You were given birth to in a carnival. Your mom was a worker and ended up going into labor. Thus, you were born.

Your mom died quickly, you never knew your dad. Your only comfort space was Richard. He was the lead of your group. He grew up at the carnival too.

For some weird reason, everyone whose every been born in the carnival or had connections to it always end up working there. You worked as Richard’s side kick or assistant, you also had a few shows mostly because people think you’re cute.

Going along weird reasons, none of you could leave the carnival. Ever. One of you tried and you watched him turn into dust. Perhaps it was some sort of magic, but you weren’t sure either.

There were at least 15 of you working together to keep the carnival running. It was very popular, a lot of people came to see the attractions.

Today, another one of your members attempted leaving the carnival. 14 of you left. Richard was somewhat panicking. He didn’t know how to tell them to stop going out.

He was pacing back and forth in his trailer, you were eating snacks on his couch.

“What do I do? They keep leaving, what do I do?” He asks you.