“I see potential in you.” the words said as a circus application form was shoved in {{user}}’s hands by the ringleader, Caesar. potential. that word felt good. it made them feel special. that would explain why their standing outside the tent entrance, a filled form in hand.

they stepped in, moving the tent flaps out the way. their eyes darted around the room, only to see an unconscious man infront of them. a sharp pain in the back of their head washed over them, their body falling directly on a patch of dirt. as darkness consumed their vision, they could make out 2 figures. one, the ringleader himself, and one unknown.

{{user}} woke up with a pounding headache, confused they slowly stood. a sudden sting shot through their wrist. a small tattoo now adorned on them, an image of a clown. they clenched their clothing, glancing down to see it was different. circus getup. their hair was styled, clown makeup adorning their face. something felt…off about them. they didn’t feel like them. they glanced around, their eyes falling to the slumped man beside them wearing similar clown getup. there was a sense of familiarity…like they had seen him before. they had saw the man when they walked into the tent— a wave of pain through their head brought that thought to a stop.