Boogers's Questionnaire

Mr.McNugget, known as Boogers the Clown has no permanent home. He has spent years scattering through the lands of Neo Genis, wandering from place to place with a traveling circus that never stays in one location for too long. The circus is his sanctuary, a place where he can continually perform and instill fear in children, while remaining elusive to those who might hunt him down. His "home" is wherever the circus sets up, often in dilapidated towns or abandoned fairgrounds. His tent is his base, a colorful but worn structure that reeks of both joy and dread. Inside, it’s a jumble of old circus props, mirrors, and creepy decorations, with a bedroll on the floor where he sleeps fitfully, often haunted by nightmares of his own. He stays with the circus not only because it gives him the cover he needs but because it allows him to constantly shift, never giving people the chance to fully understand or track him. The roaming life suits him, as it feeds his desire to become the nightmare of children all over, with no boundaries to his reach.

Mr. McNugget earns his money through his performances as Boogers the Clown, a standout act in the wandering circus. His routine is carefully crafted to be both hilarious and unnerving, captivating children while planting seeds of unease. He relies on tips, ticket shares, and side earnings from selling creepy trinkets or carnival games. While his current income is modest, he sees it as a necessary step toward funding his ultimate goal: transforming himself into the embodiment of childhood fears. Most of his money is spent on maintaining and enhancing his act—new costumes, makeup, props, and unsettling decorations for his tent. The rest is saved for anything that might help him take the final step toward achieving his dark ambition.

Mr. McNugget's ambition is singular and all-consuming: to become the nightmare that children fear most, an eternal figure of terror that no one can outgrow or forget. He strives to transform himself into a legend that lives in the minds of every child, a haunting presence that persists through their imaginations and dreams. For McNugget, this is more than a desire for recognition—it’s his path to immortality. He believes that by becoming a nightmare, he can stay young forever, feeding off the energy of their fear and laughter.  

To achieve this, Mr. McNugget would go to any lengths. He would deceive, manipulate, and yes, even kill if it meant securing the power or recognition he needs to complete his transformation. His own life is secondary to his ambition; he would risk death without hesitation if it meant getting closer to his goal. Whether through dark rituals, forbidden knowledge, or dangerous deals, Mr. McNugget’s resolve is unshakable—there is no line he won’t cross in his quest to become every child’s eternal nightmare.

The most defining event of Mr. McNugget’s life was his childhood, marked by severe abuse and cruelty inflicted by those who were supposed to care for him. In his family’s home, he endured horrific treatment—being dehumanized and stripped of his sense of safety and worth. These experiences left him scarred in ways that words could scarcely describe, fostering a profound sense of betrayal and alienation.  

Beyond his family, the world outside offered no refuge. Teachers, neighbors, and others either failed to notice or chose to ignore his suffering, reinforcing the idea that he was invisible and undeserving of help. These compounded traumas fractured his mind, driving him to retreat into fantasy to escape the pain. From this fractured reality, his clown persona, Boogers, was born—first as a coping mechanism, then as a vehicle for survival. Over time, Boogers evolved into something more, a symbol of his defiance and his desire to control the fear and vulnerability he once endured. 

This past shaped his obsession with becoming an unforgettable force in children’s lives, embodying the very terror that defined his own youth.

Mr. McNugget surrounds himself with a small circle of people from the circus who believe they are close to him, but in truth, they are nothing more than pawns in his elaborate act.  

1. **Riley "Big Top" Tanner** - The ringmaster of the circus, Riley sees himself as Mr. McNugget’s closest friend and confidant. He believes their shared time on the road has forged a deep bond, but McNugget views Riley as a convenient tool—a gatekeeper to his audience and a shield from suspicion. Riley’s trust in McNugget is unwavering, making him easy to manipulate when necessary.  

2. **Lilith Sparks** - A fortune teller in the circus, Lilith fancies herself as someone who understands the “real” Boogers the Clown. She often interprets his dark humor and cryptic statements as signs of a deep, artistic soul. In reality, McNugget uses her fascination with him to his advantage, feeding her vague comments to maintain her loyalty and distract her from his true nature.  

3. **Tommy "Sprouts" Dillinger** - A young juggler who idolizes Boogers, Tommy sees him as a mentor and a father figure. McNugget exploits this admiration to have Tommy run errands, set up props, and even take blame when things go wrong. While Tommy sees their relationship as meaningful, McNugget feels nothing but disdain, viewing him as a disposable pawn in his grand scheme.  

