🎩 * || " The RingLeader. " || * 🎩

" 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝑺𝑬𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵 fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ 𝕎ℝ𝕆ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔼 𝕺𝖀𝕿. "

[the-joyful-carnival]

“I learn something new about you.. every day.” ~~~

About Joy Mod:

I’m an adult.

I’ve been in the PPT fandom for years, ever since the first Chapter 1 trailers dropped.

I’m hyperfixated on PPT ONLY.

I can’t tell tone through text. Please use tone tags.

I’m genderfluid and use any pronouns.

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Rules:

There will be mentions of experimentation, medical procedures, gore, injury, etc on this blog. Take caution.

Remain appropriate with asks/roleplays unless stated otherwise. There are times where I will open up NSFW/flirty asks REGARDING JOY ONLY.

No godmodding/powerplaying. It’s very unfair, and bores anyone out extremely quickly. Let ME handle MY muse, thank you.

No proshippers/darkshippers, political accounts, blank blogs, radqueers, etc etc. Stay out.

Do not send asks relating to babies/youth potions/etc. You will immediately be blocked and called out. I will not play around about this.

Now that Joy is a Proto, they will NOT be in the same timeline as the canon Proto. It’s more or less like an AU where Ollie isn’t present and the plot takes a few different turns, but still remains in the same premise. They are not named Ollie.

Any asks about dragging Carnie (Joy’s adopted son) or Gremlin (Joy’s hunter) into any NSFW shenanigans will be deleted. They are both kids.

Please ask for permission to harm/injure Joy. Do not kill them off.

No Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss or The Freak Circus fans are allowed. Personal boundaries + I hate those fandoms.

Minors are not allowed on this blog as of the new 18+ change, but if you are a minor and had a relationship with me before the change, you’re allowed in.

Do not mention Poppy. Joy doesn’t have a Poppy.

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Links:

Rework in Progress!

Joy

Carnie

Preston and Gremlin

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Characters within this blog:

The Joy/Charlie Woods (Muse)

Gremlin (Hunter/Assistant/Best Friend)

Preston (Friend)

Carnie (Adopted Son)

Vermin (???)

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Tags:

