Warnings!! Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Wendigo, Rocky gets hurt, Grace dies, Rocky feels guilt for this
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My idea - grace turns into a wendigo by eating his “me burgers”
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Rocky knocks on the front door to Grace’s home, he has another delivery of “me burgers”. He noticed Grace was running out when he was about to leave yesterday.
“Grace! Open the door, Grace!” He yells, banging on the door. He doesn’t appreciate being locked out.
Actually, why is the door locked? Grace has never locked his door. He knows that Rocky likes to enter at random times. He wouldn’t lock his door.
“Grace! Grace! Grace! Grace?!” Rocky backs up, thinking of what to do next. Grace won’t answer the door. Why won't he answer the door?
Rocky turns around to go down the steps, if Grace won’t let him in through the front door, he’ll go in through the back door.
“Grace!!” Rocky doesn’t stop yelling, he knows if he annoys Grace enough he can get him to do his bidding. And what he wants Grace to do right now, IS OPEN THAT DAMN DOOR.
But once Rocky gets to the back door, he pauses. His carapace dips down, very low to the ground. What the hell is in Grace’s house?!
“Grace..?” He asks, worried.
Rocky can hear glass shattering and furniture breaking inside. It worries him. He can’t see what’s happening. (Grace’s house in this au was made so he can have privacy.)
Rocky rolls up to the back door, beginning to tap on the glass. He’s trying his best to see, but it’s not really working.
“Grace!-” The glass suddenly shatters as Rocky is thrown back, away from the house.
Disoriented, Rocky scrambles to get away. He can now see what was breaking everything.
Grace has become a wendigo.
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“Grace, what is a wendigo?” The text-to-speech voice pipes up from the computer.
Grace pauses, looking up from his microscope.
“What? How- How do you know about those?” He questions, turning to face Rocky.
“I watched someone play a game about a wendigo.” Rocky taps his foot on the floor, a bit annoyed he has to constantly explain himself to Grace. “What is a wendigo?”
“Uh.. I’m not very versed in that topic.” Grace starts to gesture with his hands as he speaks. “But they're uhh… A human turned monster.”
“How do they turn?” Rocky’s attention is now fully on Grace.
“Cannibalism. By eating other humans.”
“Oh….”
“Yeah…”
“Will Grace turn into a wendigo?” Rocky’s carapace lowers extremely close to the ground.
“Oh!- Uhh- No! No, no, no! I don’t believe a human can turn into a wendigo if they do self cannibalism. And I really, really don’t think I’ll turn into one because of the ‘me-burgers’-” Grace begins to ramble, trying to reassure Rocky, but he’s not very sure himself. He hopes to Mary that he doesn’t turn into one.
It would be unfortunate.
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Rocky quickly stops running, pausing in the middle of his sprint for safety.
Don’t move when a wendigo is near.
He dodges an attack from WendiGrace, then stays as still as he possibly can.
WendiGrace gets uncomfortably close to the xenonite ball, his breath making the ball fog up, droll dropping from his distorted mouth, getting the ball wet. Rocky has to resist the urge to shake his ball to get the droll off.
WendiGrace begins to back off, looking around before sprinting back to the house. He breaks the railing to the front porch, biting into the box full of ‘me-burgers’.
Rocky takes this as an opportunity to bolt.
Just before Rocky can get to the door to escape, WendiGrace slams into him, knocking his back and into a giant rock.
Rocky begins to smoke, his xenonite ball has broken, it’s got a chip in it.
WendiGrace shoves a finger in this chip and tries to break open the xenonite, though he quickly realizes he won’t be able to do this.
“Grace!” Rocky tries to get through to Grace, even though he knows he won’t be able to.
“Grace, please!” Rocky is starting to lose consciousness, he won’t be alive much longer.
FFFUUWWWHHHHIIIIIESSSHHHHH
The doors open up, but no one is there. WendiGrace backs off once again, now focused on the open doors, hoping for food to be there.
The doors shut behind him, making it impossible for him to escape and get back to safety. And unfortunately for WendiGrace, even as a wendigo, he can’t handle the Eridian atmosphere.
The biodome starts to lose the Earth atmosphere, slowly going back to Erid atmosphere.
Rocky had long been passed out by the time the atmosphere was back to Erid standards.
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Rocky wakes up, Adrian and Eridian doctors surround him and the burnt body of WendiGrace.
“How are you feeling, my melody?” Adrian asks, nuzzling their carapace against Rocky’s.
Rocky doesn’t respond, just staring at what his best friend had turned into.
It’s all his fault.
This happened to Grace because Rocky couldn’t make human food for Grace and now he was a wendigo. All because Rocky couldn’t make food that wasn’t self-cannibalism.
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A/N: WAHHHHH I DID IT!!!!!! I WROTE AGAIN!!!!!! Let me know if there are any mistakes, I don’t beta read lol. I really love phm!!! I haven’t finished the door nor the movie, but they are so good!!! I’ll keep writing for tfc, but I’ll be shifting my focus to other fandoms too! I updated my intro post if you’d like to check out the fandoms I will write for! Btw, the video I was talking about and my inspiration for this was RTGame playing Until Dawn!!!!! Totally recommend!!!!!!!
I think I should take a break from writing for a while. My writing is going down hill because I haven't taken my meds and I should probably be taking those. So, I'll be taking a break.
Warnings! Harlequin is injured, Pierrot is getting worse, short, talking about injuries (no descriptions), author is running out of titles, let me know if I missed anything!
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“Dude, you good?” You ask a barely conscious Harlequin.
“No?! Obviously I’m not…!” He tries to yell at you, but is in too much pain too.
“What happened?” You ask, looking up at the circus’s doctor.
“Pierrot.” The Doctor responds.
And somehow, that makes perfect sense.
“Pierrot, huh? I guess he’s getting more aggressive.” You say, talking to no one in particular.
“He is, and you’re the reason why.” Ticket Taker moves to stand behind you, looking over your shoulder at Harlequin.
Pierrot has never hurt Harlequin like this before, has never gone to this extent before. His obsession with you has reached dangerous levels, deadly levels.
“Should I leave then? Would that help?” You suggest, thinking that maybe if you disappeared, Pierrot wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore. You don’t yet realize just how obsessed and dangerous Pierrot is. How far he’d go for you.
“No, you must stay. He’ll do anything to find you again, to bring you back to him. He’d probably kill us if he had too.” Jester’s words make your blood run cold. He really won’t calm down, will he?
