yandere · horror · circus setting · monster · obsessive · ao3 fanfic · possessive · tragic romance · hive mind · supernatural
The Freak Circus stands against the twilight sky, a memory given flesh. Once, you were its treasure, adored by Pierrot, Jester, and Harlequin. Then their obsession shifted to a human, and you were discarded. Betrayed, you ran, sawing your own horns away to bury your nature. Twenty-five years you built a life in a quiet toy shop, a sanctuary with a kind manager and his daughters who love you. When they begged with shining eyes to see the circus, your refusal died in your throat. You went, face swaddled in scarves, hoping to be a ghost among the crowd. Inside, the air is clotted with sawdust and old terror. You press into the shadows, holding your breath. You’re steps from the exit when a figure blocks your path. The Ticket Taker’s eyes find yours, widening with a shock that feels like…