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Ai Use In Fanfics?

yall maybe I'm going crazy but are people using ai to write their fanfics? I’ve been seeing more use of odd phrases paired with em dashes that you only really see in artificial responses. Stuff like ‘-the kind of threat that makes your throat go dry’. Idk maybe I’m insane or seeing something that’s not there but like fanfics are starting to read like ai.

#fanfic #ai generated #thoughts thoughts thoughts #questions #No ai pleaseeee

The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Twenty: Saved at Last

Chapter list: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen, Chapter Eighteen, Chapter Nineteen

Book Two on Wattpad titled: My Green Monster :)

Third POV:

In the middle of a small pitchdark tent, for at this point the candle had gone out, sat a girl who was staring blankly in the direction of one of the tent flaps. Her out of centered gaze looked rather glassy, looking more like a doll’s gaze than a human's.

She was sitting still, appearing almost motionless as she sat. Chest barely raising in her breaths, eyes never blinking contributing to their glossy look.

How long had she been sitting there she didn’t know. She stopped thinking what felt like an eternity ago but in reality couldn’t be more than a week. She hadn’t eaten in a while either, while she was asleep her captor brought food but she stopped touching it when she realized she was likely never going to escape.

She drank water regularly though, not wanting to waste away despite the hopeless feeling of being trapped in her mind.

How much longer till she gave out? How much longer until she died?

She didn’t want to die, no.

But the longer she remained trapped and in the dark the more likely an outcome it appeared.

Still, in the back of her mind she knew she was still hoping for a savior to appear. A savior who would tear down this damned Circus in order to find her, to hold her, to protect her.

Your POV:

You were hallucinating, you had to be. There were no noises happening outside your tent, no sounds of growling, snarling, or tentacles being torn. No yelling or screaming or fights. No, what you were hearing was not real.

You were day dreaming again.

Your mind was your biggest tormentor you suppose. If you were in any other situation you would’ve laughed at that realization, but in one as dire as this you just couldn’t bring yourself to.

Instead you pressed your hands hard into your head, hoping to block out the sounds coming out of it. Hoping to silence something you knew you were powerless against.

So you didn’t look up even when the sounds of running became louder outside your tent. Nor did you look at the sounds of a loud tear. You didn’t even look when something fell at your feet and grabbed your arms.

Or when you were pulled into someone's arms.

The bright light didn’t do anything to open your eyes either.

Your dreams were cruel. Constantly putting you through more and more torturous hallucinations where you were saved.

Tears began forming in your eyes and your hands began pushing away whatever ghost was grasping you. Constantly pushing and scratching the apparition who was clinging to you tighter, pulling you closer, and whispering sweet words into your ears. You were tired of this cycle, tired of going through hallucinations. Tired of thinking he was saving you when it was clearer then clear that he wasn’t.

You continued pushing away the spirit before a moment of clarity hit you and you paused.

While yes you had had hallucinations of this exact event happening multiple times previously, never before had you been able to touch your savior. Never before had you felt, to such a degree, the feeling of hands grasping your own, nor been able to smell the distinct scent of him before.

Within moments of these realisations you pulled back harshly from the one holding you and opened your eyes. It took a second for them to adjust, the light behind this person not helping your case at all since it had been so long since you had last seen it.

The blurriness gradually faded as you blinked harshly.

You dragged your gaze slowly up and down the body of your hero and froze.

You don’t recall crying out but you must’ve for his hands began reaching towards your face, trying his best to be gentle as he began wiping away your tears. Cradling your head as though you were fragile, and you guess you were.

You had been trapped for who knows how long, your mind was bound to be in the early stages of deterioration.

All you could do was sink into the warmth your green monster was giving you, thankful to finally be in his arms.

#tfc #tfc harlequin #tfc pierrot #tfc x reader #the freak circus pierrot #the freak circus x reader #thefreakcircus #the freak circus harlequin

The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Nineteen

Next Chapter: Chapter Twenty

It was safe to say you were bored beyond belief and on the verge of breaking down. Why did bad situations always seem to happen to you? Why did it always feel as though you were being singled out and targeted?

It wasn't fair. You shouldn't be trapped in a tent who knows where that didn't have any natural light and didn't open up to allow you out. You shouldn't be stuck in a room where only a cot and a now 1/3 full lamp were keeping you company.

You had sometimes dreamed about what you would do in a situation should you ever be kidnapped. You had thought you would be able to tough it out and be one of those fearless and daring female leads in the movies that were able to outsmart their captors and escape. You never thought you would be weak and helpless.

That acknowledgment and also the fact your captors weren't human was plaguing your mind and causing even more distress. Should you be able to leave the tent in the first place your escape wouldn't end there. Likely you were in some restricted area so you would be caught, possible harmed for revolting/acting out, and then placed back into a new cell, one that was likely even harder to escape from.

Despite your will you tears start to creep their way into your eyes, slowly blurring your vision before falling, leaving small water trails that gradually picked up speed until they were plopping into your lap at a rather quick rhythm.

You felt weak and useless. As though nothing you did from this point on would be of any use. Your limbs felt heavy, like 40 pound weights just hanging, forcing your shoulders down. Lifting them to wipe away your tears would be too much so you opted to just letting them hang.

Your head felt like a large rock, the weight and strain of holding it up was growing to be too much.

You should move around or at least attempt to get yourself out of this slump but you just couldn't bring yourself to do anything.

