Work Text:
I awoke
The last remnants of Joseph Grimaldi being my memories
But those I choose to forget for now I am Nikola
And what a wonderful thing I am
Look at me! Born to lead the dance of a life time
Oh what an honour I have been bestowed,I can’t wait until I’m ready
Until I’m ready to grace the stage with my delicate step and show the world once again how great I can be
How great I will be
How long have I been practising?
I’m not weary, not by a long chance
But my stage has grown dusty
And Gregor that wonderfully pathetic man
Look at him
Waiting for me to be perfect
No.
I am the one who is doing the work, who is preforming whilst that lump of wasted skin is sat there “preparing”
It seems a new Ringmaster is needed and if anyone’s competent enough for that role it’s me
Ah look at how much better it all is without him
With me
He now follows my every move and is well and truly contributing to the dance that he created
I deserve his name as I now am filling his boots
Nikola Orisnov
Catchy isn’t it?
Gosh look at the time
All this preparation is all coming to it’s fantastical end
And I will lead my circus
I’ve prepared my best costume
And my most shiny boots
I will lead us to-
No
No no
How did the Archivist find us?
That bastard
I will show him what happens if you try to ruin my show
He will fit in perfectly with my other performers
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Now who does this Timothy Stoker think he is?
why isn’t he delirious?
How is this happening
Please I’ve worked so hard
No
NO
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