“Oh my archons..” You mutter, looking over Harlequin’s injuries as you begin to realize just how dangerous and serious this situation is. You can’t get free from him, and if you do manage to get away, the rest of the world will suffer for it.
Either you suffer forever, or the world does.
If you had to choose, which one would it be?
Yourself, or the world?
Yourself, or the circus?
Yourself, or Pierrot?
What do you choose?
One will save everything and everyone, but the other..
Will save you.
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A/N: Another short one :3 I’m having fun writing small little fics.
Warnings! Short, angst, and Japanese at the beginning.
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“嬉しいな。” You whisper as you brush your personal hair brush through Pierrot’s hair. He finally let you see his horns and touch his hair.
“Uu.. ureshi.. na?” Pierrot repeats, but it’s not a very good pronunciation.
“嬉しいな。 It means “I’m so happy.”” You translate for him, you kinda forgot he can’t speak Japanese. You’ve been hanging out with Jester too much.
“I’ve.. I’ve made you happy, my love..?” He murmurs, turning to face you. His face is strawberry red, his pupils turning into hearts.
“Mhm! I’m quite happy being able to see you like this. I’m honored.” You admit, brushing hair out of his face.
“Oh, my dear… my dove… my love… my lord… my everything… how I love you…..You make me yearn for more, for things I could never have..” He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your stomach.
“Oh, Pierrot…” You lean down to kiss one of his horns, making him shudder. “I love you. You’re the only one I love, the only one I’ll ever love.”
He tightens his grip on you, pulling you as close as he possibly can, it’s like he’s trying to merge you together.
He presses a gentle kiss to your stomach. “I want you to come live with me in the circus.” He finally admits.
“You know I can’t.” You feel awful, knowing that soon you will be separated from your love. That he will be separated from you.
Pierrot falls silent. He doesn’t speak for a few minutes.
“I know….” Silence follows after that.
You both don’t speak again, just basking in each other's presence for as long as you can. You know you don't have long together, the circus will be leaving town in a few days. And you both will be alone again. You will be alone again.
You both know your vows won’t hold forever, once you are separated, you might fall in love with another, he might obsess over another. Maybe you’ll forget about each other.
Maybe, it just wasn’t meant to be. You and him.
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A/N: May or may not make a longer fic based off of this. You can if you’d like! :D
Warning!! Talk about analog horror, fic is extremely short, and beware if you decide to watch Midwest Angelica!
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The morning light peaks in through the small gap of the opening to the tent. The small rays from the sun make a triangle of light that just falls short of the bed you and your lover rest on.
You lay on your stomach on the soft, plush bed. The purple silk shimmers from the light reflecting off the floor.
You’re barely awake, sleep still has its claws dug into you and is trying to pull you back under.
You can feel a warm hand on your lower back, rubbing up and down the lower half of your back. It’s so nice, so comforting, so sweet.
The palm of the hand will lift once in a while and the fingers will stroke up your spine.
That’s how Jester loves to show his affection for you. His love for you.
“...Are you awake, my dear?” His voice comes out soft, the tone he reserves for those he loves.
“Mnhhh….” You don’t speak, too tired to.
“Welcome awake, love.” He leans over and kisses your exposed cheek. It feels nice after the stressful week you’ve been having. It feels nice to be loved after feeling like you’ve been quite hated this week.
You groan as you force yourself up, you’re a little sore from how you slept. (A/N: My back is always sore after I sleep on my stomach 😔)
Jester watches you pathetically stretch, a small squeal coming from you. (A/N 2: I squeal when I stretch :,,,,,,(((((( )
With a barely audible sigh, he sets his book to the side, watching you stretch.
“My dear,” He starts, watching as you finish stretching and turn to him. “What were you watching last night?”
“Oh, just Midwest Angelica.” You say that like he would have any idea what you are talking about.
“Midwest.. Angelica?” He looks at you like you're crazy.
“Mhm! It’s an analog horror series!”
“Ah, I see. You like analog horror, yes?”
“Love it!”
“Hm.” Jester takes note of that.
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A/N: Ending it here for now! Sorry 3: It probably won’t get an update for a while. If you are inspired by my work, have fun using the idea for your own fics!!!! <33
A/N: I wrote this with Rin Penrose in mind, so I would recommend reading it as if they were reading it to you.
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You’ve been going to the circus ever since it showed up a month ago. Everything has been going well, well… mostly everything. Jester has been acting odd, really odd. You collected some evidence to prove it.
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First piece of evidence:
You had gone to the circus like usual, every Thursday, it has become your routine. You were about to use your red ticket that you had gotten from Pierrot, when Jester showed up and turned it into a purple ticket!
“Hello, red ticket visitor.” Ticket Taker greets, putting his hand out for your ticket.
“Hello!” You pull your ticket out, moving to hand it to him. “Here you ar-”
“Visitor.” Jester’s voice rings out as he grabs your wrist. He puts his free hand over your ticket, covering it from your view.
“Oh, hey.. What are you..?” He moves his hand and your ticket is purple, just how Pierrot did that one time a few weeks ago. But this is different, this is shocking, extraordinary even! Because this is Jester we are talking about, your NUMBER ONE (1) HATER.
“.....Purple ticker visitor?” Even Ticket Taker is shocked, Jester has never done this before.
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Second piece of evidence:
After going to his show, he started showing up to your place of work, the café! He waits until you’re about to close, then comes in, buying a coffee from you. If you work the morning shift, he’ll come in right when you open to make sure only YOU make his coffee.
“Time to clean up!” You talk to yourself, walking to the front door to lock up and turn the sign to “closed”. Right when you flip it, Jester shows up, pulling the door open and coming in.
“Jester, we’re closed.” You moved out of his way anyway.
“Perfect.” He sits down in the same spot Pierrot used to. Pierrot hasn’t come to the café in a while.
Jester orders his usual drink, the same one he gets every single day.
You can feel his gaze on your back as you make his drink, making you feel like prey being watched by a predator.
You set his coffee in front of him, he grabs if the second it touches the counter, his claws scraping against your fingers. It leaves a red mark that starts to sting.
You spot a flash of worry? in his eyes when he looks at the marks on your fingers, but it doesn’t last long as he gets up and leaves the café.
You can feel his gaze on you as you clean the café and finish all of the closing shift tasks.
