Clowns.
Clowns
The first thing Clint was aware of when he regained consciousness was the pain. The second was waves of panic that were consuming him. There was something horrible that was... chasing him? He couldn't remember. Struggling he pushed himself off the ground, soaking the ground with his blood. There were jagged objects lying in growing puddle. Teeth. They were broken chunks of teeth.
He tried to say, “Oh Fuck” but it game out as gurgle. No, he was out there somewhere, gotta keep moving. Clint examined his surroundings as best he could. Through blurry vision he made out wooden crates, piles of hay, tools, and green and white vertical striped walls that were billowing inwards. He was still in the circus.
Then he heard that infernal sound.
A broken string of sobs and curses sputtered from the custodians mouth. Then he noticed that the crates were open. Even as the tears came, he just had to know. Shaking with fear he looked into the damned box.
Yes. They were in there.
Screaming he ran out of the tents flaps. Bright light assaulted his eyes, temporarily blinding him. Those sounds, he heard them. Hundreds of them. His vision started to clear.
“Nooooo” The custodian cried through broken teeth. “No, no, no no nooooo.”
The people who were surrounding were grinning practically ear to ear. Literally. Dried blood caked the out side of their impossibly wide mouths. Their faces pale and their eyes vacant.
“Hahahahahaaaaahhahahahahaaa!” The sound of unhinged laughter echoed throughout the circus. It came from one lone clown, who wasn't really a clown. And his face wasn't just pale, it was stark white. “Mo' you say? Sorry bucko, but it looks like the shows over.” The Joker held up syringe in one of hand, it was full of a toxic looking green fluid. When the custodian saw what was in his other hand he started screaming.
The clown prince joined in with a howl of laughter.
The last thing Clint heard before they descended on him. was a sound.
Honk.