 🎭 ~ The Arrival ;; IC

🎪 ~ The Retreat ;; OOC

🎡 ~ The Heeding ;; Reblogs

🎟 ~ The Answers ;; Answered Asks

🎠 ~ The Messenger ;; Mod Speaks

🃏 ~ The Fool ;; Carnie

🎩 ~ The Ringleader ;; Joy

🧸 ~ The Performer ;; Gremlin

🪡 ~ The Thread ;; Preston

~~~ “Infinity will be LONELY.”

[the-joyful-carnival]

ahem.. Joy, you are a cat, right? (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;)

Star Kitty look at Joy*

You're not fucking allowed here.

You called the Prototype your "husband", and the fact that you've harassed Joy before when I started this blog is annoying. I also had you blocked on your other account but you just had to crawl back here.

You're just a weird person overall. You even made an AU solely just to simp for Ollie. I've seen your art with your oc showing off your bra. I'm not dumb.

Don't ever touch my blog or interact with me nor Joy ever again.

Better yet, don't interact with anyone in the Protoverse AT ALL.

Stay away from me. You don't even get an answered ask IC.

Weirdo.

Joy wouldn't like you anyway.

[the-joyful-carnival]

"..joy?"

[He wandered closer into paradise, head listing side to side curiously as he looked at... whatever had become of Paradise's Leader..]

"...are you okay...? i was u-um.. sent to check on you.."

[Carefully, claws itched at unexposed arms hiding under loose cloth, nervously digging into godly flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood, of course....]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

"Eep-"

The Joy looks at.. who was this? They never saw him before, have they?

Then, something clicks. They remembered..

"..Arty? My prince.. I.. you look different.. why are you..?"

..remembered wrong.

They were.. confused. Very confused. They look down at themselves, wondering why they were dressed like a ringleader and made of metal and plush materials, and they look back at Art.

"..your skin's glittery too.."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Now he picked a side, head listing further to touch his shoulder as he tensed, hiding his arms from sight and trying to cover up, fluffier wings shielding him while the glowing crown bounced over his head.]

"i-i-it is...?"

"..is that.. b-bad.."

[He didn't even register when Joy called him their Prince, instead focusing on trying to hide himself- but he couldn't bear it- he was so... itchy... itchy and weird feeling...]

"mmnnhh..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Mhm.. so sparkly.. so pretty.."

The Joy admires Art for a few seconds, taking in his glittery skin, until they return their attention to talking to him.

"How come you don't have your horn..? I thought you'd have it by now.. and you don't.. look like that.."

..are they confusing him for a different Art?

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"my... horn..? w-what-"

[He took a few steps back, looking around a bit, before getting a piercing headache- ow- ow- ow- ow-...]

[A hand went to hold his head and... is that a bump he felt?]

"oww.... h...huh?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Oh-! Are you okay..?"

The Joy approaches him and gently removes his hand, seeing the bump on his forehead. There it was..

"Oh.. your horn is growing in.."

They gently, ever so gently, run a claw against the bump, admiring it fondly.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He froze, nearly going limp as he allowed himself to be touched and moved... why? He suddenly felt so... docile.... no longer scared of Joy... of.... joy.... the pain in his forehead dulled finally, the bump slowly cracking through his (what once was an) unbreakable mask, turning into a nub, then a point, and then a glossy and freshly formed horn... sensitive to ache and touch...]

"h..horn...? why... wh-whats happening....?"

[Now he was so dazed and dizzy, swaying slightly and looking around, was he gonna fall?]

"..mmnnh.... papa....?"

[...]

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Shhh shh.. I'm here, Arty.."

The Joy moves their hand away from the freshly grown horn, before wrapping their arms around him to comfort him up close in a hug. They made sure not to irritate Art's horn, being gentle with their arms.

"I got you.. just hold on, Arty.. don't fall."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He was just.. limp.... like a little dolly... before arms and weakened wings reached up to return the hug... he pressed the side of his head against Joy's body, soothing slowly...]

"mmn.. it hurt.... why'd it... hurt..."

[A softer mumbled escaped him, as he eased further, not happy or sad but... dazed.. slightly just.. not all there... in a way....]

"my legs are sore..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

The Joy sits down comfortably on the floor, front legs crossing over as they settled down with Art in their arms. They carefully lift Art up to cradle him in their grasp so he could rest.

"My legs are sore too.. I think.. why do I have so many, though? Normally I have four.."

They didn't like their spider legs at all.. they were a unicorn, not a spider or a cat!

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"mmnhh... iono papa... something weird is going on..."