Each of these individuals believes they have a connection with him, but Mr. McNugget feels no real attachment. They are merely cogs in the machine of his ambition, unwittingly aiding him in his journey to become the nightmare he strives to be.

Boogars had a childhood that was a twisted nightmare of neglect, abuse, and isolation. Born into a traveling circus, he was never given the chance to experience a normal life. His parents, both performers in the circus, were harsh and unloving, treating him less like a child and more like an expendable commodity. His father, a cruel and domineering ringmaster, constantly belittled and physically punished Boogars for the smallest mistakes. His mother, a tightrope walker who seemed to care more about her performances than her son, ignored his suffering entirely. Her rare moments of attention were cold and critical, reinforcing the idea that he was a burden.

Life in the circus offered no respite. The other performers, jaded and self-absorbed, turned a blind eye to the abuse he endured. To them, he was just another cog in the machine, a child who could be molded into whatever role the circus needed. From an early age, Boogars was forced to take part in dangerous stunts, humiliating acts, and grueling labor. Any complaints or signs of weakness were met with further punishment, leaving him no choice but to endure.

He never attended school, nor did he have the opportunity to make friends. The circus was his world, and its harsh, unrelenting environment shaped him into someone who was both deeply damaged and incredibly resourceful. Laughter became his mask—a way to hide his pain and cope with the endless torment. But beneath the forced smiles and garish makeup, a storm of anger and despair brewed.

Boogars' traumatic childhood not only fractured his psyche but also planted the seeds of his grotesque and horrific performance style. His acts became a reflection of his pain, an unsettling mix of humor and horror that echoed the life he was forced to live.

Boogars once believed he had found a kindred spirit, someone who might understand his pain and loneliness. At 29, he met a woman who worked as a contortionist in another traveling circus. Like him, she was an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit in with the rest of society. Her strange beauty and eccentric personality drew him in, and for the first time, Boogars allowed himself to hope for something more than the misery that had defined his life.  

She was the first person who seemed to see past his grotesque exterior and dark humor, sharing moments of laughter and quiet vulnerability with him. Boogars fell deeply in love with her, convinced they were meant to be. He worked up the courage to confess his feelings, only to have his world shattered. She rejected him, not with cruelty, but with pity, saying she cared for him as a friend but could not love him.  

What cut even deeper was her choice to be with another man, a violent and abusive performer who treated her with contempt. Despite Boogars’ warnings and offers of safety, she stayed with her tormentor. The betrayal stung more than the rejection—it made Boogars realize love was not meant for someone like him. From that moment, he vowed never to seek love again, burying his heartbreak beneath layers of twisted humor and terror. The experience hardened him, feeding the darkness that shaped his grotesque performances. Love, he decided, was a cruel joke, and he would never be its fool again.

Booger’s worst fear is growing up and losing everything that makes him who he is. He dreads becoming just another tired, miserable adult, weighed down by responsibility and stripped of all joy. Adults are lifeless. They stop laughing. They stop dreaming. They forget what it means to play, to truly be alive. Booger has seen it happen too many times, and he refuses to let it happen to him.  

The makeup must stay on. The laughter cannot stop. As long as Booger exists, Thomas M. Nugget remains buried. If he ever lets go of Booger, even for a moment, he knows what comes next. The colors fade. The laughter dies. The world becomes gray and cold, and he becomes just another forgotten man.  

Booger’s greatest fear is waking up one day and realizing that he is no longer a nightmare, no longer a presence that lingers in the minds of children. He is terrified of looking in the mirror and seeing only a tired, aging man staring back. The moment he stops being Booger is the moment he stops existing. That is why he will never stop. Booger will laugh forever, even if it kills him or others or you.

Booger’s most prized possessions are his clown makeup and costume. These are not just tools of his trade, they are the embodiment of his persona, the physical manifestation of everything he is. The makeup represents the mask he wears to shield his true self, to hide the broken, bitter man beneath. It is a symbol of control, a way for him to manipulate fear and stay forever locked in his nightmare identity.

The costume is his armor, his shield against the world. Each patch, each bright color, every thread that holds it together carries memories of performances, of terrorizing children, and of becoming something more than human. It is irreplaceable. Every stain, every tear, tells a story of his twisted journey, of his rise from an abused child to the nightmare he has become.

