The Clown Creators!

After a short while, the elevator finally reached it's destination. It made multiple twists and turns and went across to the other side of the carnival. Vanessa had absolutely no clue where she was. As the double doors opened, she took a deep sigh and strutted out with confidence. She decided to face this 'punishment' with pride and arrogance, knowing that nobody would dare mess with her.

The elevator had taken her to a fairly spacious corridor. There were bright and colourful paintings on the walls, each depicting a different scene involving a clown. One had a clown juggling in a circus, while another had a clown blowing up a balloon for a child. Vanessa rolled her eyes, she already hated this place.

At the end of the corridor was a reception desk, with nobody sat behind it. Vanessa strutted over to the desk, telling herself to stay confident and powerful. The desk only had a computer and a bell on it, presumably to alert the receptionist that someone is there. Vanessa took a deep sigh, rolled her eyes, and rang the bell.

After a short and very awkward while, a woman opened a door behind the reception desk and greeted Vanessa. She looked to be in her 40s, with her brown hair cut in a very sharp and neat bob. She was slightly overweight and looked like a mother with some baby fat. "Oh hi! What brings you here?" She joyfully asked Vanessa. "One of your stupid elevator things **** me down here, I wish to leave I immediately!" Vanessa demanded, she was in no mood for politeness.

The woman was shocked at how rude Vanessa was, but she'd had her fair share with people like her. "If you came here by elevator then it means you've been naughty!" The woman kept her joyful tone, but she seemed slightly sinister. "Never call me that again, I just want to go home!" Vanessa warned, she hated being called anything other than her name.

The woman ignored Vanessa's warning and started typing on her computer. "Ah! You must be Vanessa, oh wow you've got a hefty record here. Really? Sneaking into a kids section half naked? You should be ashamed of yourself!" The woman lectured as she scanned the report on Vanessa. "Hey! You've got it all wrong! I was pranked, someone stole my property and I went to get it back, that's where I ended up in the kids bit and then--"

"It's always a prank with you people, can't you just admit you fucked up? Anyway, let me tell you what you're here for." The receptionist interrupted, before continuing. "We are a hidden segment of the carnival designed to deal with misbehavers like you. We, are the Clown Creators!" She explained. "Well what the fuck does that mean for mean for me!?" Vanessa argued, she was beyond furious.

"Ain't it obvious my dear, we're gonna make you into a clown!" The woman announced with joy. Vanessa's heart sank, there was no way she was becoming one her most hated things. She started backing away from the desk, hoping to find an exit somewhere. "Oh fuck right off! You can take your dumb clown shit and shove it---"

Suddenly, mechanical arms sprung down from the ceiling and grabbed her wrists, tying them together behind her back. The same happened to her ankles, leaving her stood tied up and completely helpless. The receptionist opened a hatch on the desk, allowing her to walk over to Vanessa. "Oh deary me Vanessa! You can't leave, your fate has been sealed with me, and I'm gonna make you my best clown yet!"