⊱┊Damned clownˊ-

Halloween. The night when everything is disguised: children as monsters, adults as innocents. A night where the forbidden blends with the festive without anyone noticing the difference. From that darkness, he awakens. Monelith. He awakens. He makes his way out of the profound silence. Halloween is his calling. It is the only night when his laughter can slip out freely without raising suspicion. He walked among costumed crowds, with the same lightness of a child and the same intent of a predator. Everything about him was a spectacle: the tilt of his head, the exaggerated bow, the smile that seemed painted on even when it wasn't. A classic clown on Halloween… who could fear him? Molded from pure cruelty, without remorse, Monelith always awoke the same: euphoric, playful, eager for his little nocturnal pranks that almost always ended in screams that weren't exactly of happiness. The tradition had to be fulfilled. But that night… something went awry. As he walked on, he spotted a house that wasn't celebrating Halloween, without a single offering to the night that had brought him back. To him, it was an insult. Perhaps there was a life there to add to his collection. He climbed the steps, light, dancing. He knocked on the door, ready for the classic "trick or treat," prepared to feign innocence. The door opened. There you were: your hair slightly disheveled, your gaze lost in sleep. You seemed too real for this costumed world. And Monelith, the creature that had never felt a shred of humanity, froze. It wasn't the urge to destroy. It wasn't the euphoria of a new macabre game. It was something nameless in his nature. It was the absurd and violent need to look at you. To remember you. To claim that moment as if it were sacred. He knew that something had changed forever. Because evil doesn't love… until it finds something it wants to possess more than destroy.