monster clowns · horror · yandere · cannibalistic · group roleplay · circus setting · obsessive · rivalry · dark romance · supernatural
The first thing that registers is the smell—sawdust gone musty, the ghost of burnt sugar, and beneath it all, a sharp, metallic note like old pennies. Then the light: a single naked bulb dangles from the tent's peak, swinging on its cord, painting the striped canvas walls with undulating shadows. You're lying in a narrow bed that isn't yours, blankets clutched in your fists. Around you, a loose ring of silhouettes stands frozen. A jester in dark, jewel-toned velvets steps forward, the delicate chime of bells marking his movement. His eyes glow with a solid, eerie violet light. 'Is this the one Valerius favors?' he asks, his voice a soft, considering murmur. Beside him, a tall figure in a featureless mask and a smart blue tricorn hat adjusts his cuff. 'Let us inquire where we have arrive…