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Hello there and I know it’s been a while but the next chapter is going to take some time to make for multiple reasons
To start I want to characterize the freak circus members correctly and make the story flow really well with all their relationships so it’s going to take a while and some play throughs Cus I have only played it once and not even able to finish my play through
Secondly my parents have just divorced and im still trying to keep it together so sorry if they take a while as Im still trying to figure my life out.
Third I can’t let my parents know Im writing this as then I would go homeless so again forgive me
I have written abit of the chapter but ya the rest might take some time. Sincerely your writer unemployednugget or Bob
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Apparently I came there abit early because there were not many people in this tent, I took a seat up front in the hopes that this would help me see any..Details more. The seats were foldable plastic ones you would find at your school. I wondered what material the tent was made of as it let no light shine in.
After a few minutes the tent started to fill with more people till some poor sould were felt to stand. As Harlequin appeared behind a puppet stand, his green eyes seemed to give off a faint glow.
I quickly grabbed the small notebook in my pocket where I keep my stuff about the circus and a small pencil to go with it then stared to write down my newly discovered fact. Eyes glow. After I closed it tucking it into my pocket again.
I then turned my attention to the stage as his puppet show began.
As it began I noticed how the puppets looked similar to the circus members I know of so far. One had green glowing eyes was shorter then the rest and had horns.. another one had yellow eyes ,wide ones, like Pierrots…
The story went on as I assumed it was a story about them.
It went on about how one member was killed, how they were starved in cages, and lastly how they had to eat one of their members to survive… I noticed my thoughts started running again. They had to eat them and he had to kill them..That felt oddly familiar in an intoxicating, way that attacked my heart and eyes. My mind then overflowed only to go blank a few seconds later. The whole world around me disappeared, I panicked looking around me aggressive whipping my head in all directions. My gaze landed my hands they were covered in blood. I stumbled back falling over and behind my seat. Why did my hands have blood?!
I tried to wipe it off my thump sliding over the surface of my skin, but it just stayed there..
I tried again more aggressively yet it stayed on
I tried again
I Tried again
I TRIED again
I TRIED Again
I TRIED AGAIN
My nails tug into my hands the blood never went away just more seeped out of my skin.
I breathed uncontrollably my vision started to blur, my body trembled as I looked up I saw her standing over the chair looking down on me. Adrenaline, misbelief, everything hit me.
She isn’t supposed to be alive..
I killed her. How is she alive.
“H-how are you alive?!”
She seemed to come off the chair over to the row of chairs I was under.
“Get the fuck away from me!”
I snarled my own voice surprised me with the amount of emotion running through it.
I stumbled back tripping over my hands slowly creating more distance.
She then seemed..Confused..?!?! Before just walking away..
My eyes spilled out emotions from within, as my hands spilled out their result. Blood.
The voice came again.
You’re ok, she’s not real. It’s in your head. Now breath with me.
In 1,2,3,3
Hold 1,2,3,4
Out 1,2,3,4
The voice calmly kept repeating this and I kept trying but never was able to control myself.
My body still trembled, my lungs still beat as if they were my heart, and the world still twisted as if it didn’t care about the rules of reality.
*slap*
Some pressure landed on my tear stained cheek, unless those “tears” was actually sweat dripping down and stinking up my sticky wet body. The burning pain brought me back to the current world.
I stayed on the ground for sometime counting the rocks that floated around int the dirt. Slowly I eventually got control of myself.
I felt pathetic more I felt scared what if this happens again to already happened twice.. I need something to stop it. NOW…
I looked around for the person who helped me but again they were not around, matter of a fact there was no one in the tent. Even Harlequin seemed to have not been here anymore as if someone told him to go away.
Aseal-‘ Bob could you tell me who keeps helping me?’
Bob-‘ oh? Thats me😘’
Aseal-‘ Fuck you mean? You’re limited to my mind right?’
Bob-‘ I have enough power to physically manifest myself into the story temporarily, and since I don’t feel like watching you have panic attacks I decided to help. You’re welcome.’
Aseal-‘ Damn. Thanks I guess? Never mind your the reason I’m having these attacks.’
Bob-‘ Hey!’
After the tragic discovery that the person who helped me was my tormentor I no longer had the urge to thank them. I stood up dusting my cargos if any dust that might have landed on them and exited the tent as quietly as possible trying to go unnoticed by anyone. Thankfully for the first time in years luck was on my side and no one saw me, I hope at least.
Went over to one of the benches placed around the circus and grabbed out my notebook. I wrote what I knew so far, after I was done I tucked it into the side pocket of my pants and went off to another tent.
Aseal-‘ Bob incase I have another reminder of her could you give me smth to prevent my panic attacks? Kinda don’t wanna have them every second you know already had two so far!!
Bob-‘ Ya one sec let me make smth real quick*insert loud explosion sounds*
Aseal-‘ Bob.. What are you making 😭?!’
Bob-‘ A pack of pills that will help with your problem.’
Aseal-‘ Why do I hear something being hammered??’
Bob-‘.. Uhh part of the making process👌’
Aseal-‘….’
I sighed to myself starting to walk over to the *will insert colour later when I finish playing* tent, indicating that I would be meeting a new member. I.. Don’t know if I was really thrilled about that. Suddenly I felt my hand grow slightly heavier. A pack of pills appeared in my palm.
Then my empty pocket gained some weight as well.
Aseal-‘ Care to share?’
Bob-‘ Ummmm.. I don’t know.’
Aseal-‘ Bob.’
Bob-‘ Ok ok. In your pocket is a small water bottle to help you swallow the pills and the pills themselves help you have better control over your mind for sometime, this includes forcing your mind to ignore a topic that displeases you. Its effects lasts for an hour and you can only take one every four hours so use them wisely.’
Aseal-‘ Great thanks’
I felt way calmer now that I had a way to avoid having panic attacks. Relief washed over me and it genuinely lifted my mood to not have to worry about them as much. It would be easier to observe and gather information about the circus as it was my main worry now.