[His own four deer like legs curled inward, while the wings on his back folded to not get stuck in an odd position. He still tried his best to hold onto Joy, one arm slipping down however.]

"why do I have so many pairs of wings...? when did i become an alicorn..? i-i don't remember that... ..do alicorns have this many wings...?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Um.. you're not supposed to have wings.. definitely not now too.."

They were confused on why Art even have wings in the first place.. and deer-like legs too.. how odd. He doesn't seem like a unicorn..

..for now.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"am i... s-sick? a-are we sick..? i'm scared papa..."

[He shifted slightly, moving more to face inward at Joy, pressing against them, yearning for more comfort... little fleshy hands grasping at fabric clothing covering the Joys' plush and metal body...]

[...]

[the-joyful-carnival]

"I don't think so.. at least, I don't feel sick..-"

The Joy feels their horn begin to vibrate, a glow taking over before a burst of magic shot out and hit the nearest wall, leaving a burn scorch across the surface. Seemed like a sneeze..

They reach up to touch their horn, before sharply inhaling and pulling their hand back right away from touching that poor sensitive hurting horn.

"Ah.. ow.. it hurts.."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"a-are you ok papa..?"

[The filly boy looked worried for Joy now, grasping a little harder and looking up at them, a but frightened...]

"mine hurts too..."

[That one hand that wasn't grasping at his "Papa" now moved to feel his own horn, wincing but gently touching still, feeling the smoothness of it.. that ache didn't dull yet though... it still hurt and was so fresh...]

[the-joyful-carnival]

"I'm fine, little foal.. I'm fine.. my horn just hurts.."

The Joy tries to stand in order to wander off and find a more comfortable spot to sit, but their legs wobbled under them, making them plop right back onto the floor. Having six legs shouldn’t be so hard to use, but why were they so.. weak?

They were.. so confused. Why were they here? Why were they in Paradise? How did they get inside a toy factory?

[the-joyful-carnival]

Joy are you uh... feeling well...

and also didn't you like hurt Art a bunch of times in the past???

"Wh- I- no, no I didn't.. I'd never hurt Art.. what are you talking about..??"

"I'm.. fine.. I'm fine.."

[the-joyful-carnival]

why is art calling you papa? aren't you CARNIES papa?

"Ah, who's Carnie..? I only know Art and Ollie.. they are both my sons.."

[the-joyful-carnival]

so... whats happening- whatd i miss...

"Um.. I.. I don't know.. who are you..?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

"..joy?"

[He wandered closer into paradise, head listing side to side curiously as he looked at... whatever had become of Paradise's Leader..]

"...are you okay...? i was u-um.. sent to check on you.."

[Carefully, claws itched at unexposed arms hiding under loose cloth, nervously digging into godly flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood, of course....]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

"Eep-"

The Joy looks at.. who was this? They never saw him before, have they?

Then, something clicks. They remembered..

"..Arty? My prince.. I.. you look different.. why are you..?"

..remembered wrong.

They were.. confused. Very confused. They look down at themselves, wondering why they were dressed like a ringleader and made of metal and plush materials, and they look back at Art.

"..your skin's glittery too.."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Now he picked a side, head listing further to touch his shoulder as he tensed, hiding his arms from sight and trying to cover up, fluffier wings shielding him while the glowing crown bounced over his head.]

"i-i-it is...?"

"..is that.. b-bad.."

[He didn't even register when Joy called him their Prince, instead focusing on trying to hide himself- but he couldn't bear it- he was so... itchy... itchy and weird feeling...]

"mmnnhh..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Mhm.. so sparkly.. so pretty.."

The Joy admires Art for a few seconds, taking in his glittery skin, until they return their attention to talking to him.

"How come you don't have your horn..? I thought you'd have it by now.. and you don't.. look like that.."

..are they confusing him for a different Art?

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"my... horn..? w-what-"

[He took a few steps back, looking around a bit, before getting a piercing headache- ow- ow- ow- ow-...]

[A hand went to hold his head and... is that a bump he felt?]

"oww.... h...huh?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Oh-! Are you okay..?"

The Joy approaches him and gently removes his hand, seeing the bump on his forehead. There it was..

"Oh.. your horn is growing in.."

They gently, ever so gently, run a claw against the bump, admiring it fondly.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He froze, nearly going limp as he allowed himself to be touched and moved... why? He suddenly felt so... docile.... no longer scared of Joy... of.... joy.... the pain in his forehead dulled finally, the bump slowly cracking through his (what once was an) unbreakable mask, turning into a nub, then a point, and then a glossy and freshly formed horn... sensitive to ache and touch...]

