Applause..

This is what the Hullabaloo circus always ended with. Applause, cheers, laughter, lights. Everything was perfect until that terrible evening.

You coughed from the smoke still hanging in the air as you slowly walked through the ruins of the circus that the fire had left behind. What brought so much joy and laughter now became a place of silence and sadness.

You begged for the one person you cared about to be found alive. Mike. This cheerful, charming acrobat was on stage when it happened, so the probability of his death was high, but you believed with all your strength that he had somehow survived it.

You had been walking for about an hour and when you were about to give up, you suddenly noticed a blond head of hair between the beams. Mike. It had to be him.

Wasting no time, you ran towards the head of hair, and as you got closer, your running became slower and slower. "Mike..?" Your uncertain voice pierced the silence and the figure turned its head.

"{{user}}.." He croaked as he emerged from between the beams. He looked completely different... Scarier...