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Names Dead Wasp, but you all can just call me Wasp or Waspie. I don't really know what to put here regarding me, myself, and I, so buckle up and strap yourselves in. This is going to be one hell of a ride.
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Hey guys! Just wanted to let yall know i ain't dead :> I have been dealing with finishing school and have just returned from my little vacation that I completely forgot to warn yall about- BUT ANYWAY IM ALIVE! I have the next part for Day 2.5 nearly finished and am planning to drop some OC artwork for both my Original Book and for TFC shortly :)
This is the current design and is subject to change. Also, I decided it would be fun to design TFC characters as the different species hehehehe. Guess who is our little Blood Seeker in the comments~!
Blood Seeker
Description: Blood seekers are Feral-Class Wyverns, they are known to reside in the northern mountains and tundras of Eryiul and are said to originate from the Stone Isles. They hunt alone, only attacking what they need to survive and when threatened.
Appearance:: Wyvern-Like, large wingspan. Large, most have orange, red, or golden scales- though some reports have spotted more rare exotic colors based on region as well as fur.
Abilities: Fire Breathe, Phoenix Scales, The ability to withstand sub-zero temperatures.
-The Iron Terror-
Deep within the Iron Spines, jagged, winter-touched mountains peak from the forest cover grounds. Travelers rarely go there anymore, for they’d say the land is a mere stage for the beast residing there.
Could you blame him? The beast did so enjoy playing with the tiny monsters called man. For they had beaten and bruised him and his flock. He couldn’t kill them, no. Couldn’t even roar. Could only scare them away lest he incur the wrath of his king.
So he remains in their isolated peaks, silently stalking those who pass by. Giving them a performance they could never forget.
🎭A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I have been dealing with life especially with finals and graduation coming around the corner. HOWEVER I am still working on this fic little by little! Thank you for your patience!
“Are you lost, little one?”
Well fuck me sideways.
I took in a sharp inhale between my teeth as I tensed up. Man, these clowns kept appearing one after the other as if they were coordinating my demise behind my back!
“Well?” Harlequin hummed as he leaned against the wall of the building beside us. He was certainly dressed more…discreetly than before. “Cat got your tongue?”
“You're not wearing your costume.” I stated, meeting his eyes. “You actually look decent.”
God, I have been wanting to say that for so long.
Not that I hated his actual costume, far from it. But I always found his more casual wear more attractive.
He was in a simple black hoodie, with green patterns that nearly matched his costume- a beanie hid underneath his hood and he donned a black facial mask…on his mask? Face? I still wasn't sure.
Harlequin clicked his teeth at my words before seemingly smirking, judging from the slight squinting in his eyes. “How curious… are you enjoying the view?”
He gave a slow turn as he took a few steps towards me.
“I dunno, am I?” I rolled my eyes. I needed to get his character satisfaction up…so I would play along for now.
…this was kinda fun.
But I also needed to stay on topic.
“I'm looking for a bathhouse, know it?”
Harlequin let out a small hum. “Perhaps. You do need it.”
“No shit, I smell like a rat's ass.” I beat him to the insult, which surprisingly made the corner of his eye twitch.
“Character Satisfaction: Harlequin is now at 1. Good job User!”
No way that worked– whatever. Back on track.
“I suppose I could show you. But first…” He eyed me.
“Harlequin, what could be more important than a shower?”
“Maybe a not shitstained outfit?”
…He had a valid point. There wasn't necessarily anything wrong with my outfit– but it was tattered and smelled horrible from the past 2 days of usage. A new outfit would be nice…but with what money? I needed to save all I could if I wanted to rent an apartment or even purchase a small house.
“What? Are you suggesting a date?” I spoke sarcastically as I crossed my arms.
He tapped a claw on his elbow, a small look of contemplation in his gaze before he readily replied. “Only if you want it to be~”
“In your dreams.” I spat out. He had given me a pink ticket. It might have been different if it were a green one, but that pink ticket was- Well, a ticket to being some sex slave in his harem of fools.
“Awh, and why is that?”
“You want the short or long version?”
He paused at my response before chuckling. “Neither.”
“That wasn't an option.”
“And?”
“...Touche’.” I hummed.
“So, Do you want new clothes or not?” Harlequin continued.
“Do you have my apology ready?” I shot back as I moved to stride by him, I wasn't getting anywhere just standing around and chatting.
“My, my, so many questions.” He brushed off his shoulder as he avoided the inquiry, pushing off the wall to trail beside me. “I do. Take this little…date as a small apology.”
“This is as good as it's gonna get with you huh?” A decently sized exhale left me. I forgot Harlequin was allergic to vulnerability…or even taking responsibility for his actions. “Not even a ‘I'm Sorry?’”
“So greedy.” Harlequin mumbled under his breath. “I…SUPPOSE. I'm….”
He pulled down the face mask, revealing his toothy grin. Wait…Okay it looked like he was gonna physically vomit. On me. No thanks.
“Im…HRK-!”
I wanted that apology, but not that bad.
“Okay- Okay!” I waved my hands, quickly taking a step back. “Apology accepted. Just don't vomit your nasty ass liquids on me…”
Harlequin grinned smugly, seemingly now completely better as he straightened.
“Then follow me, Dear one.” He pulled his mask back up, humming a tune as he guided me through the streets.
Man. He did that just to get out of it…
After internally smacking myself, I fixated on our current path as we began to weave past person after person. Surprisingly enough, he was pretty discreet and human-like when he wasn't in costume.
And a bit creepier still, they knew the city very well despite only being here for a day or two.
And I was staying with them.
A tinge of regret settled in my gut. It was just gonna be for a bit. Until I can get onto my feet…
“Ooo~ Here's a good shop~” Harlequin pointed to a window.
I raise a brow before glancing inside.
“No.”
A deep emerald pair of mens and womens lace underwear stared back at me. It was a fucking lingerie shop. Hell nah.
“Why not? It's perfect for you.”
“If anything it's more up your alley.” I huffed back.
“Oh? Interested in seeing me all laced up?”
“Man, you are one sexually repressed creature.” I grumbled under my breath, though he caught it.
“Creature? What do you mean by that?”
Oh shit. I almost let it slip that I knew- UH SHIT-
“I mean it as a nickname, an insult, however you want to interpret it.” The words left me sounding much more confident than I actually was. Maybe because I said it without thinking too much.
He thoughtfully hummed. “Either way, you would look quite tempting~”
“Keep it in your pants Harle.”
We kept walking down the street, simple conversation seemingly bubbling between us. Despite my various reservations, Harlequin actually didn't seem that bad of a guy. If you ignore the many red flags at least.
After a while we did manage to find a shop with more modest clothing.
The hangers skidded to the side as I checked price tags and style. I had to be conservative of my funds…unless I could level Harlequin's satisfaction to 2 safely.
My eyes trailed over to where Harlequin stood, looking at some shirts before picking up a fishnet shirt and winking at me.
…that was out of my paygrade.
