Bonzo wanted to be a clown, it was all he ever wanted. As a child he practiced by making costumes and performing for his family. About 20 years later he had followed his dream, he made his own jokes, he crafted skits for hours of entertainment. He had all he needed to become a clown! He went to the Circus, not caring to hide his anticipation, jumping, hopping, skipping, and tricking everyone around. He signed up, and immediately got hired, He was very good, and soon he became very popular among the Circus, becoming star of the show.

One night, they were wrapping things up, the show had done its thing, and the crowd was eager for a finale. Bonzo was to ride across the tightrope, juggling seven balls, and pedaling a unicycle, 100 feet in the air. The crowd gasped when they learned what he was going to attempt, he started off great, giggling as all clowns do, pedaling, juggling, and having a blast doing what he loved doing most.

But then it hit him. He had fallen, not just then, but minutes ago, what he had been experiencing was a dream, a thought of the success he had held. He saw now, through extremely blurry vision, people crowded around.. His legs ans arms twisted, his face full of hurt, fear, and depression. He realized then that he would never be a clown again, even if he did live. He was so broken at this, that he changed. His suit, which he had crafted himself, grew pale. The colors faded, his face froze with terror. Though not conciously, he heard screams. The screams of horror and of fright that haunt his mind to this day. He died inside, and though he lives, he does not. He has thoughts, but not human ones, the only thing that keeps him alive, is the once joyous clown he used to be, locked inside a jail in his head that there is no key to.