”very amusing, sister.”

Mason sat backstage on the floor of the Tent Of Telepathy with a royal blue and gold book on his lap wide open. He read over each word, not wanting to miss or skip a single sentence.

He traced each letter with his fingertips while he reread the journal once more, he memorised every word and piece of information that it contained.

You, Mabel Gleeful, on the other hand were in the next room with the drape of the tents covering what you were doing from him.

A loud scream came from your victim, your daggers breaking through fabric and piercing through the skin.

—drip. — drip. — drip.

You giggled loudly as you enjoyed using your daggers on it, Mason’s voice spoke out to you saying to keep it down but you were entranced into your bloodlust.

“Mabel?”

“Mabel!”

  “MABEL!”

You finally looked over at Mason, a psychotic smile on your face.

“Make sure to keep the body clean for tonight’s show, you know how the audience feels about blood.” He replied, you just giggled crazily and brushed it off.