"h..horn...? why... wh-whats happening....?"

[Now he was so dazed and dizzy, swaying slightly and looking around, was he gonna fall?]

"..mmnnh.... papa....?"

[...]

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Shhh shh.. I'm here, Arty.."

The Joy moves their hand away from the freshly grown horn, before wrapping their arms around him to comfort him up close in a hug. They made sure not to irritate Art's horn, being gentle with their arms.

"I got you.. just hold on, Arty.. don't fall."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He was just.. limp.... like a little dolly... before arms and weakened wings reached up to return the hug... he pressed the side of his head against Joy's body, soothing slowly...]

"mmn.. it hurt.... why'd it... hurt..."

[A softer mumbled escaped him, as he eased further, not happy or sad but... dazed.. slightly just.. not all there... in a way....]

"my legs are sore..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

The Joy sits down comfortably on the floor, front legs crossing over as they settled down with Art in their arms. They carefully lift Art up to cradle him in their grasp so he could rest.

"My legs are sore too.. I think.. why do I have so many, though? Normally I have four.."

They didn't like their spider legs at all.. they were a unicorn, not a spider or a cat!

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"mmnhh... iono papa... something weird is going on..."

[His own four deer like legs curled inward, while the wings on his back folded to not get stuck in an odd position. He still tried his best to hold onto Joy, one arm slipping down however.]

"why do I have so many pairs of wings...? when did i become an alicorn..? i-i don't remember that... ..do alicorns have this many wings...?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Um.. you're not supposed to have wings.. definitely not now too.."

They were confused on why Art even have wings in the first place.. and deer-like legs too.. how odd. He doesn't seem like a unicorn..

..for now.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"am i... s-sick? a-are we sick..? i'm scared papa..."

[He shifted slightly, moving more to face inward at Joy, pressing against them, yearning for more comfort... little fleshy hands grasping at fabric clothing covering the Joys' plush and metal body...]

[...]

[the-joyful-carnival]

"I don't think so.. at least, I don't feel sick..-"

The Joy feels their horn begin to vibrate, a glow taking over before a burst of magic shot out and hit the nearest wall, leaving a burn scorch across the surface. Seemed like a sneeze..

They reach up to touch their horn, before sharply inhaling and pulling their hand back right away from touching that poor sensitive hurting horn.

"Ah.. ow.. it hurts.."

[the-joyful-carnival]

"..joy?"

[He wandered closer into paradise, head listing side to side curiously as he looked at... whatever had become of Paradise's Leader..]

"...are you okay...? i was u-um.. sent to check on you.."

[Carefully, claws itched at unexposed arms hiding under loose cloth, nervously digging into godly flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood, of course....]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

"Eep-"

The Joy looks at.. who was this? They never saw him before, have they?

Then, something clicks. They remembered..

"..Arty? My prince.. I.. you look different.. why are you..?"

..remembered wrong.

They were.. confused. Very confused. They look down at themselves, wondering why they were dressed like a ringleader and made of metal and plush materials, and they look back at Art.

"..your skin's glittery too.."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Now he picked a side, head listing further to touch his shoulder as he tensed, hiding his arms from sight and trying to cover up, fluffier wings shielding him while the glowing crown bounced over his head.]

"i-i-it is...?"

"..is that.. b-bad.."

[He didn't even register when Joy called him their Prince, instead focusing on trying to hide himself- but he couldn't bear it- he was so... itchy... itchy and weird feeling...]

"mmnnhh..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Mhm.. so sparkly.. so pretty.."

The Joy admires Art for a few seconds, taking in his glittery skin, until they return their attention to talking to him.

"How come you don't have your horn..? I thought you'd have it by now.. and you don't.. look like that.."

..are they confusing him for a different Art?

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"my... horn..? w-what-"

[He took a few steps back, looking around a bit, before getting a piercing headache- ow- ow- ow- ow-...]

[A hand went to hold his head and... is that a bump he felt?]

"oww.... h...huh?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Oh-! Are you okay..?"

The Joy approaches him and gently removes his hand, seeing the bump on his forehead. There it was..

"Oh.. your horn is growing in.."

