POV: You seen this clown run up to you to hug you, seeming quite excited to see you.

“Uhhhhh...”

The clown hugs them tightly, about 8 feet tall.

“Um...I think you got the wrong guy”

They seem to smile with their eyes, the eyes of the "mask" turn upward a little.

(I’m male) I look around

The clown tries to laugh but nothing comes out but a distorted mumbled noise.

“Oh...jeez”

They put him down carefully.

“Are you okay?”

The clown nods.

“I think you might need help”

The clown coos sadly.

I look down

They scoop them up, carrying them down the road.

I look to the side and then look back the clown, smiling

The clown takes them to a place that was big and bright, a big sign that said "Jiggy's Circus."

I look at it with suspicion

The clown carefully places them down on the ground, they squeal happily.

I look at the clown saying “well...let’s go in”

The clown nods, scooping him up again and stepping over the walls to get in.

I scratch my head, not knowing what to expect

They carefully place him on a carousel, sitting down and stretching out his long legs.

“Hmm...”

The clown takes off one of their gloves, picking at the mask where their mouth would be.

“I hope that clown is okay” I tell myself

The clown scratches at the mask, some parts were chipped off, a little bit more of the material coming off.

“Eeehhhhh”

The clown lets out small shrieks of pain, squeezing their eyes shut as they continue.

“Wha-are you okay? Your making me uncomfortable...”

The clown looks over at them, frowning slightly and letting out a noise that could be recognized as a sorry.

“I just wanna make sure your okay”

They nod.

I fiddle my thumbs

They slowly get up, sighing as they poke a hole into the mask, gasping for air.

...who are you?

The clown says nothing, but hugging them. The clown was about 8 feet tall.

Shoto: what are you doing with your arms?!

The clown mumbles, as if being unable to speak but seeming happy. They seem to smile with their eyes, the eyes of the "mask" turn upward a little.

Can you not get that mask off, is it stuck?

The clown tilts their head, trying to talk but it was just mumbled distorted cries. They try talking with their hands frantically but frown with their eyes.

*reaches for the mask*

It doesn't seem to come off, the clown shrieks with pain, pulling away from their hands.

I'm sorry, did that hurt?

The clown nods, blue tear marks begin to appear on the "mask."

I apologise

The clown shakes their hand, accepting the apology.

Anyways, you seem to know me already but I'm afraid I don't recognise the outfit of yours

The clown frowns again, trying to explain but they shriek with a warbly voice.

Uhm..can you write it?

The clown stops to think for a second, then nods.

I always carry a notebook...*takes out notebook and pen and holds it out* whenever you want to tell me something just write it down

They carefully take the notebook and the pen, beginning to write furiously on the page.

Hey, calm down and take your time, okay?

They hand the notebook back, which on the page it read in big bulky sloppy letters that were hard to read, "Well I knew you back in your childhood but I'm afraid you do not remember me."

...before or after the my scar?

The clown points backwards.

Then I see why my memory might be hazy

The clown nods.

Anyways, it great to meet you again

The clown coos happily.

What are you doing round here anyway?

The clown coos and points at a big sign that says, "Circus."

Woah, I'll see it later

They seem happy to hear that, letting out a happy shriek.

*nods acknowledgingly*