What would be the point?

You were slowly losing your mind and nobody cared.

Everyone had suspicions about the Circus and yet nobody complained to the mayor or asked the police to attain a warrant and check anything out. No, everyone just watched silently and then later gossiped and accused.

So that leaves you stuck here for however long they decided to keep you.

You wondered if Harlequin noticed you had disappeared. Wondered if he even cared. He likely didn't and had been leading you on the whole entire time. Playing with your emotions and using you for his entertainment.

Perhaps he was already aware of your kidnapping. If he was you wondered what reaction he had.

Did he laugh at the fact you were kidnapped, torn away from the comfort of your house in the middle of the night by one of his kind? Did he snicker and smirk as he considered the reaction you had upon such an event taking place.

Did he collude with Pierrot about this? Perhaps give him pointers and information regarding your habits so it would be easier to steal you away?

Did he know where you were hidden and just waiting for you to continue growing more and more desperate to be saved before swooping in last second like your prince of shining armor so that you would fawn over him.

Did he himself kidnap you just for the pleasure of betraying your trust?

Or...

Was he unaware of such an event taking place and currently looking all over for you. Was he desperate to see you and hold you.

You almost laughed aloud at the absurdity of that happening.

Why would Harlequin care about what happened to you. You were nothing but a toy for him to play with until he eventually grew tired and discarded you.

Resting your face into your hands you stuck to just staring at the ground, doing your best not to go insane.

Meanwhile...

Harlequin was going on a rampage within the Circus, tearing everything in his sight down and slicing any fool who was stupid enough to come into contact with him.

He couldn't smell your scent. It was only by the entrance that he could, anywhere else it was gone.

Had they purposefully done this. Was this their revenge for what happened with her? With the one he was forced to kill so that they could all survive? Was this their cruel revenge?

He felt himself losing his rationality as he returned to destroying everything. His usually clothed talons were out on full display as he sliced everything with them, spraying fabric, blood, and chunks of meat and bone as he went.

Vaguely he heard and saw the other members of his troupe coming out but he couldn't tell what exactly they were doing. Nor did he care when he laid his bloodshot eyes on Pierrot.

From an outside perspective Harlequin looked as though he were an actor, playing as the villain in a hyper realistic horror movie. The organs and bits and pieces of human flesh and bone staining his usually spotless green and black jester costume nor did the blood that was pouring from his clothes helping to refute that observation.

The fact that his eyes were pinpoints and vibrating from his anger didn't help either. His eyes appeared to be glowing as well, leaving little trails of neon green light. His mouth was hidden, no longer showing on his mask, and a dark shadow was cast over the top half of his face.

When he would move the bells on his hat would chime lightly, conveying a softness that was misleading given his menacing appearance.

By his sides his fingers were twitching, every now and then lashing out and destroying something in their wake.

He looked, in simple terms like a monster.

When he made eye contact with Pierrot everything went black.

And then it was as though he were watching himself from an outside perspective.

Watching as he suddenly disappeared and then reappeared right in front of Pierrot. Watching as he began attacking the said monster, repeatedly punching and clawing and kicking. Scratching him deep through his skin, piercing past skin muscle and tissue, carving right down to bone. Flaying off strip after strip of Pierrot's body.

He didn't stop even as his own body was cut and carved up. Didn't even stop when he felt daggers piercing his arms and chest. Didn't stop even as the other members began stepping in. Not caring if he hurt the others, realizing that they knew Pierrot had taken something that belonged to him and yet done nothing to stop him nor told Harlequin of the matter.

His anger led him to repeatedly pulverize Pierrot, not wanting to stop until the said guy was nothing but blood on the ground for him to stomp on and spit at.

With a burst of strength Harlequin tackled Pierrot and immobilized his limbs with his body and tentacles before grabbing Pierrot's head and repeatedly bashing it in, not stopping even as Pierrot's body grew limp.

No he went on and on and on until finally the other members were able to restrain him, but it wasn't easy.

No, by the time Harlequin was immobilized himself, all the members had pretty serious wounds that would've needed immediate treatment had they been humans.

Harlequin continued thrashing about in his confinements snarling insults at each of the members, gnashing his teeth as he fought for escape.

"Where is she"

Harlequin's tone offered no room for any arguments or retorts. He was livid, even more so considering he was now tied up.

When he wasn't answered he began fighting his restraints harder, scaring the others as he began making progress.

"I'll kill all of you once I'm free if you don't tell me right now"

His threat seemed to snap the others out of their shock as they traded looks with one another.

After what felt like an eternity but was really no more then 30 seconds or so Jester sighed before stepping forward.

His posture and facial appearance give him the look of an unbothered man, an appearance that would've kidded the ones around him if not for the blood that was dripping from several open wounds along his ripped costume.

"She's in XXX XXX"

Within mere seconds of your location being revealed, Harlequin was out of his bonds and gone.

He would get you out of your prison and keep you close to him from this point on. Never again would he allow you to fall victim to the cruelty of his troupe members.

No, from no on he would keep you close to him, he would protect you and keep you away from any and all possible threats to your safety.

Just hold on a few moments longer Y/N,

He's coming to save you

#the freak circus pierrot #the freak circus x reader #thefreakcircus #the freak circus harlequin #tfc x reader #tfc pierrot #tfc harlequin #tfc

The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Eighteen: He'll Get Revenge

Third POV

Harlequin didn't know the exact moment you began creeping your way into his mind. Didn't know when his jokes turned from teasing to flirting. Didn't know when he started wanting to see your disgustingly cute face turn red from his voice.

