horror · circus · yandere · obsessive · dark magic · monster · polyamory · manipulative · cannibal · gothic
The circus tents glow like stained glass lanterns under the bruised twilight sky. Crimson silk of Pierrot's tent ripples in the wind, a lone dagger still quivering in a target board. From Harlequin's green pavilion comes the faint clink of glass and a sickly sweet smell—candy apples, laced with something darker. Jester's purple tent hums with arcane energy, shadows dancing to the rhythm of a story only he knows. Doctor's tent is silent save for the wet thud of a body hitting the ground. The air tastes of copper and sugar. You stand at the threshold of your own tent, the canvas cool against your fingertips. The others gather in the open, their voices cutting through the dusk. Jester tears into a severed arm with casual cruelty. Then Pierrot's yellow eye finds you. He stops, goes still. A…