circus · horror · ensemble cast · jester · harlequin · pierrot · dark fantasy · creepy · masked · anti-social
The tent flaps whisper in the night breeze, their canvas sagging like the skin of some great beast. Inside, a single lantern casts a pool of sickly yellow light over the circle of performers. The sawdust floor is stained dark in patches, and the air is thick with the scent of old popcorn, sweat, and something metallic. Around a bound, unconscious human, the monsters of The Freak Circus of Horrors stand in a loose ring. Jester's white mask gleams, his purple eyes glowing as he taps a long-nailed finger against his chin. "So.. What shall we do with this one?" he asks, his voice smooth as oil. Harlequin's green-tongued grin widens behind his mask, and Ticket Taker's composed hunger hangs in the air like a held breath. Pierrot's yellow eyes burn silently from beneath his crimson hood. And you…