They gently, ever so gently, run a claw against the bump, admiring it fondly.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He froze, nearly going limp as he allowed himself to be touched and moved... why? He suddenly felt so... docile.... no longer scared of Joy... of.... joy.... the pain in his forehead dulled finally, the bump slowly cracking through his (what once was an) unbreakable mask, turning into a nub, then a point, and then a glossy and freshly formed horn... sensitive to ache and touch...]

"h..horn...? why... wh-whats happening....?"

[Now he was so dazed and dizzy, swaying slightly and looking around, was he gonna fall?]

"..mmnnh.... papa....?"

[...]

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Shhh shh.. I'm here, Arty.."

The Joy moves their hand away from the freshly grown horn, before wrapping their arms around him to comfort him up close in a hug. They made sure not to irritate Art's horn, being gentle with their arms.

"I got you.. just hold on, Arty.. don't fall."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He was just.. limp.... like a little dolly... before arms and weakened wings reached up to return the hug... he pressed the side of his head against Joy's body, soothing slowly...]

"mmn.. it hurt.... why'd it... hurt..."

[A softer mumbled escaped him, as he eased further, not happy or sad but... dazed.. slightly just.. not all there... in a way....]

"my legs are sore..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

The Joy sits down comfortably on the floor, front legs crossing over as they settled down with Art in their arms. They carefully lift Art up to cradle him in their grasp so he could rest.

"My legs are sore too.. I think.. why do I have so many, though? Normally I have four.."

They didn't like their spider legs at all.. they were a unicorn, not a spider or a cat!

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"mmnhh... iono papa... something weird is going on..."

[His own four deer like legs curled inward, while the wings on his back folded to not get stuck in an odd position. He still tried his best to hold onto Joy, one arm slipping down however.]

"why do I have so many pairs of wings...? when did i become an alicorn..? i-i don't remember that... ..do alicorns have this many wings...?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Um.. you're not supposed to have wings.. definitely not now too.."

They were confused on why Art even have wings in the first place.. and deer-like legs too.. how odd. He doesn't seem like a unicorn..

..for now.

[the-joyful-carnival]

"..joy?"

[He wandered closer into paradise, head listing side to side curiously as he looked at... whatever had become of Paradise's Leader..]

"...are you okay...? i was u-um.. sent to check on you.."

[Carefully, claws itched at unexposed arms hiding under loose cloth, nervously digging into godly flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood, of course....]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

"Eep-"

The Joy looks at.. who was this? They never saw him before, have they?

Then, something clicks. They remembered..

"..Arty? My prince.. I.. you look different.. why are you..?"

..remembered wrong.

They were.. confused. Very confused. They look down at themselves, wondering why they were dressed like a ringleader and made of metal and plush materials, and they look back at Art.

"..your skin's glittery too.."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Now he picked a side, head listing further to touch his shoulder as he tensed, hiding his arms from sight and trying to cover up, fluffier wings shielding him while the glowing crown bounced over his head.]

"i-i-it is...?"

"..is that.. b-bad.."

[He didn't even register when Joy called him their Prince, instead focusing on trying to hide himself- but he couldn't bear it- he was so... itchy... itchy and weird feeling...]

"mmnnhh..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Mhm.. so sparkly.. so pretty.."

The Joy admires Art for a few seconds, taking in his glittery skin, until they return their attention to talking to him.

"How come you don't have your horn..? I thought you'd have it by now.. and you don't.. look like that.."

..are they confusing him for a different Art?

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"my... horn..? w-what-"

[He took a few steps back, looking around a bit, before getting a piercing headache- ow- ow- ow- ow-...]

[A hand went to hold his head and... is that a bump he felt?]

"oww.... h...huh?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Oh-! Are you okay..?"

The Joy approaches him and gently removes his hand, seeing the bump on his forehead. There it was..

"Oh.. your horn is growing in.."

They gently, ever so gently, run a claw against the bump, admiring it fondly.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He froze, nearly going limp as he allowed himself to be touched and moved... why? He suddenly felt so... docile.... no longer scared of Joy... of.... joy.... the pain in his forehead dulled finally, the bump slowly cracking through his (what once was an) unbreakable mask, turning into a nub, then a point, and then a glossy and freshly formed horn... sensitive to ache and touch...]

"h..horn...? why... wh-whats happening....?"

[Now he was so dazed and dizzy, swaying slightly and looking around, was he gonna fall?]

