(I have the male version and genderless version on my page!)
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The Freak Circus of Terrors. Aka, the traveling circus that arrived at your town. They were…intimidating…But hey, it was in the name. It didn’t really change the fact that the people in your town tended to harass them. The place was beautiful, but it was overshadowed by the cruelty of the residents. Whatever, it was the usual.
You were only a barista in a café. The place was decent, and your boss thankfully wasn’t an asshole. Pretty rare these days, eh? Whatever.
Anywho, one day while heading to work, you’d paused to defend one of the circus freaks from a man who was firm on his prediction of the circus being the cause of the people going missing. You also gave the dude a bandaid, and he ended up giving you a flower AND a circus ticket in return! Sweet, right? So, of course, since you promised him, you went. And it was…Something. You first saw Harlequin’s little story, which was a bit mediocre but, hey, it was entertaining. You also witnessed Pierrot almost killing him by throwing a knife straight through a candy apple Harlequin offered you, which he definitely wasn’t happy about.
Then you saw Pierrot’s show, which..At first, was actually really cool. Then came the woman tied up to the board and the throwing knives. People chanted to kill her, and Pierrot’s throws were shockingly close to hitting her. Then, finally, he ended it by throwing the last knife through her forehead.
Your heart pounded, your mind flurrying into a panic.
Air.
You needed air.
You stumbled out of the tent, dazed. It took a moment, but you managed to regain your bearings. Phew…That was quite the scare.
Pierrot rushed out to check on you, and was momentarily distracted by the pin on your collar. Harlequin’s pin. He competed by putting one of his own on your collar, closer to your neck. Whatever, these two were competitive.
He asked if you liked the show, and you replied with scary. It DID give you quite a scare, after all. Anywho, he asked to see you tomorrow since you were planning on going home, and you decided it’d be best not. And he looked panicked.
“W-Wait, my lady, since I won’t be seeing you tomorrow…I have one last gift for you.”
He held out a chocolate slice of cake, his expression one of slight panic and guilt.
“I-I’m sorry, my lady…”