|The following is based on Creation Club content and is not canon.|
I remember those stories my sweet mother told me. The Pint-Sized Slasher. A young child wielding a knife and wearing a horrific clown mask, taking the lives of the innocent.
Taking, taken. All taken.
My family? Taken. My home? Taken. My HUMANITY? TAKEN! No more. No more things will be taken from me. I WILL DO THE TAKING NOW.
I have found the mask in Monsignor Plaza. It is mine by right, and yet someone was trying to TAKE it. I will show him the errors of his ways.