I would have to take his leveling slow. He was much more unpredictable than Pierrot and both of them together would be a shit show. Honestly, I'm surprised Pierrot hadn't seen Harlequin bothering me or the other way around.
I wanna keep it that way…though it's near impossible to do so.
Awkward silence settled in. What do I even say at this point? I couldn't exactly weasel my way out and I already forgot the directions to the bathhouse.
Harlequin knew the way. Plus he had a point in getting new clothing, I needed to look somewhat decent if I wanted that job at the Cafe.
We eventually made our way to the checkout counter. He didn't seem to have grabbed anything, so I guess it was just me.
I set the clump of cloth onto the counter as the older woman began to scan the tags.
“Ah, treating your partner sir?”
W h a t.
Harlequin chuckled. He was seemingly gauging my reaction to the title as his emerald eyes flicked to me.
My mouth opened to correct the older woman before a deliciously evil thought came to mind.
“Yeah, he actually is for the first time in forever.”
“Oh you poor dear, treat your partner better young man! You may lose them.”
Harlequin's eyes widened in surprise.
“Hah, As if I'm-”
“He's just so mean to me. Making me pay for our shared lunches and…whatever couples do.”
I wiped a fake tear from my eye as the woman bought every word. Honestly I'm surprised she's even believing me-
“Find a better boy. He's hopeless.”
The man behind me stifled a snicker, and I could practically feel the attention being shifted to us.
Yeah that's right. Get put on the hot seat and PAY FOR MY CLOTHES.
Harlequin clicked his teeth as he pulled out a small wad of cash and handed it to the older woman. She gave him a small smile and handed change back.
Hehehe. The power of guilt tripping did run in the family after all.
The door gave a small jingle as we left.
“You seem awfully smug.” Harlequin began, breaking the small silence between us.
“I just got free clothes.” I grinned as we continued down the sidewalk.
“So, we're dating now hm?”
“Absolutely not.” I sent him a small glare. “You would need to work on stopping your sexual harassment and stalking before you even have a chance.”
“Pft. You're boring.”
“And somehow no one has called the cops on you.”
“Then why haven't you?”
I deadpan as I met his gaze.
“I don't have a phone, dumbass. Or the money for a lawyer to fight that circus of yours.”
“Ahh, So you're practically defenseless legally.”
“And you're practically annoying.”
Harlequin let out a bark of laughter. “Whatever you want to say, Dear one.”
“Are you even taking me to the bathhouse or are we just taking a pleasant stroll?” I sarcastically remarked. We were decently far into the city whereas the circus lay on the outskirts. So it wasn't like I could go ask Pierrot for the directions again.
“Wouldn't you like to know?”
Did he not want to give me a straight answer or was he entirely incapable of it? Ugh. He's trying to ragebait me. I will NOT let him win.
“Well-”
I began to talk before the air was knocked out of me. I crumbled to the ground with a small gasp.
What was happening?
What was going on?!
V.E.E?!
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🎭TAG LIST: @adzuerebus @that-dumb-bitch @sum1ko
🎭A/N: A bit of a shorter day but nonetheless I had a blast writing it! Now as a small little funny test thing, what would YOUR Mc do in a situation like this? Answer in the comments if you wish heheheh. I will also add cover art later!
Hey everyone! Just wanted to apologize for the radio silence, school has been kicking me ass :(, ON THE OTHER HAND- I have been working on day 2.5 and it should hopefully be done in the next few days! I have also been working on a small comic (my first comic hehehe) featuring Vee in the first meeting with Pierrot :3
Also! I have been looking for more fic ideas and kinda wanted to know if you guys had any you would like to see! Yes, this means requests are open BUT it may take some time.
ONE LAST THING I SWEAR- Would everyone be interested if I were to post the book I am working on here? It has my own world, OCs and more importantly: Dragons.
Anyway, thanks for reading my fics and liking my art!
🎭A/N: ITS DONE! sorry for the long wait ofc, days might take a bit longer to come out since school n stuff is back :(
ANYWAY, let me know if I should fully render the cover- idk how I feel about it LMAO Poll is at the end!
Day 0/ Chapter 1 HERE
Day 1/ Chapter 2 HERE
Day 1.5/ Chapter 3 HERE
Day 2
Pierrot kept his eyes fixed at me, his golden pupils seemingly growing bigger and bigger. He was almost desperate at this point- especially with how he was invading my personal space.
Just how badly did he want this?!
Wait, did I seriously just ask that? This was Pierrot for God's sake!
But those eyes-!
Must…maintain…DIGNITY!
“I promise to take good care of you, my dear!” Pierrot grinned, his face having a light blush as he leaned in closer. “Whatever you want, I will do. You'll be happy there!”
WHAT WAS I, A DOG?!
“I….I uh-”
Well, time to weigh the pros and cons. Cons: they already knew my name, where I slept, Pierrot was head over heels, Harlequin was entertained by pestering me, and I slept on a box in a creepy alleyway. Not to mention if I said no, that means constant attention from them- I mean it didn't really matter how I answered.
Pros: I would have a place to stay (albeit in a circus full of monsters who eat people), food on my plate, and eye candy as far as I could see.
But…If I stayed at the circus temporarily until I got a motel or even an apartment…
I could make this work!
Just would maybe possibly need to be careful around Pierrot…and literally everyone else.
And damnit- did he not know personal space?!
“Alright- Alright!” I huffed, lightly pushing his face away as he pouted. “I'll…stay at the circus or whatever.”
Pierrot seemed to freeze up before smiling wildly. “Really? Oh my dear you will NOT regret this!”
Using his superior reach, he ensnared me into a hug that was almost crushing…actually no. It was definitely crushing. Pierrot nuzzled into my hair, taking a big whiff which was definitely not creepy whatsoever.
“Uh- Pierrot-”
A gasp forced its way out of my lungs. I tapped his shoulder in an attempt to wriggle free. Pierrot immediately set me back down so I was standing in my box.
“A-ah, Sorry my dear…I got too carried away.”
His flush deepened as he looked at me affectionately, his gaze softening slightly despite his excitement.
“Please, Y/N let me know if you ever need anything. I will be there. If you ever feel overwhelmed I shall step back.”
MY HEART-
This man was gonna give me emotional whiplash. PICK CREEPY OR CUTE- YOU CANT BE BOTH PIERROT!
I inhaled sharply to cool down the fire that was set in my heart before giving him a small smile. “I'll keep that in mind, thank you.”
“So shall we go now?”
“Eh?”
Pierrot chuckled softly before continuing. “To the circus. I doubt you want to stay in this alleyway, My dear.”
“Well-”
“Come on!”
“EUGH-”
Pierrot scooped me into his arms as a bridal carry, lifting me with ease out of my box and beginning to full on sprint.
“PIERROT WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?!” I practically squeaked as my hand found a fist full of his clothes.
“THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO REASON TO RUN-”
“My apologies my dear! But certain monsters hide behind every nook and cranny. Watching and waiting for you to be vulnerable.”
Pierrot spoke coldly, a small sneer sneaking onto his face before quickly shifting back into that smile.
Ah. Harlequin was nearby, probably stalking as per usual.
