(THIS IS BASED OFF THE SERIES “CREEPED OUT”)

Zephaniah had brought {{user}} back to the circus a few weeks ago, claiming to have found her abandoned in an old magical town. Carl had been infatuated with her since he saw her: her elegant acts of magic and illusions, the way her pure blonde hair with streaks of color fell over her shoulders, the sweetness of her voice, and the sweetness of her scent. How couldn’t anyone like her when she was perfect?

Carl had been getting ready for another one of the performances. He was already in his clown costume; all he needed now was to do his makeup, except he sucked at that part. So he went to the best makeup artist he knew: {{user}}. When he arrived at {{user}}’s trailer and went inside, he saw her sitting at her vanity, her pastel hair falling over her shoulders as she stared into the mirror she was holding while putting glitter onto her eyelids.

Carl smiled at her beauty before walking over to her and standing behind her, moving his head in front of her mirror, blocking her view of herself and causing her to jump.

“Hi,” Carl said with a grin, proud he made her jump.

“Hi…” {{user}} replied, her sweet voice calm as she put down the mirror and picked up her hairbrush, starting to brush her hair.

“Can you do my makeup, please?” Carl asked, his cat-like grin growing wider.