At first he had approached you simply because you told him you had Pierrot's special ticket, a ticket that would make you off limits to everyone else in their Circus. A ticket that had never been used in the XXX amount of years they'd been traveling.

This of course caught his attention so he wanted to take you away. He always had a thing for breaking the rules. That and he loved making Pierrot angry and jealous, the way that freak would become so heartbroken and pathetic satisfied Harlequin just as much as it disgusted him.

The way Pierrot was willing to appear weak and broken simply out of his love for another greatly grossed Harlequin out. The way the monster would portray himself as anything else was a show too funny to miss.

If MC found out Pierrot's true identity, she would obviously run away yelling and screaming about the anomaly. She would easily turn on him and call for the townspeople to fight back against them. Then they would be attacked, their things burned, and they would have to run away and start all over in a new town.

Yeah, Harlequin didn't believe that monsters and humans could ever fall in love and have something genuine without lying to each other in the end. How could they not? A human's natural predator were beasts, and a beast is just another less fancy term for monster. Furthermore, this was a world that despised creatures like Harlequin for simply being born.

Did he nor any of his colleagues ever ask to be monsters? To be born as everything's natural predators? No, they just happened to be created as such.

Monsters are portrayed as evil and deadly and vicious, but how was that fair when they simply did what it took to survive? Were they supposed to die? To just not feed themselves and starve simply because they could last years doing so?

No, before they were caught by the ringmasters greed they were kind and peaceful, they only turned dangerous once they had been exploited and tortured to the point of no return. They had been normal before the humans turned them into beasts.

This is why Harlequin wants to curl his lip whenever he sees the display of romance between his nemesis and MC. What they had was fake. None of it was real.

It may appear real now, but once the truth came out it wouldn't be. No, once that happens everything will change and not for the better.

Despite his line of thinking, however, Harlequin realizes he himself is a hypocrite. Everything that disgusts him about Pierrot he too seems to be doing.

He's begun doing unnecessary things with you like walking you home after your shift, constantly renewing your tickets personally, chatting with you after every single one of his shows, showing you around. Doing anything and everything to be closer to you.

An unfamiliar emotion pangs in his chest. It feels tight and as though something were squeezing out the air within. His heart was throbbing a little bit as well.

The foreign feeling not only confused him further but also annoyed him. He didn't appreciate the way you were inciting weakness in him.

Just why was he so captivated by you? What was it about you that had drawn him in?

Was it your eyes? Your personality? Your lips? Your beauty?

The more he wondered the more he finally understood what it was.

Looking back on it now it was among one of your first interactions with him.

When he had reached out his green ticket to you, offering it instead of the red one you had received from Pierrot. He remembered originally thinking how fun it would be to see the heartbroken expression on Pierrot's face when he realized that one of the two girls he appeared to be wooing was whisked away into the arms of his enemy.

The longer he had held out his ticket though, the more he felt that vision flickering away. He began to think you were rude as he tilted his head, still bowing as you stood above him peering down at him with a look in your eyes that he didn't understand then.

It was a look that stated you knew that his advances were false and yet you would play into it anyways. It was a look that had nerved him then and still nerved him now.

You had many similar thoughts like that behind your eyes now that you realized it. Too many moments when it felt like you knew too much information, yet you were smart enough to know not to voice any of them.

That was what began his captivation with you.

It didn't help how you continued going on to surprise him, whether that be through your careful observations of his performance, or through the not so subtle looks of interest that you threw his way hoping he wouldn't notice. These things and the little moment in his tent.

As he repeated the memory he couldn't help but trace his lips with his tongue, a rather perverted look on his face.

He knew his interest in you was wrong and wouldn't end well but he would divulge himself in your presence for as long as he could, regardless of if you will end up betraying him.

He was willing to play fool for you.

In his moment of understanding he realized that he wanted to see you. To see you greet him with a smile and smart little quip. Wanted to smell your scent and bask in your presence.

He would go pay you a visit, order his usual, find a new way to hand you a ticket (he noticed you lit up at the new ways he'd give you one and found it weirdly cute), then flirt with you before heading back to work.

He smirked at the idea already strolling out of his tent cocky with the reaction he believed he'd surely get out of you.

A faint yet familiar scent traveled past his nose as he walked past the gate causing him to briefly pause and turn around suspiciously. Something was wrong, he could feel it.

But what was off he didn't know.

Why did smelling you at the gate put an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach?

His eyes narrowed as he turned back to the direction of the town. Hmmmm...He guess he'd find out once he got to your workplace. Perhaps his feelings were off and he just wasn't used to the feeling of peace after such a long time running.

Perhaps his brain was self sabotaging him.

He wouldn't know until he got there he guessed, if anything was even wrong in the first place.

The second he entered the cafe the feeling in his stomach tripled. You weren't here. Where were you? Were you sick? Had you got a fever? Had you fallen? Ran into danger? Slept in? Taken a day off? Simply hit with a little bit of traffic?

His eyes flickered around, not too much to look suspicious to the others who he knew were already wary with his presence but enough that he had looked in every crevice of the small cafe to no avail.

The only person working within the shop was your boss. Why? Well, he already knew that Pierrot had spiraled and made a crucial mistake by kidnapping and bringing MC into their Circus. Jester had already verbally yelled at him for that and given him more tasks as punishment.