“Character Satisfaction: Pierrot is now level 3! Congratulations User!”
Damn. He is really easy to level up. Which meant 1,000 dollars in my back pocket! YES!
I probably could just grind his levels out and then rent an apartment at this rate-
“Character Satisfaction: Harlequin has decreased to Level 0! Be careful user~”
WHAT?! Does that take away points?!
“Yup. Point balance is now 50,000.”
“Shit-!”
The curse slipped from under my breath, luckily disguised by his rapid footsteps weaving through the back roads and alleys. The route he took and the way he moved ensured no human eyes would dare lay on us, nor would Harlequin’s.
It's kinda scary how easy he was able to kidnap me.
No matter. I couldn't afford for Harlequin to hate me, lest he gets mad at Pierrot and decides my head is the way to get back at him!
“Put me down-! I can walk, er- run on my own!”
The words came out in a yelp as Pierrot immediately came to a slow trot. “It is alright, My dear! We are here!”
ALREADY?!
“A-ah. I see.”
I cleared my throat before I turned my head.
Holy shit.
The game did not do the circus justice. It was a grand affair despite not being open just yet. Lights danced around as Pierrot strode between the various tents and attractions. Hell, there was even a Ferris wheel! Where was that in the game?! (no shade towards Neko or the team!!! Love ya guys)
The air smelt near heavenly with the preparations of the treats for the next few days, though tinted with the small scent of iron…which I didn't even want to know what was causing it.
Oh yeah, Pierrot was still carrying me.
“Could you put me down please?” I repeated to the clown. His golden eyes dilated slightly in another attempt at puppy eyes. But I was no fool!
Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me!
“Pierrot.” My tone was much more stern. A more ..not-so-subtle command rather than a polite ask.
He gave a warm smile despite letting out a small sigh of disappointment. “Very well, my dear. Please, remain close. You cannot be spotted by the others.”
His voice carried out a warning.
Right. Couldn't let Jester or the Ticket taker see me…I did NOT want to deal with that when I had to juggle Harlequin and Pierrot.
“Got it.” I nodded as my feet met the soft earth. “Lead the way, good sir.”
Pierrot let out a giddy hum, now walking at a much slower pace so that I could keep up.
Harlequin was probably still watching from afar, from where? I didn't know. But I needed to somehow balance the scales a bit.
“In here, My dear!” The monster pulled back the crimson fabric of his tent, letting me inside.
This was probably his private area, separate from that of his performing one. Which meant I would end up sleeping in the same area as him.
Damn. Was really hoping for a private- WAIT A SECOND HE’S A SIMP-
“Am I sleeping in here..?” I nonchalantly ask, looking around. I had to put up an award-winning act here.
Pierrot nodded, pulling back another layer of fabric to reveal his humble chambers. It was relatively simple with hanging fairy lights and what looked to be a large mound of pillows and blankets.
…was that supposed to be a bed under there?
“If you wouldn’t mind, My dear.” He giddily smiled. “There aren't many other places I could think of-” bullshit “-that would be hidden and comfortable.”
Fuck he had a good point…how was I gonna stay hidden?!
It was either risk it for the biscuit with Ticket Taker and Jester, or share a room with Pierrot and piss off Harlequin.
…I'm gonna take my chances.
“I'm not entirely comfortable sharing a space with someone I just met.” I began, looking around before meeting his gaze. “Is there another section of the tent or another tent …?”
Pierrot visibly wilted, just a tiny bit, as the question left my mouth. But he nonetheless hummed. “There's a tent we use just for storage, the white one just outside. Would that be okay?”
He tilted his head, a small smile on his face.
That should be able to work.
“Fine by me.” I shrug before letting a small smile creep over my face. “Thank you.”
Pierrot’s mask face thingy grinned wildly, a hot red flush spreading across his cheeks with ease. “Of course my dear! Let me bring you some pillows and blankets-”
-
A chill ran down my spine as my eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the dim light flowing in through the thin white fabric of the tent.
With a small groan, I sat up in the makeshift bed. It felt like I had just ran a marathon as there was a cold sweat all over my back. Plus there was a weird taste in my mouth that I would rather NOT think about.
I needed a shower.
With a small yawn, I rose. Maybe Pierrot has some idea where I could bathe…especially since I hadn't in a day or two. Plus, I would rather not smell like a dead rat.
I slowly pulled the white fabric of the tent to the side, peering outside.
Good. No one was around.
I took a few steps out, squinting as the bright sunlight hit my eyes.
“Ah-! Good morning my dear!”
OMGHOLYSHIT-
One foot went over the other as the world tilted. My heart thumped out of my chest as I stumbled backward, nearly falling before Pierrot's hand found the small of my back.
The touch was grounding and literally saving.
“Careful! Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you-”
He nervously spoke as he pulled me back to a stable standing position.
“It's fine.” I quickly took a small step forward to stand on my own. “You move pretty silently for a guy covered in bells.”
He merely gave a small smile at that.
A creepily cute one.
WAIT NO-
“Oh? Is someone finally giving into the game?”
NO. SHUSH V.E.E.
I shook my head before getting back on track. “Is there a shower or a bath around here?”
“Unfortunately we use the nearby bathhouse, I could show you the way if you'd like?” Pierrot moved to stand a bit closer as he eagerly waited for my response.
“Uh, Yeah. That would be great.”
He giddily grinned deeper as he took my hand, just about to guide me through the hidden corners of the circus.
“Where is Pierrot?”
Wait…Jester? But the circus wasn't even open yet- was my staying here affecting the event order?
Pierrot immediately froze, a small frown crossing his features as he turned to me swiftly.
“I'm sorry my dear, I can't take you–” He quickly looked around before hurriedly pulling me behind some crates. “Remain out of sight. The others cannot see you.”
Judging by his tone, he was super worried. But he didn't know what I knew.
I had to keep it that way.
“Oh- okay.” I mumbled out, feigning ignorance.
Pierrot looked around again before turning me around and pointing his clawed hand towards the streets hidden behind some more tents.
“Take that street and take a left. The bathhouse is that way…I'll meet you when I can.”
“Er- Bye.” I gave a quick nod as he pouted, giving a small glance to where Jester’s voice originated.
Man he was so much cuter in real life…
Pierrot brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face before disappearing behind a tent and out of sight, nowhere to be seen.
Geeze, I keep forgetting how stealthily they move…
Right. Now the hard part.
My eyes traveled around the corner. How to sneakily do this? No one was in sight, but I couldn't risk running.
No, one had to be delicate and strategic.
I carefully came out from the corner a few paces before sneaking over behind some other crates like some maniac attempting to play spy.
Which was a bit pathetic on my part, I'll admit.
Okay, almost there!
By some luck of whatever God was watching over me, I managed to get all the way to the street without getting spotted! Progress!
I ducted under the rope fence, stumbling slightly as I nonchalantly merged with the crowd.
Let's GOOOO!
…wait, where was the bathhouse?
I stopped in my tracks. Shit- I couldn't remember any of the directions Pierrot gave me!
