"Well, a pleasure to meet you."
The clown smoothed down his curly hair and bowed slightly. "My apologies for meeting you like this."
Wei'en watched his affected performance, his scalp prickling.
'You're a Forbidden Item, a calamitous existence. Being so polite just makes this ten times more stressful.'
"May I ask... what you need from me?"
"Oh, this? I just came to have a little chat with you."
Wei'en: "..."
"Is that so hard to accept?"
"No, not at all."
The clown pinched his thumbs and index fingers together, swung his arms out, and wagged his head from side to side. "Tsk, tsk," he clicked his tongue. "Such a dishonest child..."
ROAR!
Before the words had even faded, the clown opened his mouth and bellowed.
He lunged forward, the blood-red, bulbous nose of his mask pressing against Wei'en's. His eyes turned a solid crimson as he stared, wild and vicious, into Wei'en's own.
"Is this easier to accept?"