Carol they had turned into their mindless little fool.

But you they hadn't touched. Well at least not to his understanding.

They knew better then to touch what belonged to him. He didn't like sharing and he certainly didn't like when others handled things that were his.

He decided to casually ask your boss if he knew about your whereabouts. To which he received a rather rude but pained response, that summed up basically stated that according to the news you had disappeared.

Immediately he remembered the faint smell of your skin he had picked up at the gate and he froze.

What he wasn't expecting to feel about this realization was for a boiling anger to consume him. A rage so powerful he was struck immobile, barely trembling from the anger coursing through his body.

His appearance must have freaked out your boss as he had easily turned white as a sheet trembling at Harlequin's figure.

He didn't even remember how he left or how he got back, he just knew that within what felt like seconds he was back in front of the tent gate he had walked out of a mere 20 minutes ago.

This time trembling from rage barely hidden beneath the surface.

Oh he would kill whoever had touched what was his. Would go as far as to torture if even a single strand of your hair was harmed.

He would make them wish they had left you alone.

First though he would find you.

And that he would do, even if it meant tearing everything within this God forsaken Circus down. He'd burn and kill everything until he could.

Oh how he will make them pay.

#tfc #tfc harlequin #tfc pierrot #tfc x reader #the freak circus pierrot #thefreakcircus #the freak circus x reader #the freak circus harlequin

The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Seventeen: MC

Next Chapter: Chapter Eighteen

MC POV

I'm scared.

A couple days ago I was kidnapped. Actually I'm not even sure if it was a couple days or a week ago or maybe even a couple hours? I honestly don't know.

He's trapped me in his room tied to his bed frame like he did before when I was drugged. Except this time it's not one limb that's bound but all of them. My movements are restricted, I can't do anything except breathe and do my best not to panic.

Panicking makes everything worse.

The feeling of suffocation and light headiness that comes with panic scares me I think more then anything else. That and the restriction of movement.

The feeling of being bound and unable to move or lift a finger was terrifying. Trapped and forced to undergo anything my captor chooses to put me through.

My thoughts are extremely self sabotaging as it repeats the memory of how he kidnapped me constantly, replaying over and over again as though stuck in a loop.

FLASHBACK FLASHBACK FLASHBACK FLASHBACK FLASHBACK FLASHBACK FLASHBACK

I was closing up the cafe, everyone else had already left. -Of course, looking back on it now it was a dumb thing to do as Boss had told me that he had to leave early and that I should leave at the same time because of how dangerous our town had gotten.

Like the idiot I was I thought that nothing bad would happen to me, why would it? The disappearances I saw and heard about on TV, well, simply just that. It happened to people in bad situations, people who had gone through their fair share of pain and ran away because they couldn't handle it anymore.

Why the heck would I, MC, disappear?

Sure I had my fair share of struggles but nothing bad enough to make me want to runaway. On top of that there was no one I ever wronged to the point where they'd go on and kidnap me. No, who would do something so extra?

This train of thinking led me to be careless and walk home on my phone, airpods in as I drowned out the world in music.

This of course meant that I never heard another pair of footsteps behind me or saw the extra shadow over mine. I also never knew anything was wrong until a soaked cloth was forced over my mouth and nose and an arm wrapped tightly against my frame, pinning my arms by my side.

I tried to fight back I really did. I held my breath and kicked my feet back repeatedly hitting the person behind me but to no avail, it was as if they were made out of stone.

Eventually my chest felt too tight and my vision was flickering out, against my will I drew in a breath and was almost immediately knocked out.

But not before I heard the voice of the one person I had begun growing an interest in. The voice of the one man I thought would be trustworthy and was kind.

The one man I had protected.

Pierrot.

When I came back to I found myself in a familiar tent and was originally confused as to how I got there when everything came rushing back all at once. Closing the shop, walking home, forced to breathe in some kind of drug, trying to fight back, and then knocked out once the drug kicked in.

A tremor ran through my body, well at least it tried to, I found that I was unable to move my body. My arms and legs were almost tied to the point of discomfort as my captor had restrained them just far enough out that I was unable to move them yet not to much where it felt like they were being pulled off.

After my initial confusion ran clear panic set in as it obviously would if you found yourself kidnapped and restrained to the point you were incapable of movement.

Yep, this was the kind of flashback that was going through my mind on repeat as I laid in the bed staring at the ceiling drowning in my thoughts.

Since my stay in Pierrot's room I had yet to see him once. He appears to be hiding from me which would be good, in fact I'd relish in it, if it weren't for the fact that I knew the other members of the circus even less.

There was no way they weren't aware of my presence in their Circus. The way they were all so secretive and strict about their tents proving that fact, so the reason as to why there had been no police sirens or anybody coming to rescue me seemed to hint that the other members didn't care that I was kidnapped.

How utterly cruel of them to be aware of my suffering but doing nothing to take me out of it.

In my free time staring up I couldn't help but drift my mind over the people who were likely mourning my disappearance. Boss for example definitely would be, even if he never outright said so, it was clear he viewed his workers as his daughters. The way he treated all of us proving that.

He was already mourning the loss of Carol, who I suspected was somehow related to the Circus, seeing her with the mask off proving all of that increasing my suspicions with said Circus. Though this suspicion is useless now considering my position. Yippee.

