So I had the strangest yet best dream ever last night. Sorry if you hate clowns, but a clown is pretty much the main character, my dreams run like show episodes or something. Anyway so I'm reading the newspaper with a clown in an amusement park at night (???) when these guys who were supposedly from a competing park show up and they start messing with the rides and such, trying to make them dangerous enough to kill people. So the clown gets up and chases them out, but they come back. Calls their boss (I guess he's a night owl or something?) but they come back. So he's enraged at this point, and like any sane person, starts beating the shit out of them. They didn't come back after that. What the fuck is wrong with my mind?

And the clown wasn't a traditional happy make-up, poofy red hair kinda guy either. He had really long black hair and sharp blood stained teeth, and had glowing yellow eyes but the part of the eye that's usually white was black and inky black stuff oozed out of them. And yet he was the hero. This guy was the hero. That doesn't happen very often. And he answered to Circus for some reason. So I decided to draw him.

This. Was the guy. That I so calmly sat next to guys.