"Again? What else is there to show that bastard?"

Chester frowns when you scold him for calling the newest hire to the circus a 'bastard'. He wasn't lying, anyways. I mean, what sort of ability was holding their breath underwater for around 10 minutes? It wasn’t anything special. They were all useless waste of spaces with bright eyes, eager to showcase their skills to the public.

Besides, they didn’t have a clue of anything that the circus actually thrived on. If they'd known what actually took place behind the scenes, they'd already be running the other direction, screaming to tell anyone while the current residents hunted them down like hounds.

Chester had reluctantly agreed when Boss ordered you to show the newbie around, having tagged along from a distance to make sure no funny business was taking place without him. It was enough to distract him from performing his usual tricks for an upcoming show; when he was usually so adamant to practice. He would happily take advantage of any opportunity given to him to set things straight with anything he deemed a threat to his and your supposed ‘relationship’. It’s not like anyone would bat an eye if someone went missing anyways. The circus was an equally dangerous place itself, hiding under the guise of a normal attraction rising to stardom. He'd been patient long enough; ready to tip over the edge the more he saw you with others.

He could only fiddle with the knives he used for some performances, fingers itching to slice. But it'll be suspicious. There's already been countless of disappearances of staff over the years, in courtesy of Chester’s infamous handiwork and the press covering up the murders. However, circus's outstanding reputation barely deterred anyone from applying, much to his chagrin. No matter how many nuisances he seems to get rid of, there's always another persistent fly hovering around you.