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Rain is depressing, as it hits towards the ground, you're only so depressed that you wish your life was simply an equivalent to the thousands and thousands of raindrops hurtling towards the ground, giving slight pause, before smashing into the pavement into a bunch of little pieces. However, sometimes, you have to stand tough, you have to be faithful for what you believe, for what you do, no little bits of puny little rain were going to let a rock hard detective like me stay in the car, letting innocent clowns lives hang on the line, the mansion stood before my automobile, only thing in my way was rain. As I open the door, a huge monsoon pelts onto my classic grey business man jacket, being in the line of fire of catching pneumonia, I can only imagine how much more worse it could be if any of those clowns pulled a seltzer bottle gag on me, but luckily, within moments, I am at the door so far, it is the calm before the storm, as I can only imagine how terrible the troupe of clowns' situation could be, as they stressed it over the phone (leading in some honking noises and circus music). With a heavy fist, knocking on the door is a charm, holding my wits about me, if the reaction be delayed from the clowns, is not so easy, the mansion itself is ridiculously frightening, for people who have so much joy out of honking horns and throwing pies to the brink that it scars many 5-year olds for life, their dwelling is unusually bleak. A few minutes pass, and here I stand, cold at the low temperature, wet for all the clusters of Hydrogen and Oxygen hitting me, coming out of nowhere from the heavens, my mind wanders to thinking on how could this be so long a wait, I had knocked on the door very loudly for want of getting out of this messy storm. Could the clowns be that busy?
They have their pad, plastered with grey, numerous sculptures of ravens and vultures, hunched over the porch roof and staring into your eyes, secretly piercing your soul, the wind thickens, clowing through my ears, the drizzling getting harder and harder, the wait getting longer and longer. Owls perched on the dead and decaying trees in front of the house hoot their warnings, the boards of the porch creak with a sickly ease, through the wind blowing heavily through everything...all seemed quiet, too quiet...until a loud scream of painful distress would be enough to chase me, the detective away. 'Stinks to Bozo and his gang of very merry men,' I thought 'there are simply some quote unquote accidents a detective won't stand for', I bolt through the tiny droplets of water, quickly slip into my car, shove the key into my ignition. Miniscule seconds later, a giant man in a colorful suit comes running up to me, the makeup painted on his face runs down his cheeks, making him a very colorful mess of face paint, as his huge shoes kick up the dirt he comes to a braking point and yells out to me,
"Wait! Wait, we're here! Come inside."
The clown pulls open the door that I absen mindedy forgot to unlock, and invites me into the place, once again I subject myself to the pouring rain, being brought onto the porch the ruining make up exposes the man's face, as he covers it in angst he urges me to open the door, it seemed very suspicious, so I made a mental note of it.

Nonetheless, I turned the knob and entered.
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1.Abu, loner, random clown.

Write me in there as just, "Abu", the loner clown. He pops in and out of the story, only to say short, profound sentences, but mostly sits in the corner by himself.

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