Rumble 21773 Killjoy vs. Art the Clown

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The old carnival sat on the edge of town like a corpse, its rusted-out rides and rotting tents silhouetted against a cold, indifferent moon. It was a place of faded joy and lingering despair, a perfect stage for a night of horror. In a dusty, disused trailer, a broken man had performed a ritual, calling upon a name whispered in the darkest of occult circles. He had a grievance, and he had summoned a demon to settle it.
With a belch of foul, sulfurous smoke and a cackle that sounded like a dying hyena, Killjoy the demonic clown appeared. He was a riot of garish color and cheap fabric, his face a painted lecher's grin, a lit cigarillo dangling from his lips. "Alright, who's the sorry sack of crap that needs a good old-fashioned, soul-shreddin' revenge killin'?" he sneered, his voice a gravelly, profane thing. His target was the carnival's cruel owner, a man ripe for some creative, magical torment.
But the carnival was not as empty as it seemed. It already had a master for the night. Another artist was already at work.
Killjoy, eager to get to his bloody punchline, decided to take a shortcut through the House of Mirrors. He teleported inside, expecting to find only dusty glass and cheap jump-scares. Instead, he found a gallery. A masterpiece of silent, meticulous sadism. The mirrors were not reflecting his own garish image, but a tableau of unspeakable carnage. The missing carnies were here, their bodies dismembered and grotesquely reassembled into a parody of a happy family, their faces frozen in silent, painted screams.
Sitting in the center of the display, happily sawing away at a still-warm torso with a small, rusty hacksaw, was another clown. This one was silent, dressed in stark black and white, his face a mask of mime-white paint and a deeply unsettling, silent grin. It was Art the Clown.
Art looked up from his work, his movements unhurried. He was not surprised. He was not angry. He simply stared at the newcomer, a blank, curious, and profoundly soulless expression in his eyes.
Killjoy surveyed the scene, taking a long drag from his cigar. As a professional, a demon of some standing in the infernal hierarchy, he was both impressed and deeply insulted. The work was creative, visceral, a true testament to the art of suffering. But it was also sloppy. There was no showmanship, no witty banter, no final, hilarious punchline. This was just... murder. And this silent, black-and-white amateur was killing the employees of his client's target. It was an act of gross professional misconduct.
"Well, ain't this a kick in the junk," Killjoy's voice echoed through the hall of horrors. "I get summoned for a simple revenge gig, and I find some silent-picture, wannabe psycho stealing my material." He gestured with his cigar at the mutilated bodies. "I mean, it's not bad for a rookie. A little derivative, maybe. A bit on the nose. But you got no patter, kid! No pizzazz! There's only room for one homicidal harlequin on this bill!"
Art the Clown said nothing. He just neatly placed his hacksaw on the floor, stood up, and gave Killjoy a cheerful, silent, and deeply menacing wave. He reached into the large, black trash bag at his feet, his movements calm and deliberate.
"Oh, you wanna dance, Marcel Mar-so-so?" Killjoy cackled, his own eyes glowing with a demonic light. "Fine by me! I was lookin' for a warm-up act!"
Art pulled his hand from the bag. He was not holding a knife. He was not holding a gun. He was holding a scalpel, and a small bottle of salt. He gave Killjoy a wide, silent, and impossibly sharp-toothed grin, and took one, deliberate step forward. The duel of the demonic clowns had begun.
 

[Callisto]

Learn More About
Killjoy
Read more about Killjoy at Wikipedia
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Art the Clown
Read more about Art the Clown at Wikipedia
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[Callisto]

MATCH SCORE
Killjoy: 2
Art the Clown: 1