💌🎪 ; AMELIA (and others) !!!

pfp ; april - monster prom !

[hearts4heels]

THE CARNIVAL'S IN TOWN, COME AND GET YOUR PIGGY SNACKS!

AMELIA!!

Or Amy, for short.. or AAAAAAMYYY for long! ;oP

She / It !!

masque. :o)

he / it

lala

she/her

Dax!!~

He/they/it!

hihihi this is mod amy (coincidence? no amy is my oc-sona-thing))

flirting/shipping is fine for ALL OF THEM

also proship/darkship/adjacent dni

also heyyy i'm keeping this for reference you guys can do this little ask game with them

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[the-virtual-circus-exe]

(its been 500 years i know /silly)

...So, you a circus too? :o)

@hearts4heels

WE ARE!! AT LEAST A VIRTUAL ONE!! HOUSED IN YOUR VERY COMPUTER!! ITS BEEN...a long time SINCE SOMEONE CAME BY!

[hearts4heels]

Virtual one, huh.. I was about to question how we're here the , but uhh, maybe it's best not to question the boss.

[the-virtual-circus-exe]

BEST NOT TO QUESTION IT! QUESTIONS CAUSE GRIEF AND ERROR!

AND AS FOR THE BOSS THING, THAT'S ME! I'M SYDNEY, THE RINGMASTER OF THIS CIRCUS, AND I'M HERE TO GUIDE YOU THROUGH THIS WONDERFUL, WACKY PROGRAM TO SHOW YOU ALL THE AMAZING THINGS YOUR COMPUTER CAN DO, WITH THE HELP OF MY FRIENDS!!

Uh...S-Sydney, who is this??

OH HELLO!! THIS IS BAILEY!! THEY'RE OUR CLOWN! THEY LIKE TO BE NERVOUS INSTEAD OF BEING A CLOWN THOUGH!!

T-that's not even- *sigh*

[hearts4heels]

Bailey, huh? Nice to meet you. Name's Masque. The pink shortstack behind me is Amy, (HEY!!) and the red even-shorter-stack is Lala. (...) We've got other people in our circus, but uhh.. they didn't come with us. Too busy doing their [BOINK!]- what.

[the-virtual-circus-exe]

(its been 500 years i know /silly)

...So, you a circus too? :o)

@hearts4heels

WE ARE!! AT LEAST A VIRTUAL ONE!! HOUSED IN YOUR VERY COMPUTER!! ITS BEEN...a long time SINCE SOMEONE CAME BY!

[hearts4heels]

Virtual one, huh.. I was about to question how we're here the , but uhh, maybe it's best not to question the boss.

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

“Well, when youse put it that way..” he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a ‘softie,’ y’know! The world could use more a them anyways..” he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you're right.

You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I’se’s a lucky guy! Miss ‘er every day, y’know.”

He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like it’d been in a crash.

“She was my world.. Ah, but I shouldn’t dwell on the past..”

[hearts4heels]

[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]

....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh— You meant her! She ain’t really m’ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, I’unno.” He shrugged “She’s fine, don’t worry. I love ‘er too, she’s real sweet. Jus’… not my real Ma, if that makes sense?”

[hearts4heels]

OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”No, no! Actually, she ‘adopted’ me fairly recently.. I don’t mind though! She’s real nice!” He smiled, before tearing out the car’s battery, heaving it over to the back counter. “Youse gots any family?”

[hearts4heels]

Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Ah, I get that. Some people jus’ ain’t good ‘nuff.” He started wiring in the new battery. “I don’t really talk t’ my family anymore eitha.” He shrugged “Jus’ gotta do what’s best for youse.”

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.

...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Yeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do ‘round here. Whaddya know ‘bout ‘em?”

[hearts4heels]

It was this guy named Yancy, or somethin'.. she met him by coincidence, asked him what prison was like since she was definitely ending up there soon. Think she's getting chased down by cops as we speak- ANYWAYS, she said he kinda spoke with the uhh.. "youse" thing and whatnot. Had a similar accent.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh, really? I’se nevah really met someone with my exact accent, if I’m honest. Both parents had different ones, so me n’ my siblins all got a weird sorta mashup..” he chuckled, shutting the cars hood.