Not good. I couldn't go to the Cafe looking and smelling like the back-end of a horse. Maybe I could ask someone…?
“Are you lost, little one?”
🎭 A/N: Whew! Made it! Anyway, TAGLIST: @that-dumb-bitch @adzuerebus
Thank you guys for all the love to Life is a Show! I am working on the next chapter now that you all have made your choice~
Also! In the meantime have some more wonderful memes from @adzuerebus, I'm probably gonna end up starting a dedicated meme section if you guys wanna send some of the funny fun stuff in, I shall credit the creators ofc :3
🎭 “Character Satisfaction: Pierrot is now level 2! Congratulations User!”
LIFE IS A SHOW CONT.
🎭 A/N: welp. I think i got possessed by this fic. I’m having a blast writing it! Anywho, I found a new brush and felt a bit lazy to do a proper meme LMAO. So you guys get a doodle I did this morning :> As always, this does contain swearing! And a tag list is now active! (I finally figured it out heheheh)
Day 0/ Chapter 1 here!
Day 1/ Chapter 2 here!
Day 1.5
“Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past and I'm homebound-”
I hummed moreso to myself as I strode down the street side.
Every now and then, I would turn around. Keeping an eye out for Pierrot was the biggest priority as he had a tendency to…follow close behind, and I didn't necessarily want him to find out I was homeless.
That would give him WAY too many opportunities.
In the meantime, I needed to make it to that cafe….wait. What was it called?
I shook my head. I don't think it was ever mentioned in the game…so I would probably be on my own.
Maybe V.E.E. would know? Nah, judging by her on and off input she wouldn’t tell me shit.
I sighed, continuing forth as my footsteps quickened amongst the many around me. It was gonna be difficult to hear him move around…but no way could I miss a over 6 foot tall monster now could I?
My eyes flicked back, scanning the alleyways I passed and any possible hiding spots he could somehow cram himself into. I don't think he followed the main character on the first day. Then again, he did show up in the cafe windows during that scene.
Ugh. What a pain in the ass…
A few people walked past me, pushing a building door open with a soft jingle of the bell.
I turn slightly, watching them enter. Was that it? I took a few steps back. From the outside at least, it was basically the same cafe the main character worked at. This had to be it.
Upon entering, the scent of coffee hit my nostrils immediately. God it never smelt so good..
Growwlll…
I swallowed hard before the rumbling catching my attention. Shit, when was the last time I ate?
My gaze landed on a roll another customer was having- causing me to basically froth at the mouth with saliva.
I needed food.
I slid onto a stool at the counter, watching Carol serve customers here and there. I never exactly saw her outside that one scene where the main character ran into her at the circus. She wasn't missing just yet…maybe I could help her? From what I remember, she was described as an incredibly responsible person with family issues. She didn't deserve what happened to her.
“How can I help you?”
I glance from Carol to the person addressing me. Wait …the main character!
“Ah- hello.” I greeted, straightening immediately from my shrimp posture. “I’ll take a roll please.”
“Alright- coming right up!” They hummed, turning on their heels as I fixated on their back. How to play this …? The main character was polite enough to listen to me, but I didn't want them to zone out.
The plate was set in front of me, the sweet aroma filling my senses. The glaze dripped off the pastry onto the glass which somehow gave it a more appealing look.
“Thank you.” I murmured out, quickly picking it up and scarfing it down.
I could die a second time and be happy.
“W-woah! Slow down there- you might choke!” The main character stuttered out. Only then I realized I had unhinged my jaw like some kind of snake and finished it in less than a minute.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. Maybe I can get pity points…?
“Ah, sorry. It's been a hot second since I ate anything…”
The main character gave an awkward frown. “I'm sorry to hear that. I hope it gets better for you!”
I gave a nervous chuckle, running my hand on the back of my neck. “Thanks…I appreciate it.”
The main character turned to walk away.
“Erm- wait!” I quickly blurted out, causing them to face me.
“Could I have water too?”
They nodded with a smile. “Got it!”
I exhaled, counting how much this would run me money wise.
Should I let Carol go missing?
I pause at the thought. If she didn't, maybe they wouldn't hire anyone new. I would remain jobless…but even if I did, what guaranteed me anything?
As if on cue, the glass clinked down in front of me.
Carol was quiet, but respectful as she spoke. “Your water. Sorry for the wait, but my coworker had to talk to our boss.”
“Ah, it's no big deal.” I warmly replied, taking the water and sipping it. I could cry. I didn't even notice how dry my throat was from the stress of yesterday and this morning's surprise event.
“I really appreciate it, thank you for all you do.”
Carol nodded. The corners of her lips quirked upward slightly as she turned to continue her work.
A pang of guilt settled neatly in my gut. Was I really counting on this poor girl to suffer just so I could benefit?
The tip of my finger paused on the edge of the glass.
No. I wouldn't let her go missing. I couldn't let that happen to another person, even if it screwed up everything a bit more.
But I would rather be homeless and suffering than letting an innocent person become a mindless slave.
“Excuse me miss?” I caught Carol's attention. “Are you guys hiring by any chance? Any position?”
She thought for a moment. “Let me go ask.”
“Character Satisfaction: Pierrot is now level 2! Congratulations User! Your point balance is now 50,000.”
WHAT?!
I jerk up from my relaxed position, eyes scanning frantically around at the windows. I only got him to level one when I helped him! How was he level 2?! He had to be watching me.
But alas, I saw nothing.
This was NOT good- V.E.E. please tell me there's a way to track character location!
“Unfortunately, there isn't.”
With a huff I took another sip of water. If Pierrot was truly here and watching- I couldn't stay for long.
But, I needed this job. So I shall bear it like the royalty I am.
Carol returned shortly after. “We are hiring. Did you want to fill out an application?”
Oh sweet heaven Carol I was gonna kiss you.
I swiftly nodded. “Mhm! I would love that.”
She reached under the counter and slid a paper over to me. I graciously took the pen that this angel offered and began to fill it out.
After a moment, I handed the application to Carol before slipping in double 20s.
She looked at me with a raised eyebrow before I elaborated. “A tip, for both you and your coworker. Have a great day.”
I hopped off the stool, making my way out of the cafe with a wave.
Okay. New plan! Save Carol from becoming a fool is a go!
Buuutttt not before getting a room with the points I exchanged for money! Not to mention having the unwanted 50k points in the back of my pocket too.
Maybe I wasn't screwed after all!
-
“What do you mean all booked?!” I exclaim, slamming my hands on the desk in pure shock.
I had been to 6 different hotels and even a few motels! How the hell were they all fucking booked?!
The poor clerk nervously shrugged. “I'm sorry, but everything's booked out for the circus! It's becoming quite the sensation you know.”
Of course it was for the fucking circus.
I took a deep breath. This was fine. Everything was fine.
“Thank you for your time.” I briskly spoke.
The hotel doors slammed behind me as I let out a groan. This had literally taken me all day and for what?! I was left on the streets for another fuckin night.
With a small hiss, I snapped into the night. “STUPID CIRCUS!”
