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Thanks to Nightcloud32 for the challenge

I remember the day like any other. I was walking home from school— which isn't a very far walk. It was drizzling a bit as I stepped through some puddles. Crickets already chirped nearby, and I decided to stop and rest since gym was a living hell.
     Hi, I'm Kaleb Alexander Spinn, and I'm a clown that goes by the name of Korn Pop. This is my story of how I became a killer clown, but we'll start from the top.

"Kaleb," Ava said from behind me, "go home."
I turned around with a smirk on my face. "What's wrong with resting after an hour straight of punching the air?"
Ava was my best friend. No, not my girlfriend. My girlfriend died when we were walking home from school on a day like this. A dark, rainy day in 2016: The year of those damn killer clowns. My poor girl was kidnapped and never seen again.
"You can come home with me if you want." Ava smiled softly.
"Alright." My mom didn't care where I was as long as she knew, so I immediately let my mom know where I was. She warned me of the clowns again, even though it was September of 2017.

My biggest mistake was going home with Ava. I had no idea what was in store for me that day, and it's going to take a lot for me to tell this story.

"Welcome home, Anna."
"Anna?" I asked in a panic. "Who the f-"
Anna put her hand over my lips, pushing me against the wall. Ava came from behind her, the long, curly brown hair of hers tied into pigtails with... clown makeup?
     Oh shit.
     "Ava! What the fuck is going o-"

   I woke up the next day in a basement. Specifically Ava's. I looked down to reveal my clothes all shredded with pink and blue smears. I could remember Ava's makeup, she looked like any other clown but... prettier.
     God damnit, I swore after Soph's death I wouldn't date anyone!

     "Morning, pretty boy." Ava walked toward me flirtatiously, handing me a mirror.
     I nearly screamed. I was covered in clown makeup. Yet it seemed so utterly pleasing... whoever did this was a professional. "Who-"
     "I did your makeup." Ava sat beside me, smiling. I had red, black, and white makeup. Three white scar-like marks across my eyes, and one of my pupils were tiny, the other one huge. I looked mental.
     Yet I liked it.

     Ava had twisted my mind, in other words, she manipulated me. I don't know when or how, but it was pleasing to look like a freak. The next day was my first night out scaring little kids. Not my go-to, but Ava made it a lot of fun.
     Let me tell you, Ava got pretty good at clowning around, but she wouldn't dress up in one of those yellow suits with a scary mask. She preferred sophisticated makeup and pigtails, and I did too. It made her look hot.

     Ava grabbed me by the hand and ran down the street towards three little kids in the street. She stuck her tongue out, her hands waving by her ears. I was shocked when she let out a choking sound, falling to the ground and squirting fake blood on the kiddos.
     I laughed as the kids scurried away. "That's not what real clowns do."
     Ava grabbed my hand again. "I don't think either of us are willing to dress up as Pennywise or someone else like that."
     I held onto the girl's hand, smiling. I had butterflies, and I'm being completely honest with you here. "You'd look cute either way."
     "Awh!" Ava poked her bottom lip out in a pout. She leaned in close, kissing me.

     You're probably wondering what happened after that. Me and Ava created names for each other. I'm Korn Pop, she's Marbles. We're dating now, far away from our parents— who we never saw after the first night.
We took months traveling and stealing. We were able to find an abandoned house that is in pretty good shape, until we can kill again. This town is absolutely terrified of us, and we like it that way.

"Boo!" I ran after a little kid again, this time with a machete in my right hand. Ava chased after with me, her hands waving again.
We've been caught by the cops multiple times, but we get lucky most of the time. It's all fun and games for us now, terrorizing the little kids in our neighborhood.
After that night, we never went back to school. We continued our "careers" as clowns.
"I love you." Ava said as she held a screaming kid in her arms.
"I love you too." I said back as my machete slashed the poor kid. I felt no sympathy.
I'm a clown. I don't feel that shit.

I am Korn Pop. See you in town, be careful not to come across us...
     After a few years, Ava was caught by the cops. God knows where she is, but now I'm left alone. I take out my anger on little kids and find myself in the middle of the woods sometimes, a bloody kid in front of me.
     Oh, and by the way, make sure you always look behind you when you're by yourself. I can't promise you that I won't be there with you, a machete right up to your dainty throa-