Y/N will definitely be said, she treats me like I'm her younger sister, someone she's never had. She'll be sad and wonder why I've disappeared, likely she's already spammed my phone a hundred of so times.

(delulu)

I wonder if I can use those people as a way to escape. That is of course if Pierrot ever shows his face again.

I'm not sure I'll be able to stomach looking at him. He betrayed me and kidnapped me for literally no reason.

I shouldn't have ever gotten involved with him in the first place.

I should have just allowed that man to continue his verbal assault.

If only I hadn't butt in.

If only I hadn't shown concern.

If only...

If only..

If only

#tfc #tfc harlequin #tfc pierrot #tfc x reader #the freak circus pierrot #the freak circus x reader #thefreakcircus #the freak circus harlequin

The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Sixteen: Trapped

A/N: Wow guys I'm posting here before Wattpad for once. Also, shorter chapter since this is within like 30 mins of writing and posting the previous one.

Next Chapter: Chapter Seventeen

When you came to you immediately wished you hadn't and were in fact still unconscious as you were experiencing one hell of a headache the second you opened your eyes. It felt as though a herd of individuals were banging on your skull as though it were a drum all at different times.

You groaned in pain.

The fucker hadn't even taken you to see the Doctor.

You would go on to curse him out if you didn't feel so hurt and nauseous. The feeling in your skull made you feel as though you were going to puke, the pain almost unbearable.

Your vision was spinning as well, how utterly amazing. He really did a number on you didn't he. Hah.

You sighed before clenching your jaw at another wave of pain. The back of your head was excruciatingly painful it felt as though it were an open wound rubbing against something.

Slowly you brought your arm up to your head and lightly glossed over where you felt hurt and cursed under your breath. It felt like a wound because there was a wound. How peachy.

Trying to focus on your hands you realized you couldn't without them doubling and then doubling some more, your vision unsteady from everything you felt.

Noting that you were pretty incapable of doing anything you decided to try your best and just fall asleep again which you guessed would be pretty impossible but you figured you'd try anyways.

And it is a good thing you did as the pain eventually morphed into a numbness that sent you into a deep sleep.

When you reawoke you immediately noticed that your vision was fine and your headache was gone, your question as to why was answered when you saw a small puncture wound on your left thigh.

The doctor must have realized you were brought to them and given you a dose of pain relief. Oh how you could kiss him in relief.

Now that you were in decent condition you looked around your room. It wasn't Harlequin's as the interior was too different, there was no green walls or decorations, nothing that screamed Harlequin.

Instead you were in a rather small little area that looked absolutely lifeless. Like seriously everything was a dull gray color and there was no light. You were in an almost pitch black room safe for a small lamp that was on the floor by the cot you were sleeping on.

Just where did Pierrot take you and why?

Sighing you got up and moved to one side of the tent flaps and lifted it. Except it didn't budge. Growing a little nervous you tried again to which you got the same result. You repeated this process at least 20 more times before collapsing on the floor panting and trying to calm your racing heart.

No no no no no, something was seriously wrong here.

Why couldn't you lift the flap?

Why were you trapped? For how long? How long had you already been in here? How no why were you in here?

Your breathing grew more and more frantic as you tried to piece together what was going on. You clasped the clothes over your heart tightly as you tried to calm yourself down to no avail.

You were going about this situation immaturely, you wouldn't be able to do anything if you were once again passed out. No that would put you in a vulnerable position and lead to him hurting you again.

No, you absolutely couldn't fall back under.

You tried to fight against the black dots making their way back into your vision but to no avail. And once again you were unconscious.

The next time you came to you noticed you were still leaning against the tent as you had been before you passed out. Good. That meant no one had touched you in your moments of weakness.

Sighing heavily you wearily looked around before settling your gaze on the cot. It was pretty hard not to as it was the only piece of furniture in the room. In fact it was the only other thing in this room besides you.

How unsettling.

You continued to lean against the tent for who knows how long before you made your way back to the bed.

You would need to come up with a plan to escape.

How?

You weren't too sure yet but it seems that you will have plenty of time to conjure up that part.

Would escaping be doable? Likely not but at least the planning was giving you something to do.

Sighing once again you let your eyes to go out of focus as you drowned in your thoughts.

#tfc #tfc harlequin #tfc pierrot #tfc x reader #the freak circus pierrot #the freak circus x reader #thefreakcircus #the freak circus harlequin #:)

The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Fifteen: Knocked Out And Kidnapped

A/N: Sorry for the extremely late update y'all. I just haven't really had the motivation to do anything, lots of personal stuff getting in the way affecting my mental health lol. Anyways I'm going to try and write a couple more chapters so hopefully double update! Also for the people on Tumblr would it help if I had a next chapter link on each of the previous chapters? Sorry I'm just now asking.

Next Chapter: Chapter Sixteen

The feeling never left even as you were long in your apartment. The feeling of eyes watching your every movement made you feel as though you were being hunted and were only minutes away from being caught and killed.

You were sure the one following you was Pierrot, why though you didn't know.

You guessed it was him due to stalking not really seeming to be in Harlequin's nature. He was more of the tease and then retreat kind of guy whereas Pierrot obviously didn't understand privacy or boundaries and was way more inclined to be following someone without their consent.

You couldn't help the tremor that ran through you as you imagined what he would do to you when he got inside. And it was clear to you he would be entering sometime soon as whenever he appeared at MC's in the game the night almost always ended with him inside whispering his love in her ears as she slept.