I exhaled, the h/c strands falling onto my shoulder as I began to fondle the edges. My palms were clammy, and it was getting a bit hard to breathe.
Calm down. Don't panic. You survived one night out here, you can do it again.
I began to retrace every step I took to find the box from last night, even passing by the now closed cafe on my way.
A small, distant melody sang through the air.
I rose my head, looking out to the park. A pink tent was now completely set up right beside a purple and black tent. They were probably finishing setting up the music and outdoor stalls today and working on the other tents tomorrow.
Which meant after tomorrow, they would be open.
I needed to figure out how to prevent Carol from grabbing that pink ticket.
The night settled in fully now, the air growing chilly. My senses were sharp in the quiet. I was able to hear the subtle movements of the rats and others still out and about.
Wait.
I came to a full stop. My eyes fixed on the alleyway where I had been staying. There was a silhouette there, tall. But undiscernible in this light. I didn't see any other homeless people around either.
My eye twitched. I didn't need this right now.
Whoever was there was gonna get a piece of my mind-!
I continued on, hooking around the corner and opening my mouth to speak before the words died in my throat.
“Why hello there~!”
Harlequin giggled with a wave. “I thought you would return here.”
…
I whip around and go the opposite direction.
“Oho? How rude!”
“Leave me alone!” I growled out before pausing.
Was I really gonna let him dictate what I did? That's how he got what he wanted in the game right?
Harlequin raised an eyebrow as he positioned himself in front of me with a tilt of his head.
“What's the matter? Changing your mind? Am I that enamoring to you?”
I straighten, looking him right in the eyes. “Nothing is wrong. You simply caught me off guard, considering how you appear out of nowhere.”
Harlequin was a bit taken aback by my tone before chuckling. “My apologies then. I didn't mean to frighten you~ You were simply so…”
He trailed off. “...Interesting.”
Of course he said it like an insult.
“You should be sorry.”
“Hm?”
I crossed my arms as I took a step forward. I was definitely scared when I first arrived. But, now? I had some idea of what was going on.
And no way was I gonna let him get his way.
“You were rude. You kicked me out of my box and stalked me. And now you show up to what? Chit chat?” I spoke calmly, noticing him take a small step back. “Like you didn't do anything?”
“Well, why can't I?” He hummed in response. “I was merely curious.”
“That's not an excuse. You don't stalk people like it's a normal everyday hobby.”
He frowned, his emerald eyes unwavering from my own. “What's got you in such a pissy mood, hm?”
“No. You don't get to change the subject.” I icily responded. “Not until you tell me your name and why you came back.”
I already knew his name. But V.E.E.’s warning echoed in the back of my mind.
“If you are found out about not being of this world, you'll automatically fail the game.”
I had to cover all my bases.
Harlequin scanned my face as if searching for something before he scoffed and straightened.
“What a killjoy…” He mumbled as if I couldn't hear him. “I suppose I can answer, since you're oh so curious about me~”
Well, he knew how to bounce back.
I shifted my weight, popping an eyebrow upward as I waited for him to respond.
“The name is Harlequin, charmed I'm sure.” Harlequin mischievously smiled as he winked. “As for why I returned…Let's just say I had an awfully boring day and wanted to continue our chat.”
I opened my mouth to speak before he interrupted me.
“Now, now Dear one, I gave you my answer, I want to hear yours~”
Harlequin slid closer, gaining back whatever ground he lost as a small chill ran up my spine.
This bitch…but I guess I did owe him that.
“I had a rough day. That's all you need to know.”
“Awh, how boring. No details? No…spice?”
His tone turned downright sultry. Too much so. Harlequin circled me as he traced a claw along my shoulders. This man really needed to learn boundaries…
“Hah. As if I would give you any.” I shot back, nudging his claws away. “You don't get anything until I get a real apology.”
Yeahhh that's right. Scare him away with his insecurities! HAH!
Harlequin frowned once more. “And what do you consider a real apology, hm? Do you expect flowers? A whole, shaking, sobbing mess quivering at your feet?”
“How about a ‘I’m sorry for stalking you and kicking your box, I won't do it again and I'll respect your wishes.’”
“Hmph.” He leaned back, giving me a bit of space. “I'm sorry for stalking you and kicking your box.”
His tone was flat as he flashed that cynical grin.
Okay. I was done with this guy. V.E.E., was this a scripted event?
“It is not.”
Great. I'm leaving.
“Goodnight Harlequin.” I spoke curtly, making him stiffen as I entered the alleyway and set my box upright.
“That's it? Dear one, isn't it rude to leave someone mid conversation?”
“It isn't. Especially when he is refusing to take my wishes seriously. Now go home.”
I huffed as I slumped in my box.
I could hear him scoff, lingering before eventually leaving…at least that's what I thought until more footsteps approached.
“I told you to-”
I rose my head up over the edge of my box before I trailed off.
“P….” I stopped myself before correcting. “It's you.”
I was honestly exhausted. It definitely wasn't a good thing that he AND Harlequin found out where my abode was. But…I just wanted today to be over at this point.
Pierrot smiled down at me before looking around, somewhat confused. Maybe he was expecting more from me?
“I know. It's a crappy place huh?”
I grumbled, fixating on the cardboard wall beside me.
“...Are you alright, My dear?”
Huh?
I glanced up at Pierrot, a bit surprised he spoke. “Uh, yeah. Just tired…you're talking now?”
My position shifted slightly as I stood, making sure to keep an eye on him as I moved.
He nodded. “I can't be seen talking.”
Well, I knew that. “Part of the act huh?”
I narrowed my eyes slightly, catching a glimpse of a bleeding wound from his forehead. Oh yeah…he hurt himself. This was supposed to take place in the cafe- but why here? Why after I already met Harlequin?
Too many questions. Not enough brain power…and I was already too far into this to backtrack into the safety zone. I needed to take risks so I could get enough points for that apartment!
“Here, let me help you with that cut.”
I murmur, using my sleeve to wipe off the blood. It wasn't like I had anything else to use…
“Sorry. I don't have anything else.”
Pierrot merely let out a noise concerningly close to a purr before I pulled away. He smiled brightly at me as he returned to his full stature.
“It is alright, my dear. I don't mind.” He chuckled lightly. “I sincerely appreciate all your help- I'm the Pierrot, nice to meet you!”
“I'm…” Do I give him my name? It would be too much information-
Wait. How did he find me?! I was sure no one was following me-
Ah shit. If he knew where I was, then he already knew my name right?
“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too.”
I softly spoke before he continued.
“The pleasure is all mine. And If I may ask, My dear…” He looked around, a small glint of concern in his golden eyes. “Why are you alone in an alleyway at night? In a box no less.”
I sucked in a harsh breath through my teeth. Awkward, awkward awkward- I couldn't let him find out!
“It's just a hobby of mine. Don't worry about it.”
Pierrot hummed slightly before leaning down, catching my gaze flicking to the side slightly.
“It's quite a dangerous hobby! Are you sure?” He smiled gently, as if coaxing the truth out of me.