“I’m done f’ the night. I’d work more, I could use the pay, but they’re cappin’ my ova time f’ the month.” He stretched.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, it's probably about time you stopped anyways.. don't want you overworkin' yourself.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Meh, I haven’t done that f’ years.” He clocked out, hanging up his .. apron thing idk what to call that. “Youse got anywhere t’ stay?”

[hearts4heels]

Uhhh.. not really. I just kinda wander around and.. sit at abandoned places. The kid's been stayin' with Kiki, and I visit the kid whenever I'm not, y'know.. caught up in my usual bullshit. Only place I can kinda call home is the circus.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. . . My apartment ain’t too big, but I have a futon in the living room if you need somewhere to spend th’ night!”

He placed his hands on his hips “This place can be ratha dangerous at night if ya don’t got somewhere t’ stay.”

[hearts4heels]

...You'd let me stay the night?..-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Yeah! Yer a friend a kiki’s, and I’d feel awful if I jus’ left youse on the streets or somethin’. Jus’ don’t hurt me or any of my neighbors, an’ don’t touch my plants.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He took a moment to process that, before tears welled up in his eyes. He lifted up Jack in a tight hug, sobbing for what felt like the first time in forever. But in the best way fucking possible. ]

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

“Well, when youse put it that way..” he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a ‘softie,’ y’know! The world could use more a them anyways..” he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you're right.

You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I’se’s a lucky guy! Miss ‘er every day, y’know.”

He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like it’d been in a crash.

“She was my world.. Ah, but I shouldn’t dwell on the past..”

[hearts4heels]

[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]

....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh— You meant her! She ain’t really m’ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, I’unno.” He shrugged “She’s fine, don’t worry. I love ‘er too, she’s real sweet. Jus’… not my real Ma, if that makes sense?”

[hearts4heels]

OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”No, no! Actually, she ‘adopted’ me fairly recently.. I don’t mind though! She’s real nice!” He smiled, before tearing out the car’s battery, heaving it over to the back counter. “Youse gots any family?”

[hearts4heels]

Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Ah, I get that. Some people jus’ ain’t good ‘nuff.” He started wiring in the new battery. “I don’t really talk t’ my family anymore eitha.” He shrugged “Jus’ gotta do what’s best for youse.”

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.

...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Yeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do ‘round here. Whaddya know ‘bout ‘em?”

[hearts4heels]

It was this guy named Yancy, or somethin'.. she met him by coincidence, asked him what prison was like since she was definitely ending up there soon. Think she's getting chased down by cops as we speak- ANYWAYS, she said he kinda spoke with the uhh.. "youse" thing and whatnot. Had a similar accent.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh, really? I’se nevah really met someone with my exact accent, if I’m honest. Both parents had different ones, so me n’ my siblins all got a weird sorta mashup..” he chuckled, shutting the cars hood.

“I’m done f’ the night. I’d work more, I could use the pay, but they’re cappin’ my ova time f’ the month.” He stretched.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, it's probably about time you stopped anyways.. don't want you overworkin' yourself.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Meh, I haven’t done that f’ years.” He clocked out, hanging up his .. apron thing idk what to call that. “Youse got anywhere t’ stay?”

[hearts4heels]

Uhhh.. not really. I just kinda wander around and.. sit at abandoned places. The kid's been stayin' with Kiki, and I visit the kid whenever I'm not, y'know.. caught up in my usual bullshit. Only place I can kinda call home is the circus.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. . . My apartment ain’t too big, but I have a futon in the living room if you need somewhere to spend th’ night!”

He placed his hands on his hips “This place can be ratha dangerous at night if ya don’t got somewhere t’ stay.”

[hearts4heels]

...You'd let me stay the night?..-

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

“Well, when youse put it that way..” he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a ‘softie,’ y’know! The world could use more a them anyways..” he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you're right.

You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I’se’s a lucky guy! Miss ‘er every day, y’know.”

He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like it’d been in a crash.

“She was my world.. Ah, but I shouldn’t dwell on the past..”

[hearts4heels]

[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]

....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh— You meant her! She ain’t really m’ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, I’unno.” He shrugged “She’s fine, don’t worry. I love ‘er too, she’s real sweet. Jus’… not my real Ma, if that makes sense?”

[hearts4heels]

OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”No, no! Actually, she ‘adopted’ me fairly recently.. I don’t mind though! She’s real nice!” He smiled, before tearing out the car’s battery, heaving it over to the back counter. “Youse gots any family?”