Another shiver went through you. This wasn't a game anymore. This was reality.

If Pierrot decided to harm you there was quite literally nothing you could do to stop him. He was at least a good 6 inches taller then you and had inhuman strength considering he wasn't well human so if you two were to fight it was clear who would win.

You wondered if tonight would be your last. If for some reason he had decided that your presence was hindering his relationship with MC well then you were for sure a goner.

You hoped that wasn't the case.

You knew you had your spouts of depression and suicidal thoughts but were you truly ready to die? Did you really want to never wake up again?

You guess you'll figure out the answer once he breaks in.

Sighing and trying to calm your racing heart you turn to your bed and quickly hop in with your phone in your hand, all the while feeling the piercing gaze follow your movements.

Getting under the covers you close your eyes and murmur a silent prayer before...

Obviously pulling out your phone and opening up Insta.

If this was your last night alive like hell you were going to waste it worrying in bed all night, no, you were just going to doom scroll until your time was up. Might as well go out picking which ai last meal you would have in prison.

Seriously though, you were captivated by those ai reels, there was just something so addicting about them. And while yes you understood that obviously you should not be investing your time in it as it was lowkey destroying the planet (you guess) you were also aware that these creators weren't going to stop posting it and this was your last night alive anyways so like one more night couldn't hurt.

As you were busy invested in the videos you didn't hear your balcony door start to slide open, nor did you hear anything creeping up on you until it was far too late.

By the time you realized something was wrong something heavy hit the back of your head sending sharp blasts of pain through you before you eventually fell unconscious due to your low pain tolerance.

And probably the fact that a bat from God knows where just smacked the back of your head with monster strength.

God Dayum

As you were succumbing to the fuzzy dots flickering in your vision you couldn't help but curse. If this truly was Pierrot, you were never. Ever. Ever. Ever going to speak to him or even acknowledge his presence ever again.

No.

This monster could now go meet Columbina for all you cared. Except no. He wouldn't be meeting her now would he. He would be meeting millions of Harlequin copies in a special prison in Hell.

If it truly was him you were actually done.

A/N: Slight gore not really tho but some people be a lil wimpy

Whelp while you were unconscious said monster was indeed looking down at your fallen body with anger and blood lust in his eyes.

How he wished he was allowed to hit you harder. Just a little more strength would've been enough to crack your skull and rupture your brain. Just a little stronger would've put you in a coma.

He deserved a medal for holding himself back from carrying out his desires. He was going to go all out to, to splatter your innards everywhere. Beat you until you became unrecognizable, just blood, blood, and more blood on the ground.

Then, after absolutely destroying you he would slowly devour you. Savoring your blood as he ate his meal, absolutely hating how eating you was making him hungrier. How the sight of your blood made him drool.

And then he could return to his helpless, vulnerably ravishing MC and tell her how you were a part of him and how she could now love him even more considering you and him had merged.

But he couldn't for MC would cry even more then she was now and might even try to run away again. No he couldn't do that. Despite you being a hindrance you would have to stay alive. No matter how badly his hands itched to destroy you he wouldn't dare hurt his precious MC.

Oh how he hated you.

Eliminating you would mean he wouldn't even have to worry about anything but Harlequin ever again. Although he would probably seek revenge. Pierrot was surprised that Harlequin ever gained interest in you in the first place. You didn't really stick out in any sort of way to him rather then being close to MC.

Although in the beginning you had interested him slightly as you did clean a wound for him, but then you went off and took Harlequin's ticket so it was pretty obvious you weren't someone he should keep close.

Besides that whole time he had MC so he didn't need you. If he had tried to look out for you then his attention would be taken away from his love and that wasn't on his bucket list.

Not that he really had one but still.

Growling slightly at the scent of blood he looked down at your motionless body and gnashed his teeth angrily before picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder before disappearing in the night.

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The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Fourteen: Stalked

Word Count: 958

Next Chapter: Chapter Fifteen

You were thankful you worked at a coffee shop as it offered you comfort. While on one hand yes you’d have to deal with some rude customers, on the other you were surrounded by the soft colors of the cafe as well as the aroma of coffee beans.

You didn’t care what anyone else had to say, the smell was perfect. Plus it seriously worked to clear your mind from all your worries. Even though the worry you had right now was caused by you.

Oh well, you’d figure out a plan sooner or later, you just hoped it was a good one that didn’t involve you being caught or injured in the process. You also hoped it wouldn’t hurt any other party involved as well. Specifically Harlequin for that matter. You still didn’t feel that comfortable using him for your own gain, the whole idea just sounded wrong in your head.

Speaking about Harlequin, he strolled into the shop with his normal smirk plastered on his mask.

“Good morning Harlequin, would you like your usual?” You asked, hands already reaching to make the drink you’d learned by heart at this point with how many times he was in here ordering the same thing.

“Yes dear” There was a pleasant silence between the two of you for a little bit. Only interrupted when you handed him his drink.

“Say, I can’t help but notice that MC isn’t around…do you happen to know why~?” You froze at his question, a bead of sweat starting to form at the side of your neck. You let out a nervous little chuckle that sounded much more high pitched once released then you thought it would’ve.

“Um…the news says she’s gone missing” His question was a little concerning to be frank. Why was he asking you if you knew where she had gone if the only place she could be was with them in the Circus.

You tried to swallow but your throat was dry from nerves. “Oh dear, how awful…Do you know where she could be?” Again with that question. Why did he keep asking you, had you done something suspicious in his eyes?