"..mmnnh.... papa....?"

[...]

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Shhh shh.. I'm here, Arty.."

The Joy moves their hand away from the freshly grown horn, before wrapping their arms around him to comfort him up close in a hug. They made sure not to irritate Art's horn, being gentle with their arms.

"I got you.. just hold on, Arty.. don't fall."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He was just.. limp.... like a little dolly... before arms and weakened wings reached up to return the hug... he pressed the side of his head against Joy's body, soothing slowly...]

"mmn.. it hurt.... why'd it... hurt..."

[A softer mumbled escaped him, as he eased further, not happy or sad but... dazed.. slightly just.. not all there... in a way....]

"my legs are sore..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

The Joy sits down comfortably on the floor, front legs crossing over as they settled down with Art in their arms. They carefully lift Art up to cradle him in their grasp so he could rest.

"My legs are sore too.. I think.. why do I have so many, though? Normally I have four.."

They didn't like their spider legs at all.. they were a unicorn, not a spider or a cat!

[the-joyful-carnival]

"..joy?"

[He wandered closer into paradise, head listing side to side curiously as he looked at... whatever had become of Paradise's Leader..]

"...are you okay...? i was u-um.. sent to check on you.."

[Carefully, claws itched at unexposed arms hiding under loose cloth, nervously digging into godly flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood, of course....]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

"Eep-"

The Joy looks at.. who was this? They never saw him before, have they?

Then, something clicks. They remembered..

"..Arty? My prince.. I.. you look different.. why are you..?"

..remembered wrong.

They were.. confused. Very confused. They look down at themselves, wondering why they were dressed like a ringleader and made of metal and plush materials, and they look back at Art.

"..your skin's glittery too.."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Now he picked a side, head listing further to touch his shoulder as he tensed, hiding his arms from sight and trying to cover up, fluffier wings shielding him while the glowing crown bounced over his head.]

"i-i-it is...?"

"..is that.. b-bad.."

[He didn't even register when Joy called him their Prince, instead focusing on trying to hide himself- but he couldn't bear it- he was so... itchy... itchy and weird feeling...]

"mmnnhh..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Mhm.. so sparkly.. so pretty.."

The Joy admires Art for a few seconds, taking in his glittery skin, until they return their attention to talking to him.

"How come you don't have your horn..? I thought you'd have it by now.. and you don't.. look like that.."

..are they confusing him for a different Art?

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"my... horn..? w-what-"

[He took a few steps back, looking around a bit, before getting a piercing headache- ow- ow- ow- ow-...]

[A hand went to hold his head and... is that a bump he felt?]

"oww.... h...huh?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Oh-! Are you okay..?"

The Joy approaches him and gently removes his hand, seeing the bump on his forehead. There it was..

"Oh.. your horn is growing in.."

They gently, ever so gently, run a claw against the bump, admiring it fondly.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He froze, nearly going limp as he allowed himself to be touched and moved... why? He suddenly felt so... docile.... no longer scared of Joy... of.... joy.... the pain in his forehead dulled finally, the bump slowly cracking through his (what once was an) unbreakable mask, turning into a nub, then a point, and then a glossy and freshly formed horn... sensitive to ache and touch...]

"h..horn...? why... wh-whats happening....?"

[Now he was so dazed and dizzy, swaying slightly and looking around, was he gonna fall?]

"..mmnnh.... papa....?"

[...]

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Shhh shh.. I'm here, Arty.."

The Joy moves their hand away from the freshly grown horn, before wrapping their arms around him to comfort him up close in a hug. They made sure not to irritate Art's horn, being gentle with their arms.

"I got you.. just hold on, Arty.. don't fall."

[the-joyful-carnival]

"..joy?"

[He wandered closer into paradise, head listing side to side curiously as he looked at... whatever had become of Paradise's Leader..]

"...are you okay...? i was u-um.. sent to check on you.."

[Carefully, claws itched at unexposed arms hiding under loose cloth, nervously digging into godly flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood, of course....]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

"Eep-"

The Joy looks at.. who was this? They never saw him before, have they?

Then, something clicks. They remembered..

"..Arty? My prince.. I.. you look different.. why are you..?"

..remembered wrong.

They were.. confused. Very confused. They look down at themselves, wondering why they were dressed like a ringleader and made of metal and plush materials, and they look back at Art.