[hearts4heels]

Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Ah, I get that. Some people jus’ ain’t good ‘nuff.” He started wiring in the new battery. “I don’t really talk t’ my family anymore eitha.” He shrugged “Jus’ gotta do what’s best for youse.”

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.

...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Yeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do ‘round here. Whaddya know ‘bout ‘em?”

[hearts4heels]

It was this guy named Yancy, or somethin'.. she met him by coincidence, asked him what prison was like since she was definitely ending up there soon. Think she's getting chased down by cops as we speak- ANYWAYS, she said he kinda spoke with the uhh.. "youse" thing and whatnot. Had a similar accent.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh, really? I’se nevah really met someone with my exact accent, if I’m honest. Both parents had different ones, so me n’ my siblins all got a weird sorta mashup..” he chuckled, shutting the cars hood.

“I’m done f’ the night. I’d work more, I could use the pay, but they’re cappin’ my ova time f’ the month.” He stretched.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, it's probably about time you stopped anyways.. don't want you overworkin' yourself.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Meh, I haven’t done that f’ years.” He clocked out, hanging up his .. apron thing idk what to call that. “Youse got anywhere t’ stay?”

[hearts4heels]

Uhhh.. not really. I just kinda wander around and.. sit at abandoned places. The kid's been stayin' with Kiki, and I visit the kid whenever I'm not, y'know.. caught up in my usual bullshit. Only place I can kinda call home is the circus.

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

“Well, when youse put it that way..” he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a ‘softie,’ y’know! The world could use more a them anyways..” he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you're right.

You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I’se’s a lucky guy! Miss ‘er every day, y’know.”

He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like it’d been in a crash.

“She was my world.. Ah, but I shouldn’t dwell on the past..”

[hearts4heels]

[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]

....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh— You meant her! She ain’t really m’ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, I’unno.” He shrugged “She’s fine, don’t worry. I love ‘er too, she’s real sweet. Jus’… not my real Ma, if that makes sense?”

[hearts4heels]

OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”No, no! Actually, she ‘adopted’ me fairly recently.. I don’t mind though! She’s real nice!” He smiled, before tearing out the car’s battery, heaving it over to the back counter. “Youse gots any family?”

[hearts4heels]

Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Ah, I get that. Some people jus’ ain’t good ‘nuff.” He started wiring in the new battery. “I don’t really talk t’ my family anymore eitha.” He shrugged “Jus’ gotta do what’s best for youse.”

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.

...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Yeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do ‘round here. Whaddya know ‘bout ‘em?”

[hearts4heels]

It was this guy named Yancy, or somethin'.. she met him by coincidence, asked him what prison was like since she was definitely ending up there soon. Think she's getting chased down by cops as we speak- ANYWAYS, she said he kinda spoke with the uhh.. "youse" thing and whatnot. Had a similar accent.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh, really? I’se nevah really met someone with my exact accent, if I’m honest. Both parents had different ones, so me n’ my siblins all got a weird sorta mashup..” he chuckled, shutting the cars hood.

“I’m done f’ the night. I’d work more, I could use the pay, but they’re cappin’ my ova time f’ the month.” He stretched.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, it's probably about time you stopped anyways.. don't want you overworkin' yourself.

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

“Well, when youse put it that way..” he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a ‘softie,’ y’know! The world could use more a them anyways..” he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you're right.

You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I’se’s a lucky guy! Miss ‘er every day, y’know.”

He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like it’d been in a crash.

“She was my world.. Ah, but I shouldn’t dwell on the past..”

[hearts4heels]

[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]

....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh— You meant her! She ain’t really m’ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, I’unno.” He shrugged “She’s fine, don’t worry. I love ‘er too, she’s real sweet. Jus’… not my real Ma, if that makes sense?”

[hearts4heels]

OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”No, no! Actually, she ‘adopted’ me fairly recently.. I don’t mind though! She’s real nice!” He smiled, before tearing out the car’s battery, heaving it over to the back counter. “Youse gots any family?”

[hearts4heels]

Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Ah, I get that. Some people jus’ ain’t good ‘nuff.” He started wiring in the new battery. “I don’t really talk t’ my family anymore eitha.” He shrugged “Jus’ gotta do what’s best for youse.”

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.

...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Yeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do ‘round here. Whaddya know ‘bout ‘em?”

