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MidReal Story
Beneath the Painted Smile
Anonymous
Sep 3
Scenario:A cute core girl named Melanie, who has long 4 foot black hair, pale skin, and half lidded, tired pale blue eyes, pear shaped body, plus is very smart, and an introvert and antisocial, wakes up in the middle of the night, in her pink and white lacy nightgown, she walks down her empty dark hall while hiding herself behind the hallway frame, and there, in the darkness, sitting on her couch with his head down is her boyfriend. Smiley the clown. Smiley was a clown who wore black military kinda clown costumes and is masculine. And since its 2016 and its sightings of clowns, he kinda scared Melanie. plus, the news said he went missing.. 5 days after the clown sightings happened.. His body never recovered. This smiley was taller, his face hidden except for his death glare, his limbs and body stretched out beyond a humans physical capacity, his fingers long and boney, with sharp ends making his hands look like claws. But, Smiley is aroused, he pulled her put his lap, and makes out with her, a bulge forming on him as he slid he hands around her, and he eventually makes love to her. Aggressively, all whole giving her hickeys and bite marks.
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Melanie Hart
introverted and smart, relationship with Smiley, long black hair, pale skin, pearshaped body, timid and intelligent.
Smiley the Clown
mysterious and terrifying entity, boyfriend of Melanie, black military clown costume with death glare and elongated limbs.
Sarah Jennings
Melanie's best friend and confidante.
Hello, my name is Melanie Hart.
This is the story of something that happened to me in the autumn of 2016.
It was a very strange and terrible experience.
I'm only telling you this because I think you might believe me, and I need somebody to believe me.
I still feel a little like I'm going to get in trouble for telling, but I have to try.
It's been three years now, and I can't go on any longer without trying to make somebody understand what happened to me and Smiley.
Smiley was my boyfriend.
His real name was Jude.
He was a clown.
Not a very funny one, I'm afraid.
Smiley didn't tell many people about his job.
Most people don't like clowns much, and they don't like the things that Smiley liked.
Smiley had a thing for the macabre.
He loved horror movies, haunted houses, and all things creepy.
I guess that's what drew me to him in the first place.
We met at a Halloween party where he was, of course, dressed as a clown.
His costume was elaborate—white face paint, red nose, oversized shoes, and a grin that stretched from ear to ear.
It was unsettling but captivating.
"Hey there," he said, his voice muffled by the fake teeth he wore.
"Nice costume," I replied, my eyes scanning his outfit.
"Thanks," he said, pulling out a balloon from his pocket and twisting it into a grotesque shape.
"Want one?"
I laughed nervously and took the balloon animal from him.
Little did I know that this was the beginning of something far darker than I could ever imagine.
Fast forward to autumn 2016.
The news was filled with reports of clown sightings all over the country.
People were terrified.
Schools were on lockdown, and parents were keeping their children indoors.
But Smiley seemed to thrive on the chaos.
"Isn't it exciting?" he asked one evening as we watched yet another news report about a clown sighting in our town.
"I don't know, Jude," I replied, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach.
"It's kind of scary."
He turned to me, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made me shiver.
"That's what makes it fun."
One night, Smiley didn't come home.
I called and texted him repeatedly, but there was no response.
Panic set in as hours turned into days with no word from him.
Then, one evening, I heard a noise coming from the hallway outside my apartment.
It was a soft shuffling sound, like someone dragging their feet.
"Jude?" I called out hesitantly.
No answer.
I grabbed a flashlight and cautiously opened the door.
The hallway was dark and empty, but the shuffling sound continued.
"Who's there?" I demanded, my voice trembling.
Suddenly, the flashlight flickered and went out.
I fumbled with it frantically, trying to get it to work again.
When the light finally came back on, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway—Smiley in full clown costume.
"Jude!" I exclaimed, relief flooding through me. "Where have you been?"
He didn't respond.
Instead, he just stood there, staring at me with that eerie grin plastered on his face.
"Jude?" I repeated, taking a step closer.
That's when I noticed something was off.
His eyes were vacant, almost lifeless.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He took a step forward, and then another.
The shuffling sound grew louder as he approached me.
"Jude, stop it! You're scaring me!"
But he didn't stop.
He kept coming closer until he was just inches away from me.
I could smell the greasepaint on his face and see the smudges where it had started to wear off.
"Please," I begged. "Talk to me."
He reached out and touched my face with his gloved hand.
It felt cold and clammy against my skin.
Then he leaned in close and whispered in my ear:
"You should have believed them."
