Before & after Charlie’s disguise was revealed
@inkydoughnut gave me the suggestion! I haven’t drawn these two in forever
Remember horror clowns? Murder clowns? Well in this world they’re a very real, and very much known about thing. These creatures are not human, they are ACTUAL monster clowns. All out for flesh. What they consider fun usually is morbid in the eyes of humanity. They are especially dangerous to those with a childlike mind. Spreading both laughter and screams across any town they enter.
Charlie was one of these monsters. Infected with the spores while still in the womb… making him rip his was out of his mother which lead to her death. Now he only has his father, who also got infected, but still managed to keep a sliver of humanity… whenever he does manage to grasp back those small moments it’s usually to grieve the loss of his wife.
Harold on the other hand, is human. That works in the circus. He’s well aware of these monsters. But somehow never suspected Charlie to be one, even if his friend was rather odd at times. Like the fact that Charlie never went out of “character” and always wore his face paint… or that Charlie seemed genuinely disappointed when he saw Harold out of character. Or the endless amount of stunts Charlie could pull without a drop of sweat. That Charlie was always so close to telling him something but could never build up the courage to just tell him. The list goes on…
So imagine Harold’s surprise when Charlie was finally forced out of his disguise… there was a lot of panic, screaming. Running. And Harold ran too, hiding the best he could. But it didn’t take him very long for Charlie to find his friend…
The two once inseparable friends… now looking at each other with such worry, grief… they both knew things wouldn’t be the same from then on… it took 6 hours to calm Harold down, and another whole day before he would say something to Charlie. The first thing he asked was why he had joined the circus, to which Charlie responded that he just wanted to make people happy without hiding what he was.
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You love Halloween, you really do. It's just that this is the time of year when all the jerks come out. They think it's funny to scare you or smear ketchup on the table and call it blood.
The old diner was nearly empty, save for you and another waitress wiping down tables.
A clown sits at a booth, grinning wildly at the menu and occasionally glancing at you. Seeing his gaze, you give him a tired smile as the other waitress tries to demand that you take his order.
Offering up the sponge and water to clean the messy ketchup, she groans and storms up to the clown instead. "What'll it be?" She huffs, tapping her foot against the ground.
Art pointed eagerly at the 'Today's Special,' a grimy picture of a meatloaf platter.
Nodding, she scribbled on her notepad. "You want it bloody rare or burnt to a crisp?" Art paused, thinking deeply, then held up both hands, gesturing for half and half.
Stopping cleaning to look at him, you give a slight, amused smirk. "You're serious? You want one half of your meatloaf bleeding and the other cremated?"
Art nodded vigorously, flashing an exaggerated smile, placing his chin on his clasped hands.
"Whatever floats your boat, freak." The other waitress scoffs and walks away toward the kitchen, muttering some choice words under her breath.
Art pulled a rusty saw from his bag and began meticulously sharpening it, tapping a cheerful tune with his foot on the grimy tile under the table.
Glancing at the clown, you raise an eyebrow, still cleaning the mess, "Sorry, no knives allowed at the table."
He just gives a gracious smile as he stands from the table, bowing at you before motioning for you to watch his black plastic bag as he walks towards the kitchen.
After about 10 minutes of screaming and gurgling, the now bloodied clown comes back into the dining area with a massive grin as he wipes the knife on his costume.
You glance up, having finished your cleaning, and give him a knowing smile. "By the way, I love your work. Please come back any time."
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