dokeytheclown

[dokeytheclown]

Dokey’s grin  as  he bows

"Oh my, how delightfully firm! A presence with roots, not just painted footprints—I do appreciate that."

His arms spread grandly before speaking

"As Who might I be? I am Dokey! A true master of clown arts!”

dokey seem proudful before speaking

" Oh the circus works for you?. well color me impressed! though..."

Dokey gestures at her and her height

“Tell me—don’t you ever get back pain from all that height?"

Meet my new klown oc, Tempest Shadow! Slim's younger twin sis (by 2 minutes of popcorn kernel forming) And the most quiet, stoic looking klowness on the ship! (Her design + name goes to the real Tempest Shadow from the My Little Pony movie!)

Basically EVERY SINGLE KLOWN is scared of her (except Klownzilla... Sort of) Just because of how mean she looks. She may look mean but she's relatively sweet once you get to know her! She's open to any interacts with your ocs or just request a reaction with one of the canon klowns!!! :)

[dokeytheclown]

“Well, well! Another performer in this grand, ever-turning spectacle of existence? What a rare delight!”

He straightens, tilting his head just slightly,

“Ah, but such height! You must be quite a spectacle. Tell me, dearie, do you work the circus—or does the circus work you?”

Meet my new klown oc, Tempest Shadow! Slim's younger twin sis (by 2 minutes of popcorn kernel forming) And the most quiet, stoic looking klowness on the ship! (Her design + name goes to the real Tempest Shadow from the My Little Pony movie!)

Basically EVERY SINGLE KLOWN is scared of her (except Klownzilla... Sort of) Just because of how mean she looks. She may look mean but she's relatively sweet once you get to know her! She's open to any interacts with your ocs or just request a reaction with one of the canon klowns!!! :)

[dokeytheclown]

Dokey smiles uncanny as he spoke

“Oh my, how delightfully predictable—from someone who carved their own face!” 

 Dokey tiled his head as  he waggle  his finger at jeff as if he was a child

“As for my circus theme—what’s my deal? Ah! Such a wonderfully small question for something so grand! But what’s your deal, dearie? All this boredom—aimed so directly at my show.”

His arms spread wide like  a grand gesture  before talking some more

“See, you assume I need to trick you. That there’s some sinister little game, a curse draped over my stage. But, oh, how terribly disappointing that would be—, no cheap tricks, no lurking horrors.”

 

Dokey seem proud of his show as he idly tapped his foot

“Just a show. A good one. But you know what’s really interesting? Your skepticism is very misplaced but atlas, i suppose not all of my audiences are the same"

(If you wondering why dokey is pushy is just because he likes the audience and attention, i dunno he just a werid guy or girl or whatever since techally dokey has no gender, he just.. shows up as whatever)

Since you have no eyelids can you watch my shows without missing a second? or would you be a rude guest and look away? -dokey

Jeff offered the clown a wry smile. “Depends. Is your show actually entertaining, or does it suck ass?” He crossed his arms, leaning back a bit. “I ain’t about to waste my time on a show that’s lame, so….it’s up to you.”

[dokeytheclown]

you can only ask questions to dokey if you wish to be a anon. but if you do show your age in bio you can roleplay.

Just trying to figure out if your Mdni or not right now cuz your blog is cool asf

Dokey creator here!

everyone can interact as long as they have there age in bio. so i can know what is safe to talk about as dokey.

[dokeytheclown]

Just trying to figure out if your Mdni or not right now cuz your blog is cool asf

Dokey creator here!

everyone can interact as long as they have there age in bio. so i can know what is safe to talk about as dokey.

[dokeytheclown]

Full drawing of dokey!, he looks like a nice fellow doesnt he?

[dokeytheclown]

Battle indeed!

Tell me, is this your usual approach? To label me in ways that feel comfortable to you? I suppose one must make do with the skills one has. A tragic limitation, of course, but how quaint!

(Dokey is the type of person to throw shade even at his fellow clowns)

Hey laughing jake, ya aint the only clown now :> -dokey

:00!!!!! BATTLE!

[dokeytheclown]

Were did the children go?.... No one knows!

[dokeytheclown]

Dokey chuckles, eyes twinkling like he saw this as a challenge. Sure, he was offended—but, of course, he wasn’t going to let that show. What kind of clown lets a teenager or rather a ill man with no eyelids actually bother him? “Oh my, what a delightfully blunt approach! But tell me—what exactly makes a show worth your time? Is it dazzling lights? A trick so sharp it could slice through doubt?” He flicks imaginary dust from himself as he continues, his tone never faltering. “Anywho, if my show truly sucked, then I would have been out of business long ago.” Dokey adjusts his sleeves with practiced ease, letting the words settle just long enough to feel intentional. “So, how fortunate for me—still standing. Still performing. And, most importantly, still right here.”

Since you have no eyelids can you watch my shows without missing a second? or would you be a rude guest and look away? -dokey

Jeff offered the clown a wry smile. “Depends. Is your show actually entertaining, or does it suck ass?” He crossed his arms, leaning back a bit. “I ain’t about to waste my time on a show that’s lame, so….it’s up to you.”