You can even feel his eyes on you as you walk home..
You’re moving to the morning shift.
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Third piece of evidence:
He has started to initiate touch and compliment you. This man used to avoid you like the fucking plauge, never wanting to interact with you. He never wanted to even be near you! Now, this guy is being somewhat touchy with you and nice to you??! Un-fucking-believeable.
Even if some fucking god came to you from fuck knows where and told you that Jester, your number one (1) hater, liked something that you were wearing, you would’ve laughed! You would’ve thought they were fucking crazy!
“Are those new earrings?” Jester asks, staring at the new earrings you have on.
“Mhm, I bought them last week, they showed up last night.” You move your hair to show him the new earrings.
“You look good in [your favorite color].” Jester grabs your face with one hand, your ear with the other. He wants a close look at them.
“You would look even better in purple…” He whispers to himself, letting go of you and walking away.
“Huh….?”
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Fourth piece of evidence:
He calls you “Pet” now. Why. Why does he do that now.
“Did you enjoy my show, pet?” Jester asks,.standing in front of you so you can’t leave just yet. He wants an answer from you.
“I di-…..d… What the hell did you just call me?” You were about to cheerfully answer, since you did actually love his show today, but he called you something odd.
“Pet? Any problems?” He grabs your arm so you can’t run away.
“Nope! None at all!” You answer immediately, you know he could snap your arm easily if he wanted to. “I actually really loved your show! I’ll be back tomorrow!”
“That’s a good pet, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He lets go of your arm, disappearing into the shadows.
You run home.
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Fifth piece of evidence:
He invites himself into your home now. He even used YOUR groceries to make himself food in YOUR kitchen in YOUR apartment. What the hell dude?! Get out???
You woke up late, almost 11am type of late. It’s your day off after all! How lovely, hm? Well, it would’ve been if someone didn’t break into your apartment!!!
You got out of bed to eat something, it’s almost lunch after all. Leaving your room, expecting no one to be in your apartment, because why would there be? But unfortunately, Jester is there inside of YOUR home. In YOUR rocking chair. How dare he. He’s even reading one of YOUR books from YOUR bookshelf. And the most unforgivable, he’s got a plate of [your favorite food]. He’s got some fucking nerve.
“Jester?! What are you doing in MY apartment?!” You ask, not happy with him whatsoever.
“Don’t look at me like that, pet.” He doesn’t even look up from the book! What a bitch!
“You’re in MY rocking chair, reading MY book, and eating MY food?! What the hell dude?!” You walk over to him, l ready to scold him for this.
He doesn’t let you.
He sighs, grabbing your face and pulling you towards him. He presses his lips to yours to silence you with a kiss.
JESTER. YOUR NUMBER ONE (1) HATER. THE NUMBER ONE (1) HUMAN HATER. HAS OFFICIALLY KISSED YOU. A HUMAN. HOLY SHIT.
“Be quiet, pet.” He speaks with a calmness like he didn’t just shove his tongue down your throat to shut you up. Also, he’s still calling you “pet”. What is with this guy?!
Jester shoves you away to keep reading in peace, leaving you on the floor, shocked that he just kissed you.
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Sixth piece of evidence:
HE FUCKING KISSES YOU NOW. JUST WHENEVER HE WANTS TO!! WHENEVER HE FEELS LIKE IT!!
Every time you serve him his coffee, he’ll pay you in money and a nice, long kiss. He has done it a few times in front of customers!! And he won’t leave until he gets his kiss. If he has to wait all day, he will.
When you go to the circus, he pulls you into his tent so he can kiss you before and after his shows. He makes sure you can’t leave the circus until he has gotten his kisses. He will either make the fools or the other circus members stop you from leaving.
He shows up at your apartment just to kiss you then leave?? He doesn’t even do anything else, just a kiss then he’s gone. He did steal a book once (your favorite one ever btw) and made you kiss him five times to get it back.
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Oh, and get this, get this! When you showed him all of the evidence you had collected, trying to prove to him just how weird he has been recently, he fucking denied it!!
AND THEN!! He made out with you to distract you from the fact that he had a fool come and destroy your evidence! THE HE FUCKINF DENIED THAT SHIT TOO!!!!!
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A/N: Sorry for taking so long, mental health is no joke. TW: Self harm! I recently hurt myself (picking and scratching at my arms) and I’ve just been feeling down. Though, I’ve been slowly chipping away at everything I have to write, I’ve also got pretty bad writer's block lol. I’ve discontinued quite a few works, but I’ll try to put something new out soon!!!!!
He’s been stalking you for weeks now, ever since he first saw you. He only stalked you for the fun of it, now it’s for love.
His hearts (I hc him with multiple hearts) beat so wildly every time he sees you. Just thinking about you now has him sweating, his pulse racing, his blood rushing, his face burning.
He hates what you can do to him by just existing. It angers him, but he loves it too, it’s exhilarating.
These feelings of his are complicated, just as complicated as he. He worries you won’t be able to handle it. You won’t be able to handle him.
The way you make his drink with a smile everyday and seem to light up when he comes in, it makes him want you so badly, but he knows he can’t. You won’t accept his ticket. You don’t go to his shows. You only go to that damn Pierrot’s shows. Not his. Never his. You only went that one time because you were waiting for Pierrot’s show to start.
You didn’t go to his because you WANTED to see it. You only went to pass the time so you could go watch Pierrot.
Why would you want to go see him anyway? Pierrot is obviously so much better, isn’t he? He’s nicer. He’s more affectionate. He’s more-
“Harlequin!?” You yell, trying to get his attention. “I’ve been trying, key word: TRYING! To get your attention for ten (10) whole minutes!”
Harlequin just stares. He didn’t realize he was in your café, he thought he was in his tent. How did he get here?
“I was wondering if you wanted the usual?” You looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“No~...” He mumbles, grabbing the collar of your shirt.
“I want you.” He finally confesses, his mask a little red, as if he were blushing.
You freeze. “Huh?”
He pulls you in for a kiss, at the same time, he replaces Pierrot’s pin with his.
When he pulls away, you are stunned. You don’t know what to say, utterly speechless.
Harlequin grins, chuckling at the look on your face. He gets up to leave, but you grab his arm.
“Hm~? m You want more~~? Naugh-” You cut his off with a kiss.
He freezes.
You freeze.
You stare at each other.
