The Troupe
Under Construction – But Snik Already Knew That
The stories are still unraveling, the laughter still echoing through the fog. Each clown will soon have their own theme music and a short bio, revealing just enough to unsettle—but never enough to truly understand. More will be added regularly, each piece of the puzzle slipping into place when the time is right. We appreciate your patience, though let’s be honest—you’ll never be as patient as Snik. He’s been waiting far longer than you have.
Meet the Clowns: They are the heartbeat of the carnival, the architects of fear, the jesters of a madness that dances just beyond comprehension. Each one is a fragment of something darker, something ancient, bound together by painted smiles and the echoes of laughter that never truly fades. Some whisper lies, others carve truth from flesh, but all of them watch—waiting for their turn to take center stage.
Snik: Theme Song
Snik: The Elder
The whisper before the cut, the shadow behind the curtain—Snik is patience given form, a blade honed by time and cruelty. He moves with the precision of a practiced hand, his every step a calculated note in a silent symphony of dread. To call him a clown is a disservice; he is the ringmaster, the maestro of Psycho-R-Us, guiding the show with a knowing grin and eyes that seem to pierce through the fabric of reality itself. Some say he has always been here, watching, waiting. Others insist he was the first to laugh, the first to kill, and the last name whispered by those who realize—too late—that the show was never for them.
Inferno: Theme Song
Inferno: The King of Fire
A smoldering specter draped in regal flames, Inferno is more than a clown—he is the embodiment of destruction, a monarch crowned in embers and ruin. His laughter crackles like burning wood, his presence warps the air with waves of unbearable heat. Some say he was forged in fire, others whisper that he is the fire itself, consuming everything in his path with an insatiable hunger. He does not chase his victims—he simply watches as the world around them turns to ash. Step too close, and you may find yourself kindling for his eternal inferno.
Poppet: Theme Song
Poppet: The Porcelain Doll
Don’t let the porcelain smile fool you—Poppet isn’t here to play nice. Wrapped in cracked face paint and stitched-up frills, she giggles her way through chaos, turning childhood nostalgia into nightmare fuel. Her delicate frame and sweet voice lure even the most hardened criminals into lowering their guard—only for her “toys” to do the talking. Teddy bears with teeth, jack-in-the-boxes rigged with blades, and dolls that go boom!—Poppet’s playground is one you don’t escape from.
Sub: Theme Song
Sub: The Mermaid
She glides through the dark like a ripple on still water, her voice a siren’s whisper that tugs at your thoughts, luring you closer… closer… until there’s no turning back. Sub doesn’t chase; she invites. A flick of her green hair, a teasing smirk, the promise of something deliciously dangerous—and suddenly, you’re sinking, swallowed by depths you never saw coming. She knows what you crave before you do, and once you’ve tasted her game, you’ll never quite be sure if you dove in willingly… or if she pulled you under.
Zonk: Theme Song
Zonk: The Trickster
She glides through the dark like a ripple on still water, her voice a siren’s whisper that tugs at your thoughts, luring you closer… closer… until there’s no turning back. Sub doesn’t chase; she invites. A flick of her green hair, a teasing smirk, the promise of something deliciously dangerous—and suddenly, you’re sinking, swallowed by depths you never saw coming. She knows what you crave before you do, and once you’ve tasted her game, you’ll never quite be sure if you dove in willingly… or if she pulled you under.
Vex: Theme Song
Vex: PR and Marketing
Sharp mind, sharper smile—Vex is the one who makes things happen. You don’t find her; she finds you, always at the perfect moment, when hesitation and temptation dance too close together. With a tilt of her head and a contract you swear wasn’t in your hands a second ago, she offers you exactly what you need… at a price you won’t understand until it’s too late. She doesn’t twist arms—she simply nudges, whispers, and watches as you tie the knots yourself. By the time you realize the ink has dried, she’s already moved on, leaving only the echo of her laughter and the certainty that you’ve made a terrible, wonderful mistake.
Gory: Theme Song
Gory: The Blonde Butcher
Precision, patience, and a passion for the craft—Gory doesn’t just kill, she creates. Every slice, every severed piece is a brushstroke in her masterpiece, a work of art dripping in crimson. There’s no rush, no mess—just the steady hum of her chainsaw and the glint of pure professionalism in her cold, calculating eyes. She’s not here for theatrics (though the splatter can be quite beautiful). No, Gory takes pride in the details, the clean cuts, the perfect disassembly of those who fail to amuse. If she tilts her head and smiles at you, congratulations—you’ve just become her next canvas.
Xeno: Theme Song
Xeno: The Bar Master
She serves more than just drinks—she serves decisions. Every bottle behind her bar holds something more than liquid; every glass poured is a test you don’t realize you’re taking. Xeno’s smile is sly, her green eyes glint with something unreadable, and her hands—oh, so steady—mix cocktails of curiosity and consequence. Some concoctions burn, some soothe, some make you forget, and some… well, some you shouldn’t have ordered at all. But by the time the taste lingers on your tongue, it’s too late. You drank, and now the game begins.
Pinky: Theme Song
Pink: The Host
... with the most Pizazz!
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FREAKS AND FIENDS—WELCOME!"
If chaos had a voice, it would cackle. If madness had a face, it would grin ear to ear. And if the show needed a host, well—who else but Pinky? Loud, flamboyant, and impossibly everywhere at once, Pinky is the electric pulse that keeps the Psycho-R-Us circus alive. He doesn’t just introduce the acts—he IS the act, a walking, talking spectacle wrapped in pink and dripping with mischief. Every word is a performance, every gesture a trick, and every laugh—oh, that laugh—stays with you long after the curtain falls.