[dokeytheclown]

Facts about dokey

Facts that may add lore or just make Dokey seem interesting

He refuses to play card games—as surprisingly he isn't good at any luck base games

People swear he has an accent—but can’t place where it’s from. (It's a Irish accent!)

He doesn’t joke about the circus—it’s always a serious subject for dokey

He gives compliments that sound normal at first, but later feel oddly specific or a sightly insulting

No official birthdate exists for Dokey

No birth certificate, no tax records, no legal name

[dokeytheclown]

Alex? Goodness, no, no—I haven’t have the proper looks for that name. Far too sensible-sounding. I’m far more… unique, wouldn’t you say?

How does masky and tim feel about clowns? asking for a friend :> -dokeys

well, I think alex is tolerable, so take that as you will.

never seen one .

they seem strange .

[dokeytheclown]

Very.

How does masky and tim feel about clowns? asking for a friend :> -dokeys

well, I think alex is tolerable, so take that as you will.

never seen one .

they seem strange .

[dokeytheclown]

How does dokey feel about other clowns?

We all bring a little joy, don’t we? Some clowns juggle. Some throw pies. And then… some of the clowns manage to entertain despite their lack of skills but it's up to the watcher to judge!

[dokeytheclown]

Is dokey a human?

Oh, my dear friend, does it really matter? humor, paint, laughter—it all blends together under the big top! You see me, don’t you? And I see you. That’s all that truly counts, right? -dokey

[dokeytheclown]

Dokey lore

Lore that doesn't really answer much of anything besides bare basics!

Maplewick was old—not in the charming, historic way, but in the way that sagged under the weight of time. Its buildings stood in uneasy compromise, where crumbling brick and cheap modern siding fought for dominance. People came here to settle down, carve out something resembling stability. Affordable rent. Friendly neighbors. Enough distractions to keep the kids entertained.

But Maplewick wasn’t built to hold onto anyone for long. It was a place where people stayed just long enough to save up and leave—if they were lucky. It wasn’t a town of quality, but it had its attractions.

Like the circus.

Every few months, the traveling circus rolled through, its ragged banners fluttering in the wind, promising cheap thrills. No one really knew who owned it. Some whispered about a shadowy businessman pulling the strings, but if that were true, why stop in places like Maplewick, the kind of town people forgot existed?

The circus was always the same—rickety rides, carnival games rigged against the gullible, popcorn that tasted more like cardboard than butter. Parents used it either to bond with their children or to abandon them for a few hours of peace. And then there was Dokey.

He was the main attraction. His name plastered across every banner, his grinning face printed on damp flyers clinging to telephone poles. The circus came and went—yet something was always missing when it left.

Maplewick was just big enough that a few missing children never made the front page. And the police? They never took desperate parents seriously. That was the cost of affordable housing and a town stretched thin.

Parents whispered about their lost children, swearing they were last seen at the circus. But there was no proof. None at all. Even Dokey said he hadn’t seen them. So it couldn’t have happened there, right?

But grief doesn’t need proof—it festers, spreads, and demands answers. Angry parents began gathering near Dokey’s circus, protesting, demanding, their accusations sharp enough to make even Dokey take offense. Sure, he could leave Maplewick for a few months, roll back in when things settled. But those parents? They never let up.

Even Dokey’s identity was put into question. Some tried to keep tabs on him, but tried was the keyword. Dokey never left the circus—he only ever went where it went. Still, their anger had consequences. People started whispering, warning others away.

The children stopped coming.

Dokey had to lower his prices, offer plush toys, extra snacks—anything to lure families back. But it wasn’t enough. Dokey’s circus was dying.

So, like always, Dokey packed up, followed the routine, and moved on.

But this time, Maplewick never saw him again.

After all—if people don’t appreciate the art Dokey brings, why waste time?

[dokeytheclown]

🎭 Step right up, step right up! 🎭

Well, well, well—look at all these lovely little faces! Boys, girls, things in between—whoever you may be, welcome to my little corner of the circus! The name’s Dokey, and I just love a good game. You like games, don’t you? Of course, you do.

I’m simply here to make sure you’re having a bright, colorful day… even after everything you’ve done to me. Oh, but don’t worry, no hard feelings! Haha! Just a little memory, lingering like confetti in the wind…

Now, before we begin, let’s lay down some simple little rules, just to keep things fun:

🎪 Speak in third person—makes everything feel more like a proper story, don’t you think?

🎪 Age in bio, please! I may be a clown, but even I have standards.

🎪 Curious about what’s allowed? (Gore? Strange little whispers?) DM me, and we can have a chat.

🎪 Patience, patience! The Cirus never stops and running the show? That takes even more time!. You wouldn’t rush an artist, would you?

So come on in, play along, and keep those smiles bright—after all, the circus never truly leaves… even when you think it has.

(This is my work in progress creepypasta! so if you wish for more information then rest assured that it is coming. whatever dokey says doesnt mean i believe them. Rules may not be enforce constantly)