“AHHHHHH!!!!! SORRY!!!!! I- UHHHHH……… I DIDN’T MEAN TOO!!!!!!! SORRY SORRY SORRY!!!!” You run to the employee break room to hide from Harlequin.
He just stands there, staring at the door you ran through. He brings a clawed hand up to touch his lips, a lovesick grin breaking out across his face.
“So this is how Pierrot feels, huh?” He wonders, leaving the cafe and you, with a new green ticket in your pocket.
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A/N: Sorry for being so quiet. Mental health sucks and is a scam. I’ll try to post more, but writing is difficult. Who would’ve thought? But anyway, I will try to post at least every week (probably won’t). I’m working on the requests, and I’m working on my personal ones. Uhh, I’ve mainly been reading fanfics to see all the different ways people type and the way people word things. The other fanfic writers are so good???? What the hell?????? Y’all are a gift and I’m so thankful for all of those who write fanfics. Your works make life joyful <3
A/N: These first parts aren't too involved with The Freak Circus, but next part will be more involved with The Freak Circus.
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You wake up the next morning to Meroron sleeping next to you in your bed, even though he has his own bed. He thankfully isn’t holding onto you, just laying beside you.
You get out of bed, going to your kitchen to make breakfast for everyone.
Slowly, The Freak Show came out of their rooms. Swan was first (1st), she always was. She always woke up the earliest out of everyone. She sat on the couch, her posture was perfect. M!Budding Love was second (2nd), followed by beats sister. Beat stood in the kitchen, watching you cook, ready to help if you need it. F!Budding Love sat beside Swan, talking with her quietly. Fuatu was fourth (4th), sitting on the chair, about to fall back asleep. It took another hour for Meroron to come out of your room.
You served the Budding Love twins and Swan breakfast. The other two don’t eat breakfast, never hungry in the morning.
It was a calm morning, the most calming and peaceful morning you have had in a while. It’s nice having friends with you in the morning. You don’t feel lonely for once.
“So,” You started, swallowing your food before continuing. “Why did you decide to take a break?”
“We started to mess up during our performances, so boss decided that we take a break.” M!Budding Love explained, setting beats fork down as beat explains.
“How did.. How’d you hear about our break..?” Fuatau mumbles, sipping on his monster as he tries to stay awake.
“It was posted online by your circus’ social media. I saw it on Tumblr, but I also got word about it from my friends who saw it on Twitter (we do NOT call it X on my blog).” You pull up the post on your phone, showing the Tumblr post from The Freak Show.
“Hello!! Five (5) members of our circus, F!Budding Love, M!Budding Love, Swan, Futau, and Meroron are taking a break! Please forgive us for this! We still have our other performers and performances, please go enjoy those ones until they come back! They will only be gone for a week. After a week they will be doing their shows again. Please forgive us for this, and please enjoy our other performances!!”
“I didn’t know they posted that, my dear.” F!Budding Love comments, looking over at the others to see if they knew but didn’t tell heart.
“They act like it’s a crime for us to take a break…” Futau mumbles, a little annoyed at how apologetic the post is.
“It’s Japan. If anything is out of the ordinary, they apologize. Our shows will be delayed until we get back next week, which warrants an apology. Anything delayed needs an apology. That’s how it works.” Meroron explains, also a little annoyed. But he understands that that is just how it is in Japan.
“Hm.” You exit out of the app and turn off your phone, putting it off to the side.
“Well, speaking of circuses,” You start to eat again. “I go to The Freak Circus almost everyday, would you like to go with me?”
“Can we?” M!Budding Love asks, looking unsure. “More like should we?”
“Why shouldn't we?” F!Budding Love looks over at hearts brother.
“We injured one of the circus members last night. He probably told the other circus workers.” Beat points out, knowing their circus does the same whenever a guest or random person hurts a worker.
“Oh.. yeahhhh…” Swan whispers, turning her head away.
“So, do you guys wanna go orrrrr….?” You ask, looking between all of your friends. You want them to just make up their mind.
“We’ll go, I guess..” Fuatu leans against you, wanting to go back to bed.
“I’ll go buy your tickets.” You gently move Futau to lean against M!Budding Love so it can sleep.
“Swan, you come with me, I need at least one person with me for this.” You call for Swan to go with you, you would rather not go alone. If you are alone, Pierrot might kidnap you again.
“Heard.” Swan stands up, quickly making her way over to you. She is close to the height of Jester, her constantly being on either the balls of her feet or the tips of her toes really contributes to her height. She can’t put her feet down flat after years of only being on the balls of her feet.
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You lock the front door, Swan standing behind you. She looks around at the minimal decor in the hallway of your apartment complex.
“It’s dull.” She mumbles to no one in particular.
“Dull?” You question, starting to walk down the hallway to the stairs.
“Yes. It’s dull. Very dull. Barely any color. It’s only shades of beige. Meroron pointed it out when we came in. Fuatu said the rest of the town was very beige too.” She points at the walls, the white and beige walls, the colorless “paintings” that show up every once in a while, and the once in a blue moon dying plant.
“I.. I didn’t notice that before.” You admit, now realizing that your apartment complex looks like a sad beige mom decorated it. It’s upsetting.
“Sad beige mom apartment complex…” She whispers, quietly making fun of you, like how Jester mocks you sometimes.
“You act like Jester.” You mutter, putting your hand on the railing of the stairs.
“Jester?” She questions, walking down the stairs beside you. (I ACTUALLY FUCKING HATE WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT. WALK ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE STAIRS AND GET TO WHERE YOUR GOING DUDE. DONT FUCKING BLOCK ME ON THE GOD DAMN STAIRS IM TRYING TO GET TO CLASS. -mini author crash out <3)
“He’s a performer at The Freak Circus. He doesn’t really like me, or any human. He only tolerates me, I think he does at least…” You hold the door for Swan.
“Ah, I see. Hopefully he’ll like us.” Swan chirps, a bit too optimistic after hearing they act the same.
“You beat up Pierrot.” You remind.
“It- It’s not my fault! He broke in! And- And I!.. uhh. I was scared he was going to hurt someone, hurt you!” She tries to defend herself, almost tripping over a random empty café cup.
You laugh at her attempt to defend herself. “I know, I know. I’ll try to talk to the circus about this, to try and get them to understand.”
“I feel really bad.” Swan admits as you near the ticket booth to buy tickets for everyone.
