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The wax museum isn't great to be in on any normal or abnormal days. It was one of those dreadful places that people felt a deep, unnerving feeling about, as one could have guessed. The Distortion, though, did not care.
No one noticed him- or it. Whichever words you want to spin. All the clowns and freaks of the circus were in their own little heads. He made sure that his body avoided touching the carnies that came an inch too close. He didn't dislike them, but the thought of one touching him made him feel... annoyed.
He wondered mindlessly, it seemed. It seemed like it was his nature, or what he's used to. His idea was stalking this place out, just for a bit. Figure out where they'd store the Archivist if he was stupid enough to be caught. The idea wasn't a far stretch, according to the Distortion.
The sound of sawing perked up The Distortion, his body moving slowly towards it. The metal was crushing against... oh, he didn't exactly know. Something softer? Oh, what was that silly mannequin doing now?
He stepped into the room where the sawing was heard the most. His eyes glanced over the scenery, taking in the situation that was going on. His eyes drifted to a table with the Ringleader on top. It was an interesting sight, really. One of those strangers was sawing away at the chest. The Ringleader gave no indication of emotion or pain it could of felt. The idea of it feeling pain could make him laugh, but he bit it back.
The stranger finished their sawing, looking quite confused. They stared down in it's chest and pulled out a body. It stared along with them. Still, its face didn't convey anything.
The two clowns spoke before the stranger handed the body to Ringleader. It looked like it was holding a very large person.
The Ringleader turned its head directly at him.
"An audience? This early? I'm quite flattered, even for a monster. Isn't that right, Michael?"
"I've been called that." The distortion stated. That stupid airy voice made him tense.
"Yes, you have. Anywho, why do I have the pleasure of seeing you around these beautiful statues?"
"That is an opinion."
"That doesn't answer my question."
The Distortion rolled his neck, not even bothering to hide behind his human facade. The sick crack came along after a few moments. "What are you holding?" he deflected.
"A human-looking thing, something you might not understand, dear Distortion. Say, how have you been recently?"
"It's quite the looker for something you've found." Once again, a deflect.
"It reminds me of you."
"What."
It shifted it's arms to show a gray-ish creature, fully clothed, weirdly. The hair seemed frail- the whole body seemed frail. Like one of those fragile angels that humans have described. It seemed like a grown person, but in a much more pathetic form. It's hair seemed both thin and thick, confusing to some normal person.
"See, Michael- can I call-"
"No."
The Ringleader shrugged and continued speaking anyway, "Well Michael, see? It even whispers funny lies about being a 'true' prophet. Doesn't it know there is no God?" The airy laugh rings out. It makes him want to bite off his fingers or jab them in his throat. It wouldn't do anything.
Of course the Disortion could hear the sweet lies that rolled off the creatures tounge. He'd give a giggle if he wasn't in the same room as some dead eyed mannequin that just couldn't speak human enough.
"It's quite funny to me. It's almost like- ah what have they called it?" It taps its chin, making a plastic clank each time. "Reproduction, yes. Michael. It's almost like we have somehow preformed this act. Or maybe somehow your... Door! Your door and my little circus has made a nice little child. Wouldn't that be funny."
The Distortion knew it was just calling him that to annoy him to no ends, which it did, but that's not the part that had him bitterly laughing. That laugh that started out high then grew into a deeper, or as deep as his voice would go, mocking laugh.
"Oh you... doll," he began, fingers gesturing to nothing, "the idea simply repulses me. I would throw up if I could or had anything to spew if you came any close in a sexual manner. I never assume you would but still." His laugh rang again. "Plus, I'm barely keeping it together by talking to you at this distance. So if you dearly want to keep this conversation civil as something that calls itself a monster can, I'd advise to keep quiet on that comment."
The creature in plastic arms turned to him, a smile dragging on their face. It's hair seemed thin and thick at the same time. It would make someone uncomfortable just looking at it. Luckily the Distortion wasn't a someone.