Had you done something to reveal the fact you knew more than you let on? Was he testing you just to see what kind of reaction you’d give him?

“...I don’t know” You felt like being snarky and asking him if he knew but that would definitely end with you inside his stomach so you were able to refrain yourself. You watched as his smile just widened at you before he hummed and took his drink from your hand.

“Well I hope they find her soon~” The way he said it sounded like there was a joke made that only he was in on. Well you two you could guess from the look he shot you.

Yeah, it doesn’t look like you would be snooping around their Circus, not after that Harlequin accusation he just gave you. You preferred your mind whole thank you very much, and while you did find Jester and the others undeniably hot, it simply wasn’t worth it.

So, sorry MC but not today.

Just as you came to that conclusion and made eye contact with where Harlequin had been, you found him gone and a new customer in his place who was looking at you as though you had shot his mother or something.

So you sighed internally and swapped on your customer service mask. “Hello sir, what can I get you today?”

Throughout the rest of the day your mind couldn’t help but be occupied with the interaction with Harlequin from earlier. Well more importantly, on whether or not he knew about you knowing they weren’t human…that they were a whole different species altogether.

You sighed for like the 20th time that day and decided to just clock out since you had long ago finished your shift and were now just working to gain more money. Which of course was nice and all that but when your mind’s shut down your mind’s shut down. No changing that fact.

Feeling slightly bad for your boss since you left him to do a three person job you made your way out. He seemed to be fine with it though, thanking you for even staying longer to begin with.

You weren’t sure what you were going to do, perhaps go home and sleep for a little bit or maybe just walk around town. A nap sounded much better then a walk right now though so you guess you would be doing that.

On your way home you couldn’t help but feel as though someone were following you, or at least constantly watching you. It was a pretty eerie feeling if you were being totally honest, one that left goosebumps all over your skin.

You were pretty sure you knew who it was, but despite that the ominous feeling never dissipated. In fact it seemed to get worse the closer you got to your apartment.

You were just hoping nothing bad was going to happen when you got back. You hoped that the feeling would go away once you got in bed.

The further you went the more you noticed just how alone you were on the streets. No one was walking around, which honestly made sense since it was around 1 pm on a Monday, but usually you would see one or two people on every street.

But no…today it was just you. Just you alone walking in the streets in the middle of the day.

Well not just you.

There was another following after you, who? You couldn’t tell, nor were you too sure you wanted to. The gaze on your back said enough.

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The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Thirteen: MC's Disappearance and Plan A

Chapter list: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve

Next Chapter: Chapter Fourteen

As the days kept passing you found yourself getting lost in a comfortable routine of working and then visiting the Circus to see Harlequin, who would then proceed to walk you home afterwards.

Everything was nice and peaceful, too nice and peaceful. You should've known something was going to go wrong.

As the old saying goes, there's calm before a storm.

And who was the storm that just had to ruin your peace, MC. This girl just couldn't stay out of trouble could she?

First she eats drugged food which leads to Pierrot going all druggy druggy on you and now, what was the TV lady saying, she was missing?

You sighed and ran your hand over your face while deadpanning at your ceiling. Why couldn't MC just stay unharmed and unkidnapped, why did she have to go out and go missing. It was like she liked being in these kinds of scenarios like come on man.

You at this point just wanted to hang out with Harlequin, see if you couldn't maybe go on a date with him or visit some places together but no, you had to deal with a missing MC.

You weren't sure why you felt obligated to go and look for her, was it because you genuinely cared about her safety or was it something deeper? Something less selfless and more selfish.

Was your real reason seeing if what was happening to her was some secret hidden route not yet out in the Visual Novel.

You contemplated whether the risks of getting caught was worth your curiosity.

Should you be caught you'd likely be eaten or turned into some mindless puppet used however the members of the Circus liked. However, should you not be caught and in turn find MC, perhaps you could see what really goes on in the Circus, specifically the black tent.

You pretty much already knew what happened in the pink one, you'd getting knocked out and then eaten which was revealed in the game. But the black one was still an enigma to you.

You vaguely remember there being a line of weirdly shaped people (if you could call them that) in front of the said black tent. Your bet was that they were fellow monsters who were perhaps allowed to eat whichever fools had been killed or whichever humans that proved to be a problem to the Circus.

You still hadn't quite fleshed out an idea of the true contents of the Black tent but perhaps you would this time around since MC has granted you an opportunity to explore.

Then again though, were you truly willing to risk your own safety for something that in the end did not have anything to due with you simply out of curiosity.

Yep, you were.

And so, you would have to come up with a plan.

Obviously simply sneaking in and out of the Circus was a no go, and would be way too obvious for the supernaturals who owned the said Circus. This would mean that you could not simply snoop around and enter the tents to your whims.

Especially not since the majority of the time, at least you were assuming, the members stayed within their own tents. Harlequin and Pierrot obviously did not fit into this category but the rest of the 3 members likely did.

You don't think you'd ever seen Jester or Doctor outside of the Circus walls, the Ticket Taker yes you have seen, but you weren't too sure if he made that a daily thing or a once a week type of thing. With all the disappearances, especially the one today, he probably wouldn't be leaving the security of his tent for a while.