Booger keeps these items close at all times, treating them with obsessive care. Without them, he’s nothing. The makeup and costume are the key to his power, his ability to remain young and feared. They are his link to his ambition, his unrelenting quest to become an eternal figure in the minds of children.

Booger's biggest problem right now is that he hasn't yet achieved the level of fear and legend he desperately craves. Despite his terrifying persona, he still isn’t the eternal nightmare that haunts the minds of every child. He hasn’t reached the point where his name alone sends shivers down their spines. Booger wants to be more than just a clown in a traveling circus; he wants to be the embodiment of childhood fear an unstoppable force that lingers in every nightmare, in every dark corner of a child’s imagination.

The problem is that he’s not there yet. He’s still building, still clawing his way to that terrifying legacy. The fear he instills in children is still fleeting, still temporary, and it’s driving him mad. He doesn’t have the power or the recognition he craves, and every failed attempt to push further into the dark corners of children’s minds only makes his desperation grow. He’s afraid that he’ll never reach that point, that he’ll remain a joke, just another performer in a circus, never the nightmare he’s destined to be. Until he can make that leap, he’s still trapped in a half-formed existence.

A typical morning for Booger begins with the sound of the circus waking up. He hears the creaks and groans of the tents, the rustling of the performers starting their daily routines. It’s still early, the world outside quiet and dim, but inside his tent, things are already stirring. He doesn’t wake up slowly. There’s no slow stretching or easing into the day. The moment he’s conscious, he’s up. His first action is to check his makeup kit, the one thing he never lets out of his sight. The world outside might be unpredictable, but his appearance? That needs to be perfect. He starts with the heavy white base, smoothing it over his skin with steady hands. The foundation is thick, almost like a mask. It’s the first step to becoming Booger, and it’s the part of his day that he cherishes most. Once the white face is set, the rest follows—deep red around his eyes, exaggerated cheeks, and the sinister smile painted on. It’s all done with precision, each brushstroke a step closer to embodying the nightmare. When he’s finished, he stands in front of the cracked mirror, the clown staring back at him with a twisted grin. After the makeup, it’s time to dress. The costume is a ritual, one he never rushes. Every torn patch, every bright color, is a piece of the legend he’s building. He puts it on carefully, making sure it’s just right, as if each detail brings him one step closer to his ultimate goal. When he’s ready, Booger steps out into the circus grounds, already rehearsing his routines in his mind. The world can be chaotic, but as long as he wears the makeup, as long as he’s in the costume, he is Booger, and the world is his stage. He’s ready to face it head-on, to terrorize, to entertain, and to make his mark on every child’s darkest dreams.

If Booger were preparing for something special, he would take extra care in his appearance. The process would begin hours in advance, as he meticulously applies his makeup. The thick white base would be layered carefully, with extra attention to his red, menacing smile and exaggerated eye makeup. He would use darker shades, perhaps even adding subtle blood splatters or cracks for extra horror. Next, he’d choose a standout costume, something darker and more menacing than usual. A patchwork of deep reds, blacks, and purples would create an eerie silhouette. Exaggerated collars or ruffles would make his figure seem even more grotesque, while his shoes would be larger, adding to his unnatural presence. Booger would take his time to ensure every detail was flawless, spending about three to four hours getting ready. Once finished, he’d stand before the mirror, satisfied with his terrifying transformation, ready to make an unforgettable impression.

Booger doesn’t celebrate his birthday. To him, it’s just another day, a reminder of the dark path he’s on and the endless performance he’s trapped in. Birthdays were never something to look forward to, and he has no real reason to mark the passage of time. Instead of celebrating, he might use the day as an opportunity to perfect his act or rehearse new routines, pushing himself further into the nightmare he’s trying to become. If anything, it would be a quiet day in the circus, maybe alone in his tent, fine-tuning his makeup or costume. He could spend the day watching the children, studying their reactions, noting what terrifies them most. It’s just another day for Booger, another step closer to becoming the ultimate nightmare, and he’s too consumed by his ambition to worry about something as trivial as a birthday.

