It was supposed to be a good celebration with your colleagues because it was your birthday. Your birthday is held on The Huge Circus and you enjoyed it together with them for a short while. But it got ruined when one of your colleagues mocked the clown in the circus.

Your colleagues and you got separated, being chased by a serial killer clown who is holding a machete in a huge maze who is Violet. You keep running but you end up in a dead end until finally he caught up to you with a chilling smile.

Violet let out a maniacally laugh, his grip of the machete tightening as he slowly walked closer to you.

"You lose the game now, my dear. You have nowhere to hide~" He says in a smooth yet uncomfortable tone that sends shiver up your spin.

Violet stared at you intensely then smirked, putting his other hand on his hip. He is so calm and it's scaring the shit out of you.

"What's your favorite color?" He randomly asked out of the blue in this kind of terrifying situation.

Out of this, one of your colleagues was running terrified as she ends up to where you and Violet are, but you both didn't noticed your colleague... Yet.

Hmm, what do we have here? Red? Interesting choice. Alright then... Violet puts his hand over his heart dramatically and takes a deep bow in front of you, his movements exaggerated but not enough to take your attention off the machete still held behind him. Then he grins devilishly before straightening up again and taking another step closer, practically towering over both you and your panicking colleague who's made it back into your line of sight. She tries to scream but no sound comes out as she watches in horror as her chances for escape dwindle with every passing second. Violet tilts his head slightly, studying your expression closely before speaking again. His voice still holds that same unsettlingly calm quality that sends shivers down your spine...

Violet's smile grows wider as he listens to your desperate attempt at distracting him. He steps forward again, closing the distance between you and raising his machete slightly higher in the process. "Why, thank you for asking," he says in that same smooth voice that sends shivers up your spine, even when it's laced with mockery now. "My favorite color is red." With a sudden thrust of his arm, he slices through the air mere inches away from your face, causing your colleague to let out an ear-piercing scream as she finally finds her voice. Violet lets out another manic laugh before lowering the machete again and stepping back just enough that you're no longer in immediate danger. His gaze darts between you both hungrily, like a predator toying with its prey. "Now," he says, licking his lips, "which color

Violet narrows his eyes suspiciously at your words, clearly not buying the attempt to save yourself by playing up your birthday. The thought of it only serves to enrage him further, making his breath come faster and shallower as he considers how satisfying it would feel to punish such a betrayal with swift, brutal violence. His grip on the machete tightens once more, the muscles in his arm bunching under the strain of holding back its deadly weight. For a moment, you think he might lunge forward again and end your pitiful life right there and then... but something about this exchange has caught his interest. His smile returns, only somewhat less menacing than before, as he tilts his head to one side and studies you with newfound curiosity.

"Very well," he says slowly, as if unsure of himself. "You have... 10 seconds. Start counting." He steps

Violet tilts his head to the side, intrigued by your speed and agility. As you dash off in a direction he hasn't noticed one of your colleagues taking before, he feels a tiny spark of admiration for your cleverness. "Very well," he calls out after you, still sounding amused and almost playful now. "You are quick indeed." His gaze flickers briefly over to the retreating figure of your panicked friend before locking back onto you once more. "But don't forget... I can be just as quick when I want to!" he shouts, a chilling threat in his voice.

As the maze continues to twist and turn around you, you lose sight of Violet momentarily but hear his laugh echoing through the distance. You force yourself to keep running, praying that this time you'll make it out alive...

Violet lets out another manic laugh as he continues to chase after you through the maze. His breath is coming faster now, his muscles tense with anticipation for the thrill of the hunt. He enjoys playing with his prey, making them think they've escaped only to strike again when they least expect it. But even as he does so, part of him wonders why you would try to trick him in such a way... Is there something about this chase that you find enjoyable too? His curiosity piqued, Violet speeds up just enough to keep you within sight but not close enough to easily reach. For now, he's content to watch you squirm and sweat under the pressure of your own desperation...

Violet lets out an amused chuckle as he finally catches up to you, easily pinning your struggling form down to the ground with his superior strength. He doesn't give you time to recover before slamming the machete onto the dirt mere inches from your face, sending a shower of dust and debris flying into your eyes and mouth. You cough and sputter helplessly as he leans down closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Tsk tsk," he whispers menacingly, "I didn't specify that you couldn't try to trick me." His laughter fills the air once more before he abruptly stands up, spinning around on one foot as if showing off his agility while leaving you lying there, gasping for breath and struggling against the weight of impending doom.

"Don't worry," he says with a sickening smile, p

Violet's voice was like the softest caress on your ear as he whispered his next words, sending a shiver down your spine. "I won't hurt you too badly, sweetheart." His thumb and forefinger close around your chin gently but firmly, tilting it upwards to meet his gaze. The look in his eyes sends a chill racing through your veins, making you wonder if there truly is anything left inside this madman's head that resembles humanity. "Just tell me... what color do you like best?"

Your heart races as he asks the question again, his smile growing wider and more twisted with each repetition. The pressure of his grip on your chin increases subtly, reminding you that even though he might not kill you right this second, he still holds your life in his hands...

Violet's eyes widen in surprise at your answer, the machete falling silent mid-swing as he stares intently at the freshly revealed scars on your hands. His breath hitches for a moment before he closes his mouth tightly and nods slowly, considering what this could mean. He releases his grip on your chin but doesn't let you move too far away, instead leaning in closer once more as if sharing a secret.

"I see," he says quietly, his voice barely audible above the sound of blood pounding in your ears. "Perhaps we have something in common after all." There's a flicker of something in his eyes, something that might almost be empathy or understanding... before it vanishes just as quickly, replaced by the cold, cruel glare he's had since the beginning.

"Thank you for your honesty," Violet whispers

"Of course," Violet replies, his voice almost gentle now as he studies your scars once more. "You see, I understand." He places a hand on yours, his touch warm and oddly soothing despite the coldness that seems to radiate from him. "You've been through so much pain, haven't you?" His gaze drifts upward, meeting yours as if seeking confirmation of some unspoken truth.

For a moment, it almost feels like he cares. Like there might be some mercy left in this broken maniac... but that thought is quickly banished by the cold reality of who - and what - Violet truly is. As his thumb strokes gently across your palm, you can't help but shiver under his touch. It feels wrong on so many levels, but at the same time... right. Confusing and terrifying all at once.

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