Inside the Circus – Second Floor
The narrow hallway echoed with the faint squeaks of oversized clown shoes. Two individuals, clad in ridiculous clown costumes, ambled through the garishly decorated interior. Their curly wigs bounced with each step—one electric blue, the other an absurd shade of lime green.
"Wait a second!" a guard clown barked, blocking their path with an inflatable baton. His oversized red nose wobbled as he squinted at them. "You forgot to register your names, you noodle-heads!"
"Noodle heads?" the green-haired clown giggled, her painted lips twisting into a mischievous smile. "That's actually kind of funny."
She plucked the 'register'—a helium balloon shaped like a scroll—from his hand and pulled out a thick black marker from her oversized sleeve. With exaggerated flair, she scrawled something on the balloon and doodled a tiny van next to it.
The guard raised a brow. "You're... Van emoji? And Essa?"
