Bearclaw Valley Come out, come out...

take care of them. what a funny thing to say to someone you had only just met. merrick enjoyed this rosina, more and more now that he knew she wished to be young. "youth is for fools," he crowed, skipping ahead a handful of steps. "grow up and be a clown like me."
a murderous, scheming, conniving, addled clown with jagged shards of glass for teeth and stick-sucker fingers that grab during the paralysis of sleep.
in other words, nothing out of the ordinary. "you won't feel out of place around all the kids?" he inquired, single eye glinting with intrigue.