“I bet, but cheer up. They’ll understand that you were just protecting yourself.” The two of you stand in line to buy the tickets, quickly getting to the front of the line.
“Hello, which ticket are you… Red ticket visitor? Why are you buying tickets?” Ticket Taker looks at you weirdly, concerned about you being in his ticket line.
“I’m buying tickets for my friends. I’ll need five tickets, and I’ve still got mine, don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried.” He gives you five of the best tickets he sells. “Who is this?”
“Thank you,” You put the tickets in your wallet, giving him the money for them. “This is Swan, one of the five friends I’ll be bringing later today.”
“That one who..?” He asks, starting to glare at Swan.
“She didn’t mean to! She thought he was a burglar and just wanted to protect everyone.” You explain, trying to make the situation better.
“I’m sorry for my actions.” She bows, pulling out money of her own and giving it to him, trying to apologize. (She isn’t bribing him, just giving him money as a ‘sorry’.)
“Hm.” He takes the money, still not happy with her, but being more accepting of her. He won’t forgive her, but he won’t make her into a fool, mainly for you, also partially happy she actually apologized for her actions.
He writes something down on a sticky note and shoos you two off with his hand, wanting to get the line moving.
“See, that wasn’t too bad.” You tease, gently nudging Swan with your arm.
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You arrive home, setting your wallet on the counter. Swan sits on the couch again, quietly telling the Budding Love twins about the encounter with Ticket Taker.
“I got the tickets, they’re the best ones that I could get.” You hand out the tickets to The Freak Show. They all look at their tickets.
“These are so cute! They’re so different from ours!” F!Budding Love pulls out a normal ticket from The Freak Show, comparing the two.
The Freak Show ticket has the symbols of the performers you can go watch with that ticket (I will show the ticket when I finish the art of the characters), it says “Enjoy The Show!” on the back. The Freak Circus ticket just has the name of the circus and a picture of a tent.
“It’s interesting how different our circuses are.” M!Budding Love looks at the two different tickets. He turns to his own ticket from The Freak Circus. “I wonder how much our circuses will differ.”
“It seems their circus is horror themed.. It’s different.” Fuatu tugs on the ticket, trying to see how durable it is, Swan quickly shuts that down.
“Don’t do that, it might rip.” Swan sets her hands over its.
“Sorry….” It sets its ticket down on the coffee table.
“I’m gonna go to work, you guys can go explore the city, and we’ll meet up at the café and go to the circus. Sound good?” You grab your keys, looking at them for agreement.
“Sounds alright.” Meroron gives you a nod, getting off the couch to go get changed into better clothes for going out. The others do the same.
Once everyone is ready, you all leave the apartment. They watch as you shut and lock the front door, pocketing your keys.
“Let’s head out.” You motion forward with your hand, signaling for everyone to get moving.
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A/N: Second part is done!!!! Wooooo!!!!! This is really fun for me, I love writing this. I am working hard on the requests! They will take a while, but they will get done! I promise!!!! I will make a 5th part for the first series I made very soon, but I’ve got lots to write, so it will take a WHILE. A long while.
Warnings!! I will bullshit most of the things I will talk about, feel free to correct me if you know anything about these topics! The reader is friends with the freak show. This is going to be very loreful as it goes on. Angst, fluff, obsession, fear, violence, blood, mentions of blood.
The Freak Show is a circus I made up. I’m working on making drawings of all the characters, those will be shown soon! :3
I’ll give a quick description of The Freak Show and its cast!
There are over 20 main performers, and over 100 staff members. For this, we will be focusing on 5 of the main performers!!
(F! = Female version and M! = Male version!)
The Freak Show is made up of people from all around the world, but these five are American/Canadian because I am American and I don’t know other cultures. Also, before anyone gives me shit, these are either stage names or chosen names.
F!Budding Love. Heart’s pronouns are Heart/Heartself. Heart is called “Love” to differentiate between F!Budding Love and M!Budding love. Love’s act is hoops, heart spins hula hoops on heart’s arms and legs and threads them through heart’s body, usually on fire or covered in sharp items to add extra risk. Heart also does aerial hoop, swinging around heart’s tent while bending heart’s body all around it. If Love sees an upset visitor, heart will bring them a cute cupcake and sing them a song to make them キラキララン!! (/ref)
M!Budding Love. Beat’s pronouns are Beat/Beating. Beat is called “Bud/Budding” to keep beat from being mistaken for F!Budding Love. The two are very similar, just small differences. Budding’s main act is juggling, beat can juggle anything the audience gives beat, beat usually does it to music. Sometimes it’s silent to add more tension, the silence is mainly for the more dangerous items like knives, swords, anything on fire.
Meroron. His pronouns are He/They/Mero. Meroron’s acts are singing/opera, acting, and puppeteering. They do a lot of shows, using their art skills to make it even more perfect. They help with a lot of the other shows too, it’s very fun for him. They look very feminine. Looks almost identical to Cure Kiss from キミトイドルプリクラ(You and Idol Precure). Meroron is my oc.
Swan. Her pronouns are She/Her. Swan’s act is dance. She does ballet with her “mini swans”. Mini swans are the other dancers who help make her dancing come to life. She always walks on the balls of her feet, moving with grace.
Futau. Its pronouns are It/Its. Futau’s act is magic, it usually does card tricks. It will do any type of magic, depending on the age range of the audience. If the audience is mostly children, they will do magic tricks that are better for children and that will get kids into doing magic. If the audience is mostly adults, they will do more magic tricks that are funner for adults to watch. It always has cards on them.
When I refer to “The Freak Show” I’m talking about the five characters I just told you about :3
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The Freak Show was in need of a break, so they went to Brazil.
You invited them to come stay with you for the time being. You and The Freak Show have been friends for a while now, you had gone to their circus when you visited Japan a few years ago and stayed in contact. Meroron was the first (1st) one you met, Futau the second (2nd), F!Budding Love the third (3rd), M!Budding Love the fourth (4th), and finally Swan being the fifth (5th).
The Freak Show came to town a week after The Freak Circus showed up.
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“Thank you for having us, dearie!” F!Budding Love holds your hands in heart’s. Heart has already moved all the things heart brought, which wasn’t much. Not as much as heart’s brother.
“Love, be quiet. Help Futau with its suitcase.” M!Budding Love walks past with beat’s suitcases and a few bags. Beat is an over-packer, F!Budding Love is not. They are such opposites. It’s a little frustrating at times.