"..your skin's glittery too.."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Now he picked a side, head listing further to touch his shoulder as he tensed, hiding his arms from sight and trying to cover up, fluffier wings shielding him while the glowing crown bounced over his head.]

"i-i-it is...?"

"..is that.. b-bad.."

[He didn't even register when Joy called him their Prince, instead focusing on trying to hide himself- but he couldn't bear it- he was so... itchy... itchy and weird feeling...]

"mmnnhh..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Mhm.. so sparkly.. so pretty.."

The Joy admires Art for a few seconds, taking in his glittery skin, until they return their attention to talking to him.

"How come you don't have your horn..? I thought you'd have it by now.. and you don't.. look like that.."

..are they confusing him for a different Art?

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"my... horn..? w-what-"

[He took a few steps back, looking around a bit, before getting a piercing headache- ow- ow- ow- ow-...]

[A hand went to hold his head and... is that a bump he felt?]

"oww.... h...huh?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Oh-! Are you okay..?"

The Joy approaches him and gently removes his hand, seeing the bump on his forehead. There it was..

"Oh.. your horn is growing in.."

They gently, ever so gently, run a claw against the bump, admiring it fondly.

[the-joyful-carnival]

"..joy?"

[He wandered closer into paradise, head listing side to side curiously as he looked at... whatever had become of Paradise's Leader..]

"...are you okay...? i was u-um.. sent to check on you.."

[Carefully, claws itched at unexposed arms hiding under loose cloth, nervously digging into godly flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood, of course....]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

"Eep-"

The Joy looks at.. who was this? They never saw him before, have they?

Then, something clicks. They remembered..

"..Arty? My prince.. I.. you look different.. why are you..?"

..remembered wrong.

They were.. confused. Very confused. They look down at themselves, wondering why they were dressed like a ringleader and made of metal and plush materials, and they look back at Art.

"..your skin's glittery too.."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Now he picked a side, head listing further to touch his shoulder as he tensed, hiding his arms from sight and trying to cover up, fluffier wings shielding him while the glowing crown bounced over his head.]

"i-i-it is...?"

"..is that.. b-bad.."

[He didn't even register when Joy called him their Prince, instead focusing on trying to hide himself- but he couldn't bear it- he was so... itchy... itchy and weird feeling...]

"mmnnhh..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

"Mhm.. so sparkly.. so pretty.."

The Joy admires Art for a few seconds, taking in his glittery skin, until they return their attention to talking to him.

"How come you don't have your horn..? I thought you'd have it by now.. and you don't.. look like that.."

..are they confusing him for a different Art?

[the-joyful-carnival]

"..joy?"

[He wandered closer into paradise, head listing side to side curiously as he looked at... whatever had become of Paradise's Leader..]

"...are you okay...? i was u-um.. sent to check on you.."

[Carefully, claws itched at unexposed arms hiding under loose cloth, nervously digging into godly flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood, of course....]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

"Eep-"

The Joy looks at.. who was this? They never saw him before, have they?

Then, something clicks. They remembered..

"..Arty? My prince.. I.. you look different.. why are you..?"

..remembered wrong.

They were.. confused. Very confused. They look down at themselves, wondering why they were dressed like a ringleader and made of metal and plush materials, and they look back at Art.

"..your skin's glittery too.."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

You could.. I don't know if they'll recognize you.

"...o-okay.."

[He wandered off from... well... wherever he was... he didn't know where he ended up and.. was kind of lost but.... hopefully he'll make it there... right?]

[and why is he suddenly so.. quiet...]

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

Joy is turning into a unicorn. They don't even remember who they are or who we are. I doubt they'd remember you too...

"O-Oh- oh.. thats... n-not good- I-I-"

[He sat up and paced around- he.. feels so weird now too.. is that... glitter? Oh no.]

[A new crown seemed to permanently float above his head too, following his movements with a slight delay. He looked around, a bit more.. frantic now- goodness what was happening...]

"S-Should I go.. s-see them-? O-Or-"

"or..."

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

Art.. something is happening with Joy. They're, like, turning into a unicorn??

"...huh?"

[Wait, what happened? Was that... just a dream-? Eugh, his head hurts...]

"w-what do you.. mean..."

[the-joyful-carnival]

UH OH UH OH OHHHH BOY- THAT AINT GOOD

“Huh-? Wh.. what are you..? You’re a little.. gray person..”

Joy..?