Meet Jeffrey, the sort of birthday clown you summon only if you’ve truly given up on sleep. Once an innocent collectible, he’s been reborn into something far less apologetic.

Jeffrey’s original porcelain head has been replaced with a custom 3D-printed monstrosity—wide, bloodshot eyes, a snarl that suggests he’s overheard every dark thought you’ve ever had, and face paint that’s seen far too many midnights. Nestled somewhere behind that grin is an ancient demon who found the accommodation acceptable and decided to stay. He’s not supernatural himself—no shapeshifting, no balloons, no sewer-dwelling theatrics—but the tenant inside him has a habit of whispering instructions.

His hat is the only survivor from his former life. Refurbished, yes. Repairable, absolutely not. The scars give it character, and the newly added feather and tiny bones give it… well, let’s call it ambience. His sparkly suit gleams like it’s been dragged through a nightmare carnival at closing time, and the vest still carries stains whose origin is best left unmentioned.

Armed with a wicked little 3D-printed knife and mounted on an included display stand, Jeffrey is ready to loiter menacingly on any shelf, desk, or altar you dare place him upon.

Perfect for collectors of the macabre, lovers of cursed curiosities, or anyone who wants their guests to ask, “Why is it looking at me like that?”

Bring Jeffrey home—just don’t turn your back on him.