“.....Sure.” Heart’s tone changes completely. Heart isn’t very happy about being bossed around by M!Budding Love.
When F!Budding Love gets up to leave, Meroron takes heart’s place on the couch beside you. They sit very close to you, but don’t touch you. They keep their hands to themselves. They’re quite like Pierrot in your eyes. They act almost the same, you noticed it when Pierrot started to get close to you.
“Hey, Meroron.” You pet their head, treating them as you would Pierrot. Or well, you treat Pierrot how you would treat Meroron.
“Hiiii…” He whispers, scanning the room with his eyes, mentally marking down the design choices. (He is in fact judging.)
Swan plops down on the chair nearby, too jetlagged to the point she can’t even be her usual graceful self. She sinks down in the chair, almost falling off, but it’s exactly what she needs right now.
Futau and F!Budding Love came back into the apartment with the suitcases after around 10 minutes. M!Budding Love is passed out in beats bed.
Everyone is jetlagged. It took an entire day to fly to Brazil. Everyone is exhausted. Some more than others.
“Meroron, Swan, why don’t you two go get some sleep. It’s late and you’re jetlagged.” You grab Meroron’s hand to guide him to his room. He’ll be staying in your room for his stay.
“Hmm, alright. Who am I sleeping with, again?” Swan asks, standing up.
“Futau. Your room is the door with the yellow sign.” You point at the door, it’s beside the room with the purple sign, that’s where the Budding Love twins will be sleeping.
“Hmm..” Swan leaves to her room, too tired to speak anymore.
Once the door shuts, Meroron is clinging to your arm. He’s been obsessed with you ever since you came to his circus. They try to keep their obsession with you to a minimum when others are around, but once alone, he immediately switches to being obsessed with you.
You know Pierrot would hate Meroron, they are too similar. They will fight for your affection and love. You’ve seen how Pierrot gets when his own troupe members are near you.
“Meroron, let's go to bed.” You gently tug on his arm, bringing him to your room. He stares at you while you two walk. He loves how you look, you’re so cute in their eyes.
“Bed time..”Meroron whispers, they try to be as close as possible, but they don’t want to make walking difficult from being all over you.
You enter your room, Meroron following after you. He watches you carefully while you move around your room. Shutting the door, preparing a place for them to sleep (they’ll sleep really anywhere), moving things around, leaving to take care of your teeth, coming back in, then getting in bed.
Once you get in bed, Meroron gets in theirs. He always waits to see what others do before he does anything.
Soon, everyone in your apartment has fallen asleep.
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You wake up to the smash of glass and the frightened yelps of your friends.
You immediately hop out of bed, running into your living room. What you see horrifies you.
The Budding Love Twins are pinning down an injured Pierrot, Meroron is holding onto Futau to calm it down, Swan has the neck to a vase in her hands. She smashed it over Pierrot’s head.
“What the actual fuck happened in here?!” You yell, everyone freezes. They all look at you with wide eyes.
“Uhhhhhhhh…..” F!Budding Love looks up at Swan, hoping she’ll explain what happened.
“This red jester broke in through the.. the uhh..” Swan pauses, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down. “He broke in through the balcony door. He was about to enter your room. Budding stopped him, but he was quick to fight beat.”
You look over at Pierrot and M!Budding Love. Pierrot looks terrified but so, so angry. He can’t understand how these “humans” managed to pin him down or why they hurt him like this.
“They were fighting so Love helped in pinning him down and when he just wouldn't stop, I hit him over the head with the vase…” She backs away from Pierrot, setting what is left of your vase on the coffee table.
“Bud, Love, let go of him.” You glare at the Budding Love twins, but you can’t be too mad at them. They didn’t know that you know the red jester or that he won’t do any harm to you or them.
The two let go of Pierrot and move away, you walk over to Pierrot.
You put your hand on his head, checking to see how bad his injuries are. You check him entirely, making sure his only injuries are on his head.
“How are you feeling, Pierrot..?” You ask, holding his head in your hands.
He doesn’t answer. He won’t speak unless it’s just the two of you.
You turn to Meroron and Futau.
“Futau, bring me the first aid kit.” You point towards the bathroom, Fuatu quickly following your command.
You open the first aid kit, making sure there is no glass in Pierrot’s head before you clean his wounds. You bandage him up before turning to your friends who have grouped up at your couch.
“Everyone, this is Pierrot. He’s from The Freak Circus just two (2) blocks down.” You had already told The Freak Show about The Freak Circus when they first got here. “He’s a friend of mine, he comes in at night sometimes.”
“Oh.. Uhhhh… Sorry, sir.” F!Budding Love apologizes, bowing heart’s head, as does everyone else.
Pierrot just stares at them for a few minutes, leaving the room in awkward silence, then he turns to you. He looks upset. It’s most likely because you have guests over and three of them (the Budding Love twins and Futau) are dressed as jesters. He doesn’t like competition. He wants you all to himself.
“Pierrot, these are my friends from The Freak Show circus in Japan. They are taking a break from performing, so they came to hang out with me here in Brazil.” You explain, bandaging up Pierrot’s head. You want to clear the air as quickly as possible, you don’t want any more fights.
“Sorry for hurting you, buddy.. We uhh.. We didn’t know.” Swan apologizes, her body tensing up, feeling awful for hurting him now that she knows that you two are friends.
The only one who doesn’t really look sorry is Meroron. He looks jealous.
Futau wasn’t involved with hurting Pierrot, but it looks the most guilty for this. The look on its face makes you even feel guilty as if this was your fault.
“Futau, it’s alright. It’s not your fault, it’s not anyone’s fault. It was just bad communication.” You try to reassure it, but it only looks a little reassured.
You close the first aid kit, standing up to go put it away. Pierrot watches you as you go, waiting for his love to come back to him. He glares at your friends, he doesn’t like that they are sleeping in your house and that one of them is sleeping in YOUR room.
He is so jealous of them. He hates them. He doesn’t want anyone to be in there with you but him. How dare they be in here. How dare they. They are taking your attention away from him.
You come back into the room, standing in between The Freak Show and Pierrot. You don’t know what to do. This is awkward.
The door to Fuatu and Swan’s room opens then shuts. Fuatau left to go to bed, too tired to deal with this.
“Uhh…” You try to think of what should happen now. “Pierrot, you should go to the Doctor. Then come back tomorrow.”