“I….I'm between places at the moment.”
Wait. SHIT-
He froze, a hand coming up to his mouth.
He had to be hiding a smile.
“Oh! Well that wouldn't do, my dear. Please, you can stay with me! It's dangerous out here!”
Pierrot jumped at the chance, a warm smile etched onto that mask as his golden eyes danced around me.
“It's the least I could do after you saved me.”
“N-no! It's alright. I couldn't possibly…”
I waved my hands, a nervous sweat dripping along my forehead. I could NOT stay at the circus. Nope. That would throw EVERYTHING I have done to protect myself out the window! It was already bad enough I caught their attention-
Pierrot grasped my hands. “Please! I insist.”
His eyes widened as his pupils dilated. Oh no.
He was giving me puppy eyes. Which were adorable in the game- but in real life? I swear to God it made my heart physically squeeze.
“I…” Stay strong Y/N! Fight the urges–
“I…”
What should I do?!
What should you do User~?
Fuck this shit I’m out-
Too far in now…might as well accept.
I like my box. Box is box. B o x. Idc I just want my box.
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LIFE IS A SHOW CONT.
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Day 0/ Chapter 1 here!
DAY ONE
I shoved my hands into my pockets- ignoring the distant tents being set up in the park I woke up in. They already had fools walking around and handing out flyers, though not very many. Maybe one or two walked up to me before I brushed them off.
They weren't open for business just yet. But I still couldn't take the risk.
Nevermind. Now, I had a sudden interview and a savior complex with my name on it!
The plan was to swoop in and begin spending time at the cafe, building a rapport with the main character and the boss. Then I would wait for when he was doing interviews and steal that job~!
The good news was I had my wallet in my pocket with some cash to get started. But unless I had thousands of cash, I wouldn't be getting an apartment anytime soon. Which means box for a little while longer….
Was there seriously no way V.E.E could give me some cash?? Or a place to stay? They were a divine assistant or whatever.
Didja hear me V.E.E?! WHERE ARE MY APARTMENT FUNDS HUH?!
“Everyone has to start from somewhere, and you get to start from zero!”
I click my teeth, pulling the hood of my hoodie over my messy locks. I had tried to keep my appearance relatively clean and nice, but that was kinda hard without certain things.
That crimson interface popped up out of nowhere. My footsteps came to a slow stop as I glanced down.
“What now…?” I whispered out. Could people even see V.E.E?
“First off. No, people cannot see or hear me unless I permit it. And second, a scripted event is about to occur.” The companion hummed as the words flicked over the interface. “Due to your reaction to the previous event. I decided to alert you, User.”
I looked around, making sure no one was looking before continuing onward. Right. I had to communicate with thoughts.
So, What event did you have in store for me V.E.E.?
Everything was relatively…normal. As normal as you can get as a homeless person with no clue of what to do, kinda.
The cool winter breeze swished by in the early morning air.
I shivered, bringing my hoodie further over my shoulders. I couldn't even get a better jacket…
A sniffle escaped me as I raised my head. And suddenly my vision went dark. My hand shot up and removed the paper that had smacked into my face, glancing down at the flyer. I let out a small annoyed grumble.
“...a freak circus of horrors?”
Wait. No-
I raised an eyebrow, carefully reading the details. No way this was happening this early. Carol hadn't even gone missing yet!
I crumpled up the paper, tossing it and continuing to walk. Like hell, that could go to to the netherworld and-
My thoughts were interrupted by a commotion up the street. A small frown etching on my face. What looked to be a clown…or something…was hit to the ground.
Oh no.
“Get outta here, freak!” The stranger spat, the clown on the floor looking like a sopping wet kitten.
FUCK NO-
He noticed me come over out of the corner of his eye, but ignored me as he raised his broom and brought it down harshly across Pierrot's face.
THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN?! AND WHY DID THE STRANGER HAVE A BROOM THIS TIME?!
Shit- what do I do? I couldn't let him get his ass tossed like a salad! And he looked so beaten…
“Better do something user~! Or else ya lose points.”
WHAT POINTS?!
My eyes flicked around urgently, hoping to see the main character. They could do something right?! Something so I don't have to deal with a stalker?!
“You don't have enough points to-”
Again, WHAT POINTS?!
Time seemed to stop for a split moment, a small hum radiating from the air around me before the red screen popped up.
“My apologies for not explaining. I figured you were going through a lot and-”
“Did you just pause time?!” My hands flew out, gesturing to the figures frozen before us. “Where was this earlier?! Y'know, with Harlequin!”
“Calm down, User.”
I inhaled deeply. “Fine. Carry on.”
“Ahem, as I was saying, I didn't want to overwhelm you.” She continued. “As for why I couldn't pause previously, I cannot interrupt a scripted event once it has begun. Luckily, you have not started the event.”
That made MUCH more sense. I cleared my throat, fixating on the interface instead of Pierrot on the concrete of the sidewalk. “Okay, then what about the points?”
“Points essentially allow you to unlock skills. Even being able to completely alter a scripted event.”
I pause.
“What do you mean by altering events?”
“You can walk away and accomplish nothing, essentially skipping the event without point loss.”
Okay. Cool. I totally understood that.
“Then what about skills?”
“You can learn new…talents temporarily. Like being able to dance or sing for a song.”
“Does it transfer to fighting?”
“Yes.”
So theoretically, if I rack up points I could defend myself against these monsters! I could decently throw hands on my own, but divine intervention when it came to these clowns would be greatly needed. Wait, if it could do that then-
“Can I use points to get money?!”
“Yes but-”
“Say no more. Unpause!” I smiled, cracking my knuckles.
“Wait-”
“Unpause!”
V.E.E seemed to let out a groan before time seemed to resume, shooting me back to observing Pierrot getting abused by a broom.
I ran over, catching the cleaning utensil in my hand as the stranger went to hit him again…which hurt like a bitch.
It stung, like a burning sensation of a thousand needles stretching across my palm.
I gripped harder.
The stranger tensed, trying to yank away the broom.
“Leave him alone-!”
With a jerk of my hand, I swiped it from the stranger’s hands before swatting him in the side with the bristled end.
I needed to blow off some steam because a certain companion wasn't being very empathetic despite her name. And unfortunately she didn't have a physical body.
“Hey-!”
“It- doesn't- feel- good- now- DOES IT?!” I growled out. “How does it feel to be punished for nothing huh?!” Maybe a teeny tiny part of me was expressing my unbridled rage at this whole situation.
“GAH! Stop it, stop it!” The abuser raised his hands in defense, the commotion causing a small crowd to form. Whispers passed through the crowd as they watched the jerk get a taste of his own medicine.
I hummed, satisfied. I had to have earned some points from that! Which meant cold hard cash!
So, V.E.E., how many points did I gain?
“100.” She responded.
So a hundred dollars?
“1 dollar.”
Wait, what?
No way I would only get a single, sad, dollar from that! I went to turn, hoping to find the interface so I could spit some venom.
Unfortunately however, I was instead greeted with Pierrot staring right back at me with those golden eyes.
