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CLOWN XIX: Jinx He laughs too hard and for too long. Not at jokes, but at accidents, arguments, and moments that should be quiet. Jinx makes people uncomfortable. He can’t stop laughing when things go wrong.

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CLOWN XX: Rusty His laugh has been echoing through abandoned fairgrounds for years. Locals think it’s the wind, but if you listen close, you’ll hear the squeak of his shoes dragging just behind it.

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CLOWN XXI: Wilt Wilt wasn’t always this bitter, but years of fake laughs and real cuts wore him down. Now he lets the vines do the talking and they don’t whisper nice things.

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CLOWN XXII: Mimic Some say it’s face paint. Others believe it’s a mask fused to his skin, trapping his real face underneath. Either way, the mask smiles so he doesn’t have to.

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CLOWN XXIII: Kosher He wasn’t always smiling. The grin came after he started “purifying” his act, cutting away anything he thought didn’t belong. Now he talks about rules and order, but his shows always end the same, with chaos under his command.

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CLOWN XXIV: Howdy They called him Howdy because he never stopped saying it. Night after night, even when no one was there, he tipped his hat and smiled at the empty seats. The habit stuck long enough to cause him to lose his sanity.

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CLOWN XXV: Twitch He laughs between spasms and says the twitch is the joke trying to escape. Nobody quite understands what he means, but the way his eye snaps toward you mid-laugh makes you want to keep your distance.

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CLOWN XXVI: The Butcher The knives aren’t for the act. He sharpens them every night, whispering names under his breath. No one knows if they’re past victims or future ones.

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