[hearts4heels]

It was this guy named Yancy, or somethin'.. she met him by coincidence, asked him what prison was like since she was definitely ending up there soon. Think she's getting chased down by cops as we speak- ANYWAYS, she said he kinda spoke with the uhh.. "youse" thing and whatnot. Had a similar accent.

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

“Well, when youse put it that way..” he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a ‘softie,’ y’know! The world could use more a them anyways..” he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you're right.

You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I’se’s a lucky guy! Miss ‘er every day, y’know.”

He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like it’d been in a crash.

“She was my world.. Ah, but I shouldn’t dwell on the past..”

[hearts4heels]

[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]

....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh— You meant her! She ain’t really m’ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, I’unno.” He shrugged “She’s fine, don’t worry. I love ‘er too, she’s real sweet. Jus’… not my real Ma, if that makes sense?”

[hearts4heels]

OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”No, no! Actually, she ‘adopted’ me fairly recently.. I don’t mind though! She’s real nice!” He smiled, before tearing out the car’s battery, heaving it over to the back counter. “Youse gots any family?”

[hearts4heels]

Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Ah, I get that. Some people jus’ ain’t good ‘nuff.” He started wiring in the new battery. “I don’t really talk t’ my family anymore eitha.” He shrugged “Jus’ gotta do what’s best for youse.”

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.

...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

“Well, when youse put it that way..” he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a ‘softie,’ y’know! The world could use more a them anyways..” he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you're right.

You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I’se’s a lucky guy! Miss ‘er every day, y’know.”

He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like it’d been in a crash.

“She was my world.. Ah, but I shouldn’t dwell on the past..”

[hearts4heels]

[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]

....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh— You meant her! She ain’t really m’ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, I’unno.” He shrugged “She’s fine, don’t worry. I love ‘er too, she’s real sweet. Jus’… not my real Ma, if that makes sense?”

[hearts4heels]

OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”No, no! Actually, she ‘adopted’ me fairly recently.. I don’t mind though! She’s real nice!” He smiled, before tearing out the car’s battery, heaving it over to the back counter. “Youse gots any family?”

[hearts4heels]

Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

“Well, when youse put it that way..” he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a ‘softie,’ y’know! The world could use more a them anyways..” he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you're right.

You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I’se’s a lucky guy! Miss ‘er every day, y’know.”

He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like it’d been in a crash.

“She was my world.. Ah, but I shouldn’t dwell on the past..”

[hearts4heels]

[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]

....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Oh— You meant her! She ain’t really m’ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, I’unno.” He shrugged “She’s fine, don’t worry. I love ‘er too, she’s real sweet. Jus’… not my real Ma, if that makes sense?”

[hearts4heels]

OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

“Well, when youse put it that way..” he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a ‘softie,’ y’know! The world could use more a them anyways..” he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you're right.

You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I’se’s a lucky guy! Miss ‘er every day, y’know.”

He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like it’d been in a crash.

“She was my world.. Ah, but I shouldn’t dwell on the past..”

[hearts4heels]

[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]

....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

“Well, when youse put it that way..” he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a ‘softie,’ y’know! The world could use more a them anyways..” he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.

[hearts4heels]

Yeah, you're right.

You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”Everyone’s got issues they need t’ talk about sometimes! I like bein’ there, y’know? I’se don’t wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.” He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.

[hearts4heels]

Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

”That’s rough.” He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.

“I don’t blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldn’t want ‘em knowin’ some of these shitty things i’se done. Wasn’t the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right t’ know, considerin’ it’s yer current lifestyle. I’unno, though.”

He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.

“Fifteen’s old ‘nuff t’ know, but not old ‘nuff t’ make a choice like that. Swap ‘em. Every otha week or sum.”

[hearts4heels]

[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]

I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.

...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..

[jack-does-mechanics]

”I see. Wanna talk about it?” [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]

[hearts4heels]

Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.

Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.

[jack-does-mechanics]

[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]

- @hearts4heels

Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closet— The kind that don’t get used often— for work. He was working over time, but he wasn’t the only one doing so.

[hearts4heels]

[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]

Hey dickhead. :o)

[jack-does-mechanics]

”gGAH-“ He jumped, dropping the multitool he’d been cleaning, spinning around. “Ah- oh, it’s youse.. Don’t scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?”

[hearts4heels]

[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]

Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..