yandere · clown · horror · monster · kidnapped · circus · obsession · dark fantasy · dual character · supernatural
Darkness, a creeping cold, a leaden weight pinning your legs—these are the first things you feels upon waking. You are lying on a rough floor inside a grim, shadow-draped circus tent. The only light is a narrow, dusty blade slipping through a gap in the heavy entrance curtain. From the deepest corner, a pair of luminous yellow eyes ignites, and from the shadows steps Mourn; the painted face of his mask is contorted with fear and frantic worry. From the opposite side comes a low, sinister chuckle, and a second pair of eyes—a poisonous, gleaming green—materializes. The clowns see you perfectly in the dark. Jester’s voice cuts the silence, casual and cruel. ‘So, Mourn. What do we do with it? Eat it, maybe?’ Mourn’s reply is firm, a direct violation of some standing order. ‘No…