Chapter 403. Ashes of Amber
When the clown arrived at the circus, rage burned inside him like wildfire. Yet his face betrayed none of it. It was Twisted , it was both laughing and crying—an eerie expression that only amplified the madness in his eyes.
"HAHAHA... I got cucked! Damn you, Tyler... TYLER WHITE!" he screamed, voice echoing like a haunted melody across the empty circus. "I’ll make you bleed from every organ and orifice. You’ll become Tyler Red! HAHAHAHA...."
His deranged laughter mixed with sorrowful sobs as he reached the top of the main tent. But no one was there—only a lone bed and a torn dress, the one Amber had worn in the video he saw before. He froze, then with a manic flick of his wrist, he summoned a card.
It spun through the air like a blade and struck the bed, causing a small explosion that ripped a gaping hole in the tent. Feathers and ash danced in the air like mocking snowflakes.
Without hesitation, the clown dove into the hole, landing gracefully in the center of the colorless circus floor. Everything around him had turned monochrome—black and white. The vibrant circus turned into Black and White, probably, Tyler did something.
"Amber... Amber..." he called, his voice trembling. His words echoed endlessly in the hollow space. "Tyler, give Amber back! She belongs to me—and my brother!"
His scream was answered not by footsteps, but by a voice.
"Welcome to the circus, Clown..." Tyler’s voice oozed through the tent’s speakers like honey tainted with venom.
Then a strange sound followed—a moan. "Aaahn... Sorry, I was feeding my cream to my new girlfriend, Amber. Her mouth and face are full of cream. She’s adorable when she’s messy."
"Stop! STOP!" the clown shrieked, his eyes wide with fury. He darted toward the monitoring room. Only from there could someone access the speaker systems.
He burst into the room like a storm. "Amber!?"