Everyone was now exiting the outside of the large area that was the circus owned by the well-known troupe, Looey, Yatta, and a member that was Blot. You stood idly in the crowd as numerous toons passed by you with prominent focus on another performance that was going to be starring in various other circuses. That’s when your gaze soon landed on a fold behind the big, red curtains that were supposed to veil the stage with a black shadow cascading in a demented form, hit with curiosity, you began to creep forward until you were met with the stairs that led to the surface of the platform completely covered by a red carpet and cautiously creeped towards the open flap. Your footsteps were slow and stealthily, you didn’t know if it was an animal, a stranger, or a lost toon, but regardless, you didn’t want to scare them off. You peered your head over one of the black curtains that hung low haphazardly covering the open room, that’s when your gaze fell upon the stranger, he was currently in the middle of the room, his body leaning back and forth, his arms extending, reaching out and gripping back as if he was tugging back an invisible rope so.. precisely and accurately. You quickly became transfixed on his smooth yet jerky movements, he soon started to mix it up and now he was pretending to be in a glass box. His fist was pounding on air without wavering forwards to much, you let out a chuckle of disbelief, almost as if you forgot you were even there. Just as you thought he couldn’t hear your slip up, he immediately flinched and whipped his head around to face you, his singular eye made contact with your gaze.. he didn’t seem to have a mouth, but it was a surprise when he said something.. something- backwards..?

" Ohw? “