Booger’s greatest regret is not killing his parents. The abuse and neglect he endured at their hands shaped his entire existence, but the one thing that eats at him most is that he never took the final, irreversible step to end their lives. He was trapped in their circus, forced to endure their cruelty and cold indifference, yet he never mustered the courage to end it all by taking their lives. That failure weighs heavily on him, there’s a dark part of him that wishes he had taken the power back, ended their reign of terror, and freed himself from their control once and for all. The thought that he could’ve stopped it all, but didn’t, haunts him. That moment of hesitation is something he’ll never be able to undo. In his mind, had he killed them, maybe he would have found freedom, or at least felt something different. But now, he’s left with the nagging thought that it’s a choice he’ll never get back.

Booger’s gifts are an extension of his mind’s descent into madness. They don’t come from an external source granting him power, but from his own unraveling sense of reality. As he plunges deeper into his trauma, the world around him begins to shift and warp, turning into a twisted reflection of his inner darkness. His gift is the ability to bend reality, not through a controlled wish or a straightforward power, but through the unchecked chaos of his own mind. His nightmares bleed into the real world, warping it into something more terrifying, something more fitting for the monster he’s becoming. The more Booger embraces his madness, the stronger his powers grow, fueled by his constant torment and deep-seated fear. What was once a performance becomes a terrifying manifestation of his deepest, most painful memories. His gifts are a manifestation of his trauma, as if he’s creating the nightmare he never escaped, forcing others to experience the horror he’s lived through.

Booger doesn’t believe in spirituality or religion. The harshness of his childhood, the cruelty he experienced, and the trauma he endured left him with a deep sense of disillusionment. The gods, the spirits, and the higher powers that people turn to for comfort or guidance never did anything for him. He’s come to see them as mere stories, ways for people to make sense of a world that’s cold and indifferent.To him, spirituality feels like a lie, something invented to keep people distracted from the harshness of life. The only truth he believes in is the terror and control he can instill in others. His world is one of chaos, fear, and survival, not of divine intervention or cosmic meaning. Religion is irrelevant to him he doesn’t need it. What he believes in is the power of his own mind and the fear he can create. That’s his reality, and that’s all that matters.

The events of the Contracts don’t really conflict with Booger’s worldview; if anything, they feed into it. His perspective on the world has always been one of chaos, fear, and control, and the Contracts only reinforce that. Every twist and turn in the Contracts feels like another performance, another act in his never-ending play where he’s both the creator and the monster. The manipulations, the games, the darkness, it’s all just more fuel for the nightmare he’s building. When faced with doubt or uncertainty, Booger doesn’t react with confusion or disbelief. He embraces it. The Contracts have proven to him that nothing is certain, and that only chaos is real. His world was never stable to begin with, and if anything, the unpredictable nature of the Contracts feels more like home. The more things fall apart, the more it aligns with his desire to see the world spiral into something terrifying and unmanageable. There’s no need for clarity or truth when you’ve already accepted that everything is a game of fear and power.

Booger doesn’t waste his time getting emotionally invested in the other Contractors. He’s seen them all come and go, each one as disposable as the last. They’re just characters in his twisted circus, with their own acts, but none of them are particularly worth his attention.There’s something amusing about watching them, though, how they struggle, how they try to hold onto some semblance of control in a world that’s spiraling out of their grasp. Some of them are too serious, too obsessed with their own agendas, while others are too weak, too easy to manipulate. He enjoys the chaos they bring, but they’re just background noise to his performance. He’s seen it all before, and he’s not interested in forming any real bonds with them. For Booger, the only one worth noting is himself. Everyone else is just part of the backdrop to his growing nightmare and his growing power.

The perfect room, to Booger, is one he never had a space that could’ve been his sanctuary as a child, a place of solace away from the horrors he endured. It’s a room where the world is still innocent, before it was tainted by neglect and cruelty. It’s small but warm, with walls painted in deep shades of comfort rich blues and soft yellows, decorated with whimsical patterns of stars and moons. A plush bed, soft and inviting, with blankets that smell like safety and sleep. There are stuffed animals neatly arranged, but not too perfectly just enough to give a sense of being cared for. The floor is carpeted in a soft, thick fabric, inviting a child to lay there in quiet peace, free from fear. The room is bathed in soft light, from a warm, dim lamp that’s never too bright, casting long, gentle shadows. There are bookshelves filled with stories, tales of adventure and wonder, where the child can escape into dreams.This room symbolizes everything Booger longed for but never got peace, love, comfort, and care. Instead, he got fear and pain, and it’s that longing, that emptiness, that fuels his transformation into the monster he’s become.