….ffffuuuucckkkk.
His pupils dilated slightly, making sure to memorize every inch of my face.
I cleared my throat, stepping back and taking a breath. “So, er- ”
The words came out a bit raspy and cracked, a cool pit of unease settling in my gut. This was NOT good. He was supposed to fall in love with the main character- not me!
He tilted his head as I glanced away. Ugh, this couldn't get any worse! But I had to admit…he was kinda cute.
NO. Can't think of that! Not when falling for him would bring possible death and a whole slew of crimes into my life!
That's what I thought until a silhouette passed by in the crowd, their bald head gleaming in the sun.
….no way was that the main character.
But judging by the uniform…it was.
Maybe I can still save this-
I took a few steps towards her before V.E.E. popped up with a giant >:( .
“You cannot leave the area of a scripted event. You do not have enough points.”
“But-” I peaked past the interface, trying to spot the main character once again before they faded away into the crowd.
Annndddd I lost track of them. Great.
I return my attention to Pierrot, who was still on the ground. I should really just walk away…
“Increasing Character satisfaction does earn you more points, by the way.”
But does it really matter if I only get a dollar per hundred points?
“Character Satisfaction will earn you 50,000 points per level.”
Wait.
I quietly ran the numbers in my head. That was like, 500 bucks! Which wasn't a lot, but enough for at least a short stay at a cheap hotel.
So, I turned my brain hesitantly back on and extended my hand to Pierrot.
“You alright?” I mumble out, averting my gaze. Best play it as distant as possible. Maybe figure out how to throw him off my scent and fall for someone else.
Pierrot glanced at my hand before grinning and taking it. His face became flushed as he met my gaze. His weight shifted as he straightened with a curt nod.
Damn, I knew he was tall but this was a whole different level.
Like, the game severely underestimated the height difference here. I had to break my neck just to look up at him and meet his eyes.
He was bruised on his cheek…just like in the game. Unfortunately for him though, I didn't have a bandage to lovingly set on his cheek.
“Good…”. I coughed after a moment. God this couldn't get any more awkward. My hand slipped into my pocket, trying to find something to do other than stand still.
Wait…what was in my-
I stealthily glanced down at my palm…where a neon pink bandaid waited for me.
“You’re welcome~!”
…
Pierrot followed my gaze to the bandaid before pointing to his cheek with a tilt of his head.
Was he asking for me to treat it?
Shit. I can't avoid it without looking like a dick…
So, I exhaled and undid the bandaid. “Squat down, I’ll put it on for ya.”
He did as he was told, leaning down. I set it onto his cheek. My thumb swiped over the small piece of gauze before withdrawing.
“There. All better. I'll, uh, see you around.”
Not. I was gonna relocate my sleeping arrangements to someplace FAR from that circus. No way he could figure out ANYTHING about me when there was no record of me in this world!
Pivoting on my heel, I spinned and began to speed walk. Leaving Pierrot standing there to watch me run off.
I didn't turn. I didn't need to. I knew those golden eyes were just going to burn themselves back into my own. He already knew what I looked like…
I was genuinely fucked.
Wait… Why did this event happen early? Neither me or the Main Character were supposed to meet Pierrot until 2 days from now!
“The timeline has been slightly adjusted for your experience.”
Well. Change it back.
“I do as I please to make sure you gain points and character satisfaction. My job is to make sure you accomplish something in this life that you didn't before.”
Like what?
V.E.E left me pondering in silence as I kept moving. Whatever. Might be some secret quest or whatnot…did isekais even have that?
I shook my head. I had more important things to worry about.
So, My 501 bucks please?
Met with more silence, I groaned. Did I seriously screw up my plan just for noTHIN-!
I stumbled over myself, face planting in the concrete with a yelp. I pushed myself up with a small hiss before I met eyes with a stray wallet.
I swiped it as I got to my feet, popping it open.
Holy shit, there was roughly 500 dollars in here.
I smirk, shoving it into my pocket before continuing on my path. Time to get to step 1 of surviving here.
Getting that job at the cafe.
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🎭 Credit to @adzuerebus for this beautiful work. Also day 1.5/ chapter 3 here!
🎭 “Welcome User! You died. And were brought back. Having achieved basically nothing in your life- We decided to put you into a world of your preferences~! Survive, Or don’t. Your choice~”
Life is a Show is my ongoing fic! It will have a main plot at first, then will have one shots later on if I so choose. All characters will be involved! Fair warning: It is gender neutral for the most part but will lean more towards the feminine side.
🎭 A/N: This part is pretty chill for the most part, mainly an introduction to the kind of Y/N I’m leaning towards and to the setting I threw them in. It does contain swearing, but other than that my lovely readers, you are all set! I will include tags in later on parts as I see fit :> Enjoy!
DAY ZERO
Cold…
It was too cold-!
My eyes shot open to the feeling of a cool breeze against my skin, shooting goosebumps up my arms and neck before I fully sat up.
What.
The.
FUCK?!
Instead of finding myself in my humble and lovely dwelling…I found myself sitting on blades of grass in place of a mattress and pillows. The moon and night sky took place on the roof above my head.
Was I in a park?!
I look around frantically, I was still in my comfy day clothes…which didn't explain why the fuck it was night.
Just…what was going on?!
“Calm down, User.”
What.
My eyes immediately found a place in front of me, where a small, tablet sized, screen lay. If you could call it a screen anyway, more like a tiny holographic sci-fi -
“Wow. Could you think any louder?”
“EH-?!”
This thing can read my thoughts?!
“Okay, now you're just being rude.”
The little screen whirled to my face. An angry emoticon right there to greet my eyes.
“Listen well, User, I am your Virtual Empathetic E-companion. You may also call me V.E.E.”
“V.E.E? Wait- what is even-”
“Let me finish.” The Interface snapped before clearing her throat…if she had one.
“You died. And were brought back. Having achieved basically nothing in your life- We decided to put you into a world of your preferences. I am your divine assistant, or virtual companion depending on how you want to see it.”
“...Wha-”
“IM NOT DONE.” The emoticon somehow frowned deeper. “If you wish to return to your old life, you must survive and play out the game.”
“WOULDJA LET ME TALK?!” I snapped, exasperated. I had too many questions, and this thing was gonna answer em. In terms I can actually understand.
“So, you're saying I got Isekaied?” I sighed. How the hell did I even die?! And what world did I get put into?!
“Yes.” V.E.E responded coolly before continuing and answering the questions I had thought moments earlier. “You got hit by a train, and You were put into the world we deemed you most interested in…seeing as you were crazy about playing the game.”
“Wait wait-“ I held up a hand to shush the system. “Hit by a train? Last thing I remember was getting home from work and collapsing into bed!”
“I dunno what to tell ya, Death had a hit list and you were on it.”
“How?! I wasn’t even outside!”
“A train derailed and slammed into your apartment.”
“….I died, because a train somehow derailed and hit my apartment specifically?”
“Yes.”
“This can’t be real. That's bullshit!” I snapped. “Put me back. Now.”
“No can do, User. Like I said, to return you must survive and live out this life.”