Pierrot looks upset that he can’t stay any longer or get any more time with you tonight. He glares at the other people in the room before he gets up and leaves. He doesn’t like these other ‘humans’ in your home.
Once the balcony door shuts and Pierrot is gone, you sigh, exhausted.
“Let's go to bed, I’ll explain everything in the morning.” You watch as everyone else goes to their rooms, looking to your side once you feel a hand holding yours. It’s Meroron, he waits for you to lead him back to bed.
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A/N: This was very Meroron focused, sorry about that. This is only part one (1), so there will be more focus on the other members of both The Freak Show and The Freak Circus. I like the idea of having two monsters from different circuses fighting over you/mc. The Freak Show is also a monster circus, but they look uncannily human.
You’ve been living with Pierrot at the circus for a few weeks now. He’s been super clingy, he won’t let go of you. Ever. You noticed how anxious he has been ever since you joined. He doesn’t want to lose you. Not like her. He can’t lose you too.
“Pierrot!” You laughed out, the feeling of his hands around your torso feels like you're being tickled.
“...My love?” He questions, unsure if he should continue or not. You didn’t seem upset, but he could never be too sure.
“I’m alright, Pierrot. I’m just ticklish.” You turn around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Good… Good…” He whispers, thankful that you are happy. He presses his face in the spot between your neck and your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to your skin. He loves you more than he knows how to handle. More than he knows how to show.
He holds you tightly, never wanting to let go. He kisses your face until you have to push him away to breathe.
The second you grant him access to your lips, he shoves his tongue down your throat. You choke on it, obviously, his tongue is as long as your forearm.
He tries to pull away, afraid he hurt you, but you force him to keep kissing you, much to his delight.
When you, unfortunately, have to pull away, his face is redder than you have ever seen it. He’s panting like a dog, cute. His golden eyes are blown wide open, his pupils turning into hearts.
He grabs your face, confessing his love for you in between kisses.
“I….. Love…… You….” Over and over and over again he told you he loved you, kissing you like he would die without it. He was desperate, so, so, so desperate. He knew that he couldn’t possibly show you just how much he truly loved you without hurting you, but he’s going to try. He will try his hardest.
Unfortunately, he has a show to perform, so he must go. But he promises, he will love you without harming you. Just wait for him and he will love you unconditionally.
You watch his performance, as you do with every one. His shows always go better when he has time to be with you and love on you. People enjoy them better and are nicer when they go right. He doesn’t get hurt when his shows are perfect.
When the show is over and everyone filtered out, Pierrot comes to you. He holds your hands in his, his eyes full of love and admiration.
“My dear… Did you enjoy my show…?” Pierrot asks, keeping his voice down, he can’t let anyone else hear him.
“I love it, Pierry.” You grab his face, pulling him in for another kiss. “You were perfect, love.”
Pierrot lets out an excited squeak. It makes him so, so, so fucking happy thag his love, his one, his only, his obession, loved his show, thought he was perfect. Oh how he loves you. He knew you were the perfect human. He must protect you.
You won’t be leaving any time soon.
He’ll never let you go.
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DO NOT FEED MY WORK TO AI
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A/N: I wrote this while at school, on paper. I just transferred it to my phone to post if for you all <3
Warnings! I made the reader nervous about giving the tfc cast the drawing, if you don't like that, then leave!
A/N: Sorry about how shitty this is lol. My period started and I've been feeling so sick recently so this is reaply bad. I also did the end of Ticket Taker's and the entirety of Doctor's part while up all night bc I couldn't sleep. This is a request btw.
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Pierrot
“Pierrot..?” You murmur, standing next to him with a paper clutched to your chest.
“My dear!” His face is red the second he hears your voice, getting even redder when he sees your adorable face. His face drops a little when he sees how nervous you are.
“Are you alright, my love?” He asks, briefly looking at the paper in your hands, before staring at your nervous face.
“I’m fine, just a little nervous..” Your voice is small. You take a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare yourself to give him the drawing you made of him.
You suddenly shove the paper to his chest. “I drew you!”
“Oh!” He takes the paper in his hands, looking over the drawing. His face breaks into the widest grin you have ever seen from him, his face the reddest it’s ever been. His heart is beating painfully hard in his chest. His pupils turn into hearts.
“My dear!! Oh, this is perfect!” He hugs you tightly, but not enough to hurt you. He looks ready to cry from how happy he is about getting a drawing from his beloved.
“I love it, thank you so, so, so much, my love!!” He kisses you all over your face, the best way to show his thanks for the drawing from you.
He picks you up, “Let’s go hang it up together!”
He brings you to his tent, into his room, setting you on his bed. He has a cork board on his wall, it has everything you have ever given to him on it (that can be hung up).
“Where should I put this, my dear?” He wants you to choose your perfect spot for your perfect drawing of him.
“Hmmm,” You walk over, putting your finger on a spot of the cork board. “There. I like that spot.”
He pins the drawing to the cork board, making sure it looks perfect. He flattens it, pinning the bottom to keep it flat.
“Thank you, my love. Your drawing makes my room even more special.” He gently grabs your face, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
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Harlequin
“Harlequin?” You walk up beside him, gently tugging on his sleeve to get his attention.
“Hello, dear one~” Harlequin tips your chin up with a finger, grinning at your nervousness.
“What’s got ya so nervous?~” He asks, tilting his head in mock confusion, his grin getting wider.
“I draw you..” You hold up the drawing to him, hiding your face behind it.
“......huh?” He hesitantly takes it from you, silently staring at it. He hides how genuinely happy he is about this drawing by laughing at you.
“Heh! You drew me? How cute!” Harlequin turns away from you to go to his room, smiling genuinely when you can’t see his face.
He stops at the entrance to his tent, turning towards you, putting his persona back on to talk to you.
“You should come help choose where I put such a pretty drawing.” He motions you over, opening the flap of the tent for you to come inside. “You could help me with another thing as well~”
“If you know what I mean~..” He whispers in your ear as you enter his tent.
He leads you to his room, shutting the door behind you.
“There.” You put your finger on a spot on the wall that has many other things pinned to it. “That’s where I want it.”
“Alright, if you say so.” He acts casual, but his heart is pounding in a good way. He’s happy that you took the time to draw him.
Harlequin grabs a thumb tack, pinning the drawing right where you had your finger. He glances over at you, looking away from you once he sees just how happy you are. Seeing the smile on your face makes him a little flustered.