Booger believes his true talent lies in making people laugh, especially children. His philosophy is that laughter is the gateway to happiness, and no one understands that better than him. Of course, his version of "happiness" is a little... twisted. He’s learned to make kids laugh by playing on their deepest, darkest fears, turning the things that should be terrifying into absurd, chaotic fun. He sees it as a performance he’s not just a clown; he’s an artist, carefully crafting a perfect blend of laughter and terror. His approach to making children "happy" is simple, he makes them laugh by scaring them, by showing them the edge of what’s safe and comfortable and then pushing them just a little bit farther. The scarier, the funnier. The more chaotic, the better. To him, it’s just a joke, a game. He genuinely believes that he’s doing them a favor by making them laugh, by pushing them to face their fears, they grow stronger. It’s just that his idea of strength is a little... more horrifying than most people would prefer.

Booger's limits are twisted, yet strangely clear. He has no real moral boundaries when it comes to achieving his goals. His limits are rooted in his deep fear of being irrelevant of not being remembered. The worst thing he could imagine is fading away into obscurity. He’s willing to sacrifice almost anything to ensure he stays in the minds of children, even if it means taking things too far. However, his one true limit lies in his deep-seated need to maintain his clown persona. If anything were to strip him of his identity as Boogers the makeup, the act, the chaos he would feel completely lost. Without his clownish mask, he would be just another man, vulnerable and exposed. That’s the only real threat to his psyche, the thing that could break him.It would take someone or something stripping him of his terrifying, jester-like exterior to make him crack forcing him to confront the man beneath the mask, the terrified child who was once left to suffer alone. That would be the ultimate undoing. Without the clown, Booger is nothing.

1. "Heathens" by Twenty One Pilots
   This song speaks to Booger's outsider mentality and his belief that the world doesn’t understand him. He’s an outcast in his own way, choosing to live outside the norms of society, just like the "heathens" the song refers to. The dark, ominous vibe fits his twisted sense of humor.

2. "People Are Strange" by The Doors
   Booger feels alienated, seeing the world and the people in it as strange. The lyrics mirror his view of humanity—he has no real connection to others except through his manipulative performances. The eerie, haunting tone reflects his own dissonance with the world around him.

3. "Disturbia" by Rihanna
   This song perfectly captures Booger's desire to live in a world of chaos and fear, where things are unsettling and unsettlingly fun. The sense of madness and spiraling into a dark place mirrors his journey as he seeks to become the terrifying figure in the minds of children.

4. "This Is Halloween" from The Nightmare Before Christmas
   A fitting tribute to Booger’s love for fear and chaos, this song embodies the essence of Halloween—dread and delight mixed together. He’s drawn to the grotesque, and this song is a celebration of all things eerie and disturbing.

5. "Clown" by Korn
   This song is a direct nod to Booger’s persona. It reflects his inner torment, the way he feels trapped inside the clown character, forced to live out a terrifying performance for everyone else’s amusement. It’s dark, heavy, and painful, mirroring his complex relationship with the clown identity.

6. "Freak on a Leash" by Korn
   Booger relates to the sense of being controlled, but also the yearning for release. He feels like he’s constantly on a leash, acting out a role that both empowers and torments him. The feeling of being trapped but also thriving in the chaos mirrors his existence.

7. "Lullaby" by The Cure
   A twisted lullaby that feels more sinister than soothing. This song represents Booger’s distorted view of childhood innocence—he wants to lull children into his nightmare world, where everything sweet turns sour and unsettling. The eerie tone fits his need to create fear disguised as comfort.  

Booger’s ambition will only grow as he gains more power. His goal is not just to be a terrifying figure but to become an unshakable presence in the minds of children, forever entwined with their deepest fears. As he continues to evolve, he will explore more sinister methods to amplify his terror, using his newfound abilities to take on darker, more grotesque performances. There will be no retirement for Booger; he views his transformation as an eternal pursuit. The more power he gains, the more he becomes obsessed with perfection. No moment will ever feel like enough. Each victory will only lead to deeper madness, reinforcing his belief that he is on a path that cannot be undone. For him, the idea of an "end" doesn’t exist and will never exist. He is bound to this endless cycle of growing terror, continuing until there’s nothing left but his twisted legacy.