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"You know, Ringmaster, I think I would rather be trapped without exit in Fusion's dimension for a month than willingly spend a day in your realm."
The mere mention of them makes it flinch..
"Wh- What!? What? What?"
The Ringmaster settles enough to stop its frantic loop, though its now gained another pair of floating eyes.. They dart their gaze in pure paranoia.
"I.. I suppose such a domain is.. fine enough..?"
Any sharp retorts on the beauty of its own die on its tongue...
Fusion giggles loudly, dropping their arms back to their side. Each movement makes their bells jingle, the sound echoing in the empty space of the stage.
“Don’t be silly, you haven’t seen anything yet!”
With that they skip over to the Ringmaster and grab its arm again. This both invades its space and helps it to not fall over again.
“C’mon c’mon, let’s go! I’ve gotta show you around!!”
-Fusion
The Ringmaster still manages to stumble and lag behind despite being anchored to Fusion, something that makes it realize it isn't floating- It tries, it really does, but the ability pops and fizzles like a broken circuit board...
Yes, the god suddenly finds itself... grounded, and with that comes everything else- the sensation of breath in nonexistent lungs,
"W- wait!"
The sting of eyes that now blink,
"Please, I.."
The sheer heaviness of having a true physical body-
"I can't quite-"
It's disorienting beyond measure- this isn't its domain- and yet, it can't exactly linger on it while learning how to jog for the first time and hearing the persistent jingling of those wretched bells the child has!
⚠️TW: Sui Ideation and Religious Trauma
I did not expect this question… What else could a Protostar be here for? This is what they do. This is what I do… what I try so hard to do…
But, of course, It can still see the transgressions of this repast in Its path. It can see right through the snake-shaped mask of this traveler. This is a man who is so terribly lost, and yet, he is exactly where he planned to be. The traveler’s issue is that they did not expect to get so far, nor that they would be alive for so long that they would need to continue to wrestle with these thoughts.
And despite it all, the Ringmaster was being so terribly gentle with him. This only causes more hot tears to fall from his eyes. Were it not for Its invisible grip, hyperventilation would surely follow. Instead, breaths and thoughts come slowly, but an answer is eventually formed. “My name… is Isami… and I came here… for answers… I am so lost… and confused… I just wanted to find the truth… or die… knowing that I tried…"
-Isami/Hapless
It gives a sympathetic hum, making the very atmosphere hum with sudden energy. It's voice has notably softened- venom coated in molasses.
"A noble pursuit, that I do commend. The brute force tactic does seem... unsuited to one of your physique."
Your tears are no longer wiped away, the god instead clasps the other's hands as it makes its next demand.
"No need for dramatics, Isami, if you would, confess for me? Ask away! Know I am always here, that I do wish to share my amassed knowledge, even if my reputation is rather a... Cumbersome beast."
It goes genuinely motionless now, not twitching nor showing the rise and fall of breathing.
It's ravenously waiting.
As soon as those words pass the Ringmaster’s lips, an excited gasp comes from Fusion. Their eyes are huge and round and they abruptly grab the older god’s hand in their own.
“Ooh, I can show you!!”
Before it can pull away- before it can even react to the contact- there’s a sudden, dizzying pull and the Backstage melts away.
Now, both gods are on a stage.
An unfamiliar stage.
The curtains are drawn, the rest of the theatre obscured by dizzyingly large curtains of deep red velvet. The floor beneath their feet is a deep wood that reflects gentle rainbow in the dim light.
Fusion lets go of the Ringmaster and steps away. They spread open their arms and do a light spin, bells jingling and clinking together.
“Welcome to my Theatre, Ringmaster! I hope you enjoy your stay!”
-Fusion
It's so instantaneous, so absolutely aprupt, dizzying and nauseating-
The Ringmaster, grand god of ceremonies, the scaled devil itself... Trips onto its back. It loudly clatters to the floor, but the sound is rather drowned out by its sharp, almost painful, gasps.
It fully flinches back at the other's voice, crying out, closing its eyes- which seem to be fluctuating in numbers- before swallowing and..
"Wh- what? Your... A- ah! This... Oh gods."
The god's eyes- now extremely dilated- rapidly flit from them to the floor and the curtains an-
"Fuck. Fuck. Ffffuck fuck ohhh oh no this-"
It lets out a breathless laugh, only then pulling itself together enough to stand. It looks ready to topple over from a light breeze, violently trembling.
"Y- yes, it was a stupid assumption.. of- of course you can..! Can.. transfer. How else would you have gotten here! H- ha!"
It grips its head, blinking to get the world to stop spinning quite as much...
"Erm.. it's... L- lovely..?"
“Course!”
Like a flip was switched, Fusion’s face instantly becomes the epitome of childish interest. While their smile still shows sharp and very familiar teeth, it looks a lot… friendlier. Ish.
The two snakes that make up the younger’s bow move slowly, tasting the air and hissing softly. For the moment they don’t look hostile, simply curious.
“Let’s see if your backstage is cooler than mine!”
-Fusion
Veering to the stage's side, the Ringmaster's pace is mildly urgent, each step an effort to gain distance from its circus' new spectator- not that it would ever let that be known.
The 'wings,' it seems, act as a transitional space. The ever shifting, dizzying lights of the showroom dim to simple warmth, the soundless floorboards to the soft shuffling of shoes on carpet. The god constantly twists its fingers, puppeteering.. something.
The crossover goes on for a while...
"On the subject, I know little of other lands: what is your domain? I presume it differs much from mine?"
As emphasis, it gestures absently to the knickknacks surrounding them.
"Hiya Ringmaster!! <3"
The Antlered Entity pops into the Ringmaster's room, without asking for any sort of permission.
"I brought you a gift!! Have fun, byeee!!!"
I toss it the cat toys I brought, and promptly disappear to another part of the circus.
It fumbles to catch it and, with some experimental shaking of the odd trinkets, quickly becomes utterly enraptured in the joy and whimsy they provide!
It immediately forgets about the being who gave it such lovely gifts.
"Ringmaster, may I give you pets on the head?"
It cautiously looks around, closes the curtains with a tilt of the head, and bows. It stays there for around five minutes as you thoroughly ruffle its hair.
Considering itself sufficiently pet, the god straightens and clears its throat.
"Well! I found that shockingly delightful!"
You are given a small boon of bells before it ushers you out. The Ringmaster spends the rest of the day fixing its hair, making sure every strand is in its proper- perfect- space.
wow not even going to thank Kyra? What a dipshit
"The subject no longer interests me. Leave now."
You're given a vague 'shoo' motion. It doesn't look your way once.
"Are other sets important? Sequentiality provides natural follow through, it..."
Its ramblings are... Meaningless.