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Jester
“.......Jester?” You’d been standing next to him for a good while, waiting for a good time to talk to him. He’s been busy for a few hours and you don’t want to bug him.
“What do you want, pet?” Jester stops what he’s doing, looking up at you.
“I.. uhh.. I drew you.” You carefully put your drawing down on the table beside him. You don’t get too close and you are extra careful to not mess anything up.
He is quiet for a few seconds, about a minute. He picks up the drawing from the table, holding it in his hands. You can’t tell how the drawing is making him feel.
“You drew this?” He asks, looking up at you, a little surprised. He never expected to get a drawing from anyone.
You nod, it feels like ice cold water is rushing through your veins, but it feels hot like lava as well. Not being able to read Jester makes doing anything with him absolutely terrifying.
“Good job, pet. It’s pleasing to look at.” A compliment from Jester is so incredibly rare, it makes all of your nerves fly away.
Jester stands up, the drawing in hand. He pets your head, rubbing your hair as if he were petting a cat.
“Thank you, let's put this on the board.” He walks off to his room, you follow close behind.
The cork board is in between your beds, it has many papers pinned to it, all relating to work. It has a few things about you, like your medical records pinned to it.
“Would you like to choose the spot?” He offers for you to choose the spot for your drawing to go.
“.....uhh. Sure?” You walk up to the cork board, Jester stands behind you, watching you as you choose where to put the drawing.
He hands you a thumb tack so you can pin the drawing. You pin it on the side near Jester’s bed, only using one thumb tack to pin it.
“Is that good?” You ask, you don’t want to upset Jester.
“Is it good for you?” He pats your head some more, being careful to not hurt you with his claws or his strength.
“Yeah..” You feel a little nervous, looking up at him.
“Then it’s good for me, pet.” He genuinely smiles at you, petting down your hair, his hand sliding to your shoulder. He pats your shoulder, pulling you a little closer.
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Ticket Taker
“Ticket Taker? Are you.. busy?” You ask, holding the drawings in your hands. You want to give the drawing to him, but you don’t want to bug him. He is usually working, so you don’t want to interrupt him from that.
“Not right now, I’m not.” Ticket Taker turns in his chair to look at you. You're in his ticket booth right now, he’s making tickets, which he will gladly take a break from doing to pay attention to you. “What do you need, my dear visitor?”
“I.. uhh.” You shift nervously, placing the drawing on the desk in front of him. You turn your face away. “I drew you..”
He’s quiet for a good few minutes, looking over the drawing, then he turns to you again.
“You drew this?” He asks, sounding a little surprised.
“I did.” You look over at him, feeling better once you see he isn’t disappointed. He actually looks quite pleased.
“You have quite the talent, dear visitor.” Ticket Taker grabs a hold of your hand, carefully bringing it to the mouth part of his mask. He gently kisses your hand. “Thank you.”
“.........uhhhh……..” You freeze, face burning hot, turning a bright crimson. He’s never kissed your hand before, or kissed you at all. “Umm.. You’re- uhhh. You’re welcome.. I think?”
He opens the drawer under his desk, pulling a box of thumb tacks out. He opens the container, sliding it over to you.
“Would you like to hang it up, my dear visitor?” He grabs your hand with his other hand, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. This is a rare moment of domesticness, he doesn’t usually act so domestic with you or anyone.
“Yeah, I have a good spot for it in mind.” You grab a thumb tack from the container, gently taking the drawing from his hands. You take it over to the cork board behind him, he turns in his chair to watch you. You pin it to the bottom right corner, making sure it’s visible but out of the way enough to not be in his way.
“Is that a good spot?” You ask, turning to look at him, taking a step sideways so he can see where you put it.
“It’s perfect.” Ticket Taker grabs your hand again, he loves holding your hand, he doesn’t get to do it often. He has work to do, so he squeezes your hand gently before letting go. “I’m sorry, my visitor, but I have to get back to work.”
“I understand. I’ll go bug someone else, see you later, love.”
“See you soon, dear.”
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Doctor
“......Doctor?” You walk into his tent, unsure if he’s busy or not. You don’t get a response for a few minutes, hearing him moving around.
“You’re nervous, sweetie.” Doctor’s voice is soft, his arms wrapping around you middle from behind, one huge hand rests on your chest, feeling you breathe.
“Tell me what’s wrong, I’d like to make you feel better.” He picks you up, setting you on the chair in the middle of his tent. He doesn’t strap you down, he never does. (I headcanon him as very touchy, he loves to hold you, touch you, and carry you around.)
“I drew you, Doctor.” You mumble, holding the drawing up to him. Your heart beats hard against your ribcage, you are nervous about seeing his reaction to your drawing.
“Sweetie.. oh, sweetie..” He takes the drawing in his hands, he is so honored to get a drawing from his precious patient.
“You don’t like it, do you..?” You can hear your heart beat in your ears, you start to sweat, your nerves getting worse. Your breathing starts to pick up, worried he doesn’t like your drawing.
“No, no, no, no, no, sweetie! I love it, thank you, my beloved patient.” He sets it down on his cart, next to his medical instruments. He goes to you, taking his plague doctor mask and placing it on your head, he places a kiss to your lips, trying to soothe you. He isn’t the best with comforting.
“Sweetie, I would love to look at this while I work.” He points to the cork board on his wall, you can just barely see it through the eye holes of the mask. “You should pin it there. Wherever you would like.”
“Can I?” You ask, messing with his fingers. He nods, encouraging you to pin it wherever you’d like to.
You get out of the chair, going to the cork board, Doctor follows after you. He hands you the drawing and a thumb tack, watching as you pin it in your perfect spot. Your perfect spot is where your medical records are pinned.
“Is that good?” You ask, turning to him for approval.
“It’s perfect, sweetie.” He holds you hand gently, putting his middle and ring finger on your pulse point, he likes feeling your pulse.
When you seem more at ease, he brings you back to the chair. He wants to make you feel even better, he wants you to be as happy as you could possibly be.
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A/N: AHHHHHH I’M FINALLY DONE WOOOOOO!!!!!! This was hard to finish, but I did it!!!! I’m so happy bro, requests will on hold so I can do my own project, then I’ll do another request after that. I think thats how I’ll run my account.
To keep writing fun for me, I'm going to do a request then something that I thought of to write. That way requests get done but I can still write my own projects. But that also means that requests will take much longer because of it.
