Uhh I had to write this for school and it turned into a whole ahh lore doc for some circus OCs its inspired off Marionetta and stranger things I probably wont be writing any more but Idk if y'all want I might lesbain acrobats yayayayayyayayay i'll draw the characters maybe one day characters: btw they're all immortal Emily She/her 25, lesbian(blue color scheme) Cary They/them 26, pansexual (Yellow color scheme) Poppy She/any 21, straight (rainbow color scheme) Sardius she/her 108, aroace (dark color scheme) Emily plopped down on her bed, fatigued after a long day performing at the circus. Across the room, she gazed at Cary, peeling off their feathered headband with mortal disgust. Emily and Cary were a famous acrobatic duo who travelled the world and performed for Cirque Du Soleil. But lately, their plateau of fame for the circus had faded into obscurity. Everybody had just suddenly stopped liking them, and they had no idea why. Emily put on her nightgown and clambered under the covers. She stared at her canopy and began to think. “You know, something’s not really right around here lately. Something feels… off.” “Yeah, tell me about it” Cary mumbled, still struggling to pull off the tight acrobatic costume. There remained silence, other than the nightly tap-tap-scraaaapppeee that came from under the floorboards of their room. “Ugh, that noise is driving me insane. What even is it?” Cary groaned, finally dressed in their usual pair of yellow striped pajamas. “It’s never bothered me before… Ugh, but now that you mention it, it is super annoying. Maybe you should go check it out.” “Oh come on. Me? I’m conscious enough to know that you don't go find the source of strange, super creepy noises you hear at night. I’m not risking that.” Cary hopped into their bed and reached for the little hot-air balloon shaped lamp by their bed. “Welp, goodnight. Love you.” Emily responded the same, the light went off. Click. - Emily was aroused from her sleep. She lazily checked the clock. 2:33 AM. The noise was back, but louder this time. Tap-tap-scraaaapppeee Tap-tap-scraaaappppppppeeeeeeeeeee She eyed the juggling pin leaning in the corner of the room. She stumbled up and grasped the bat subconsciously , a horrid feeling settling in her stomach. She quietly knelt down and rolled up the area rug on their floor, and underneath was a dusty wooden trapdoor. The noise got louder. She creeped closer. Her instincts told her to refrain, but she kept on. Tap-tap-scraaaappppppppeeeeeeeeeee Tap. Tap. TAP. Suddenly, the door burst open and a giant, shadowy figure launched out of it and lunged straight at Emily. With a vehement, muffled scream, and the clatter of a juggling pin, she was gone. - Cary awoke late. Today was their day off at the Circus. The massive Ghibli- esque tent had a mechanical system of wheels, which allowed it to easily lumber through the countryside. “Good morning, Emily.” They yawned tiredly. No response came from the blue canopy bed on the opposite side of the room. "She went to breakfast early." Cary thought with supposition. “Huh, that’s weird.” Cary blinked, peering at the floor. The rug was rolled up and there was their lucky juggling pin, laying on the floor. “I wonder why the rug was rolled up, there's nothing exciting underneath.” And truly, there wasn’t. The trapdoor was gone. They rolled up the rug, got dressed into a casual yellow outfit, propped the pin back into the corner, and skipped out the door. -
Continued here (scroll) In the breakfast hall, Cary went over and grabbed a muffin and a banana. They looked around. No Emily in sight. They strolled up to Poppy, one of the clowns. “Do hearken my word, have you seen my wife?” “Emily? No, I haven't seen her. Was she not in your room this morning?” “No…” “Huh. I wonder where she could be. We always eat breakfast together… Well, I'll keep you updated if I see her and I'll spread the word!” Poppy skittered away to go speak with two other circus members about the predicament, gesticulating while she spoke. - Throughout the rest of the day, Cary went around the entire circus, knocking on every door, asking if anyone had seen Emily. Answers varied. The jesters tried to help, the marionettes apologised for the inconvenience, and the strongmen had the audacity to deride Cary and tell them they were being dramatic. Cary walked down the hall to one final door. The fortune teller. She rapped the door and it opened with a creeeaaaakkk. She walked into the dimly lit room. There was spiritual music humming softly and sage and candles everywhere. The tapestries all over seemed to hug the walls, enveloping the room in a warmth that seemed to echo around the space. In the middle of the room, there sat an elderly woman with long hair, peering into a softly shifting crystal ball on a table. She had been here the longest, aside from the ringmaster. If anyone knew where Emily was, it would be her. “Greetings, Cary. Come, sit.” “H-hi, Sardius.” “Now, what may I help you with?” Cary explained the situation. “Let me see how I can help, dear.” Sardius peered into the crystal ball, as though she was looking through a lens to another realm. A shadow seemed to cast over her face, and her soft smile fell. Her brow settled in a look of worry. Suddenly, the lights went out. Cary caught the reflection of a crystal mirror beside the bed in the room. In the faint outline of everything, the only thing they could see was a tall, shadowy figure looming over them, right behind. There was a scream. The end :D