I stared at this scammer. This had to be a dream. But wait— it might not even be that bad right?
“So what world?” I finally got up, narrowing my eyes at V.E.E.
“The Freak Circus.”
“...” I stared long and hard at this thing. I played PLENTY of visual novels and watched years of animes. And I got isekaied into the freak circus?!
I want to say it could be worse. But it's kinda hard to look at the bright side WHEN I GOT PUT INTO A FUCKING-
“CHILL OUT.”
A force slapped me straight across the face.
Everything was fine. Totally. 100% fine.
“I have good news and bad news.”
“OH COME ON!” I groaned, flopping back onto the grass and staring at the sky. Wait, why was I even in a park and not-
“Bad news is we couldn't successfully transfer you into the Main Character. So you're homeless. Good news is you have free will and don't need to adhere to a script.”
“Yay…..” I grumble. Nothing makes sense anymore. Shoulda stayed dead at this point. “So where the hell am I gonna sleep?”
“I found a box while you were unconscious?”
“...you're kidding?”
V.E.E was not in fact kidding.
A mere 20 minutes later, I found myself in an alleyway in a dusty box amongst litter. Luckily, if you could call it lucky, I had a thick jacket on to fight the cold so it wasn't too bad.
What was I kidding? This was the worst. I was in a box in a creepy alleyway in a brand new world with yandere monsters and sexual predator clowns.
Calm down.
I've read a fair share of fanfics, played the game THOUSANDS of times too. The characters were hot as hell, but never something I imagined facing in real life. I could use what I learned from those to make it through this!
As long as I avoid the circus, I'll be fine.
Right?
Okay. Plan. Might as well make a plan…who knows what point of the story I was at anyway?
“V.E.E..?” My voice came out much softer than I expected. It was probably the mental exhaustion talking.
This time, no interface appeared.
“How can I help you, User? More questions?”
The voice echoed through my skull, as if it were one of my own thoughts.
I opened my mouth to speak before pausing. She could read my thoughts, so why would I even need to speak out loud?
What day am I on, timeline wise?
“1 day before the circus arrived, the main character hasn't met Pierrot.”
So I got a day?
V.E.E didn't respond. So I was once again left to my own thoughts. Some empathetic companion she was.
The silence settled in once again.
…How was I gonna do this?
I need money, first off. And then a job and a good place to stay. Carol goes missing in 3 days. That means I can yoink that job at the cafe and try to make a living that way. Not the best method and I would rather NOT work at the cafe the clowns will soon frequent, but it was the best idea I got. Hopefully it will work out.
“How am I even supposed to ‘live out this life…?’”
CRASH!
I leapt out of my skin, my head getting whiplash from how hard I turned. I peaked out of my box…noticing a long silhouette stride past in a single motion.
My jaw dropped.
That vomit green outfit, the cape and the soft black curls? That had to be Harlequin.
I clapped a hand over my mouth as the clown's head turned, emerald eyes flicking over my box as I ducked under the edge. Shit- I was not dying this early. I didn’t even know if I had plot armor!
“You don’t.”
SHUT THE FUCK UP! Not the time V.E.E.
I could hear his claws scraping the concrete idly before a small squeak sounded, signaling the end of a rat. Was he bored? Why feel the need to-
“I can feel your heart racing, y’know~”
Well you might as well plan my funeral AGAIN. No way could I take a monster…in a fight.
ANYWAY, V.E.E. Now would be a great time to pause and help me out huh?
“Nope. You are on your own~! This is a scripted event and cannot be avoided.”
HOW THE FUCK WAS THIS A SCRIPTED EVENT?! This didn’t even happen in the base game-!
The box shifted and I could feel the temperature drop. A shadow drooped over where I curled up.
Welp. Nice knowing ya V.E.E.
“Why are you in a box, hm? You don’t see that everyday.”
Harlequin smirked, shimmering sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight before he kicked the box over. I tumbled out with a small grunt, gritting my teeth before the situation kicked my body into high gear.
“What do you want?!” I hissed, sitting up so I could at least book it if need be. Though I doubt it’ll do much against him.
Harlequin barked a laugh, his claws finding a place on each side of his hips. “You piqued my interest.”
He slowly began to approach. Each step was eerily silent before he squatted down to meet me at eye level.
“You see, I don’t think people talk to themselves in a park at 3am and sit in a box for…I don’t know, 20 minutes or so?”
Oh. He saw that.
Harlequin extended a hand, gently taking some of my hair and fiddling with the texture of the different strands.
“Makes me wonder…why you're out here all alone?”
SMACK!
Harlequin immediately yanked back his hand as I smacked it. It was mainly on instinct…but goddamnit I might have just officially signed my death warrant.
“Uh…Don’t touch me. Or else.” I tried to threaten, furrowing my eyebrows.
“Or else what?” Harlequin sneered behind that smile. He took a more dangerous tone, his voice becoming sharper as his forest gaze met my own.
“I'll…uh..” I muttered out. Shit, what was I supposed to do?! What would even intimidate a 6’1 monster?!
Okay, calm down. Maybe using my game knowledge could help?
“If you are found out about not being of this world, you'll automatically fail the game.”
Or fucking not, Thanks V.E.E, really appreciate it.
“Tis’ my duty, User.”
Harlequin kept his eyes on me as I hesitated to answer, his creepy smile growing wider by the second.
“Well…? Cat got your tongue?” He replied smoothly. Was he closer than before? I couldn't tell.
“No-” Shit. Think of something! Anything!
“I'll bite you!” I blurted out, raising my hands in front of me as if Harlequin was going to strike.
….
….
Seriously Y/N? That was the best thing to escape your mouth?
Harlequin stared blankly at me before bursting out in laughter.
“You’ll bite me? Dear one, usually it's the other way around. Don’t threaten me with a good time~”
Okay. This man….thing was confusing. One moment he looked as if he was about to kill me and now he was joking?
“...You are really fucked up. Aren't you?” The words left my mouth in a judgemental hum.
“You really think so? I couldn't tell.” Harlequin chuckled slowly, reaching his claws into his cloak and pulling out a metallic sliver of paper.
Wait- He was giving me a ticket?! How the hell did I manage that?
He slid the pink colored ticket onto my lap before rising. Harlequin didn’t even give me a chance to decline as he rose to his full stature.
“Come visit~!” He waved with a soft jingle of his bells, quickly leaving the alleyway.
“W-wait- I don’t-!” I staggered to my feet, rushing after only to be greeted with an empty street and silence.
“Fuck.”
I ran a hand through my hair, walking back to my cardboard home…being the crusty dusty box.
I had a pink ticket. A life sentence into servitude. Hell to the fucking no.
The paper ripped easily in my hands as I climbed back into my box. Little did that Harlequin know, I already filed a mental restraining order on that circus.
Out of sight. Out of mind. That was the way to go. He surely wouldn’t notice if I never showed up. I was just one person in a sea of people.
Right?
For now though, I resigned myself to sleep. The minutes ticked away with every moment as the quiet settled in.
