Don’t be fooled, the saw in his hand is blunt and rusted for years now. It’s more painful and excessive this way. He particularly likes the feeling of reaching the bone, because it doesn’t tear so easily and the sound is like a powerful drug that urges him to keep going. There is nothing clean about sawing people into unrecognizable pieces and for him there are various shades of red he hasn’t seen yet.
Scary Clowns
I Do Bloody Windows
Blood stains are very difficult to get out of materials, but on windows it’s just a matter of wiping it off. These are the simple fundamentals this clown is made to follow and the harder you hit the more it will splatter like a hellish rainstorm. The thrill of painting singular apocalyptic pieces on windows, only to clean it off and do it again cannot be replaced by something better. He gets to do it over and over again.
Doctor Clown
Exploring the functions of the human body gets taken to another level. The clown doctor doesn’t have cannibalistic tendencies. He also doesn’t have a problem gutting you open while you are wide awake. He is fascinated by bodily functions and he meticulously inspects every vein and every organ. His stare is that of curiosity and eagerness to dissect whatever he can find. The preference to keep his victim alive while engaging in his exploration is the only evil you will find in this innocent clown.
Dead Fun Smile
He doesn’t look particularly dangerous, but this is what he wants you to think. The harmless and happy expression on his face builds on the stereotype that clowns are there to make you laugh. Unfortunately his intentions aren’t focused towards entertaining an audience. When you least expect it his pitch black eyes will devour your soul. He isn’t interested in cutting out your heart, but he places a high value on making you suffer psychologically. This is his ritual for removing life from the body and it’s far from pleasant.
Blood Makes Me Smile
It’s great to find pleasure in the simple things, like seeing blood gashing from an open wound. It’s even better when the wound is inflicted with a blunt and natural object, like hands and teeth. These are the thoughts that reside behind the friendly eyes before you. For this clown the experience of witnessing massive bleeding is like watching Goya painting “Saturn devouring his son” on his walls. There is no wig or colorful makeup, only the white skin derived from the classic appearance used by those who gave birth to clowns. His smile is filled with a personal pleasure brought about by his begging victims. If only everything was so much fun as seeing people scream in agony.