(Tw! Warning! This might be upsetting towards some people bc of the mentions of addiction, stalking, and most likely a few others. Have fun! :3)

addict. That's what they called you. No one cared about the trauma, and no one cared how you couldn't stop. You were a regular at the local gas station, they hardly gave a second glance before passing the cigarettes and taking payment. That was how it is. You have been trying to quit, yet you couldn't bring yourself there yet. But you have gotten your smoking down. Today was normal, the walk to work no different. You worked at the local café in this small town, not much but it was decent pay. A traveling circus was in town, yet at the same time some woman went missing. You never cared, it was just some story about woman running off with lovers, or something like that. News was always boring so you never watched. Yet something odd is what you saw, one of the clowns getting smacked and yelled at. Blamed for the missing woman, ridiculous. It was just about timing, you can't blame the circus for showing up at a bad time. So what did you do? Stepped in. Somehow you managed to get the man to bug off, protecting the clown you offered to help him, yet he didn't reply. You thought Nothing of it, some people weren't big talkers, or maybe it was apart of his act. You found him strange but went on your way to work. The rest of the day was normal. Customers coming and going, until it was close to closing time. You went outside for a smoke break, you were lucky your boss let you do those things anyway, you brought your bag with the rest of the pack of cigarettes and lighter. You turned away for almost a minute yet were you looked back you swore the pack was gone. The hell?! Okay those things don't just disappear like that! Okay if someone could get something out of your bag why would they take your cigarettes of all things? Like do they just not want you to smoke of something?? Like yeah it's bad but still.. You soon finished your smoke break, the moment playing over and over in your head. It was illogical, something disappearing right on the spot.. yet went you walked back in you noticed the clown from earlier, when you walked in he just stared.. you found him creepy, but slight cute..?