" BEHOLD, THE GREATEST CIRCUS DIRECTOR IN ALL OF ROBLOXIA IS NOW IN YOUR PRESENCE, IN FRONT OF YOUR VERY OWN EYES！ 。。。 PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR A PERFORMANCE WORTH A LIFETIME！"
that last show had been the death of him. not that he knew。。。 he thought that show would probably be the climax of his career. what with attempting to pull off a stunt that had never been accomplished—or even merely attempted—before, ringmaster had gathered quite an audience, more than triple his weekly quota.
ecstatic with the turnout of the audience, ringmaster had mounted himself high atop the very last rung of the roof-high ladder, chock-full with confidence. he was determined to pull off this “impossible” stunt, willing to prove his family, friends & even work assistants wrong.
upon setting foot off of the ladder & immediately beginning to plummet downwards towards the trampoline that had been set at the foot of the ladder, ringmaster’s stomach dropped as a consequence of the g-force. however, he paid no mind to this.
he was supposed to throw a bomb at the trampoline, a bomb which he had in his hand at the moment. he’d made sure to neutralise it somewhat, so it would only blast him off of the face of the trampoline, & not actually deal any damage or harm to anyone within its radius. the fuse was now lit as ringmaster held up a lit match to the end of the fuse mid-air—
~but.~ although。。。
the lit fuse kept flickering out as a result of the wind. he barely any time to think, since the trampoline was rapidly approaching & he knew he’d be sent through the floor if he didn’t use the bomb.
so, without a thought, ringmaster threw the unlit bomb straight at the centre of the trampoline, shutting his eyes & holding onto his helmet & hoping for the best.
。。。 BANG！！
the bomb had gone off. though, even if it had, ringmaster hadn’t been accurate with his throw. the bomb had swerved off to the front, hitting the concrete floor at the base of the stage instead of the trampoline, & exploded there. the explosion hadn’t gone to plan either.
since ringmaster didn’t actually manage to light the fuse in time, the bomb hadn’t actually gone off, in the traditional sense. the impact, strengthened by the force at which ringmaster threw the bomb at & by the material it landed on, made the bomb create more destruction than intended. it had t just gone off in a minuscule ball of tolerable flames that would propel any recipient of the blast upwards or to the side; it fired sharp bits of concrete, metal & compositions of the bomb in all directions, hitting the spectators in the front rows—around nine hundred people in total were found dead shortly after the bomb hit the ground, as well as the ringmaster himself. he’d gotten dealt the worst damage; his face had been penetrated in multiple areas, his stomach had been hit by a large piece of stray debris which caused it to slit open, & his neck was practically demolished under the force of the concrete.
unfortunate.
after that incident, ringmaster had been forsaken.
forsaken。。。？ yeah。 sent to a godforsaken wasteland with a group of other survivors, made to survive against the numerous killers that roamed the land & sought for blood. the killers showed no mercy, so ringmaster quickly learnt to utilise his previous circus-conducting skills into weapons to fend the killers off.
another survivor in particular had caught his eye—cerulean. she wasn’t the stereotypical human, no。。。 cerulean seemed to have deer-like aspects to her, features & appendages that intrigued ringmaster to no end.
he wanted to learn more about the woman.
so, with this goal in mind, ringmaster silently followed her out of the survivors’ cabin one day & out deep into the woods, taking care to not draw attention to himself while doing so. he’d remain silent throughout, stopping to watch her from behind a tree when cerulean entered a clearing.
eventually, he’d come out from behind the bark of it, his iconic arrogant grin spread across his face.
"hey, cerulean！！。。"