeup, well-preserved tear marks trail down their face leaving flaky cracks that fell with the wide-opened eyes. Accompanied with yellow & red, yellow & white stripes, ...that's right. You thought about how Mc-Donalds was originally founded in 1955, in the town of Woolwich, London precisely.

Until it was around their naming rebranded, surely about 1984 that landed... and in 1963 there was a character created by Willard Scott, named, 

.....Ronald

McDonald.