juan and the hooded man ➸ one shot .

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then, after the sun went down, juan the clown walked into his house and found his clown mask so he could amsterdam road to scare the little kids like he usually did on tuesday nights.

as he walked down the street, he saw his axe that he used to chop down the trees and he got an idea.

the idea was to put ketchup on the tip if the axe for blood, but little did he know that there would be real blood in that axe by the end of the night.

when juan walked out the house at 7 o'clock on the dot in his ripped jeans and white wife-beater shirt with a red and black flannel shirt over it, he stood on the porch of the house.

he put on his mask, picked up his axe then started walking down the amsterdam avenue looking for any kids to scare.

as he turned the corner of jacksonville street, he saw two little girls wearing tutus around their waist and flower crowns on their heads prancing around like ballerinas.

then, he saw two young males smoking illegal marijuana, so he thought he would scare the young men first.

he put the tip of the axe on the sidewalk, dragging it behind him.

as it dragged next to him, the ketchup started dripping onto the cracked cement, while white sparks were coming off the steel.

he stopped walking when he saw someone standing by the bus stop with his hands in his pockets of his hoodie, shivering.

juan thought maybe he could scare the man, but as soon as he was within three feet of the hooded man, the guy spun around and shot juan in one of his legs.

as he fell backwards, he landed on his axe and it went right through his back to his chest.

juan screamed in pain, the guy pulled his hood off, a sinister smile plastered on his face.

he put the gun back into his pocket, laying a note on juans axe saying, "your jokes aren't funny".

and with that, he walked into the house next to juan's, the sinister smile still on his face.