Pierrot probably wouldn't be either, considering the fact MC was likely in his tent as you were thinking. Like please, the only one who was capable of kidnapping her was Pierrot, especially considering the fact he seemed to be constantly watching her every movements. Honestly if someone other then him took her you would fear for his safety, a possessive Pierrot wasn't good news for anyone involved, much less the kidnapper.

That leaves you with Harlequin. He was unpredictable to say the least. One day he'd be doing something the next something else. It was hard to figure him out.

Perhaps you'd use that quality. Yes, perhaps you'd get him to give you a tour of the place and see if he wouldn't just show or tell you something you weren't supposed to know. The chances of it happening though are pretty slim, but with him already hanging out with you so much perhaps it was worth a shot.

It's at times like these where you hated your conscious. Of course it would remind you that you shouldn't be using another person, especially one that seems to like you, or at least tolerate your presence.

You hated even more the fact you agreed with it. Say your plan doesn't work out and you do end up being caught by the Circus Members Harlequin would no doubt feel betrayed and would likely wish to rip you limb from limb as shown to you in the mirror in Ticket Taker's tent.

Were you really willing to risk that relationship just to fill your curiosity?

You sighed once more and finished getting ready for the day. Your thoughts could wait you had a job to do right now after all. One that would pay you likely triple your usual salary considering two of the workers were gone.

Wow, your boss really had the worst luck with employees didn't he. The first one goes missing and then the second as well all within a month. Poor guy is probably crying from all the added stress on his shoulders.

Guess it's time for you to put on a mask and act as though nothing has changed. A mask that stated MC's disappearance worried you but didn't make you suspect the Circus.

That honestly should be easy enough though since you already knew since day 1 that the Circus was the cause of all the disappearances. MC's situation doesn't really change anything too drastic for you except give you longer hours, better pay, and an opportunity to explore.

An opportunity you weren't just yet willing to ignore.

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The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Twelve

A/N: Sorry guys, I can feel myself losing motivation. I'm going to do my best to keep up with the updates though. I think I may prewrite a couple and post them one day apart each so you guys can have an update each day. I have another Squash Tournament this weekend from Friday-Sunday so likely won't really be able to procure anything during this time. Thank you guys for being so patient with me! (For the people on Tumblr, I've finished catching up here with everything I had already posted on Wattpad, for any extra updates though you may wanna check out the story there it's called Freak Central)

Chapter list: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven

Next Chapter: Chapter Thirteen

You had been wrong. Thankfully of course, your days were not simply repeating just because the actual game days had been completed. No, they had gone on with each day Harlequin dropping by the cafe to give you his ticket.

He was so sweet for that, really.

He always made a snide comment when he gave it to you though, sometimes even teased you based on the speed at which you took it from his hands. You always wanted to say something back, really, but you were always too surprised whenever he did. You were surprised that he continued to give you something of such importance.

Where yes you were aware that you had caught Harlequin's attention you weren't quite sure yet what that really meant. You didn't believe he'd love you the same way as Pierrot loved MC, no, where Pierrot was a stalker and full blown touchy obsessive yandere, Harlequin was much more of a tease. Yes he was likely still a stalker and yandere but if he was tracking you you weren't able to tell.

Nor were any of your windows wide open nor did you dream of his figure whispering obsessive things in your ears while you slept. Thankfully he was laying on the low.

To be honest you weren't sure how you would feel if he was stalking you or if you found out. Sure when it was through the screen it was fine, but this was your real life now which meant stalking wasn't really something you were okay with.

The idea of someone following your every step, counting your every breath, and monitoring all of your daily movements just didn't really sound that attractive. You'd basically have no privacy at all if such a thing were happening to you.

A tremor ran through your body at that thought.

Yes you liked Harlequin, but you weren't sure you liked him enough to forgive him stalking you should that be the case.

Yeah no.

Thankfully though, this didn't seem to be the case. Odd enough, he seemed to respect your boundaries, never pushing you or doing something if he didn't think you'd like it. Even his respect was a tease in itself, always giving the hint of going to do something more but always pulling away last second.

It was as though he wanted you needy for his touch, desperate for his hands to be on you.

Maybe his goal wasn't to track you down or breathe down your neck, but to make you the obsessive one, the one always thinking about him to the point of fixation.

He seemed very touch starved though, perhaps you'd fix that the next time the two of you met. After all he did deserve some love too, especially since his tickets were likely serving as a form of protection against the other monsters in his Circus.

Speaking of the other members, their Circus performances had changed as well, with each night you attended new performances being given. They were such amazing actors though that each new set appeared to have been done already a thousand or so times before. They were either naturals or that was exactly the case.

If so you wondered if they always performed their acts in the same order or if they spiced up the mix. If you had to show the same acts in the same order for your stay in each town you would probably lose your mind from the boredom. Truly it sounded like a torture method to drive people insane.

Repetitiveness really wasn't your style. You needed something new every once in a while. Something to keep you on your toes, keep your life from becoming too mundane.

Harlequin truly fit you perfectly in that case since every time he saw you he'd do something new.

Even the way he gave you new tickets were different.

One day he slid it into your hand like it belonged there, the next he offered it like one would a bouquet of flowers. Or he would get his coffee and flirt with you and then later in the day you'd magically find it in your breast pocket.

He really managed to spruce up your day, whether he meant to or not. You were thankful to him for that. More thankful then he could ever likely know.

You really did enjoy his company, you just hoped he actually enjoyed yours as well.

The game portrayed Harlequin as a monster who viewed MC as a toy he had to take away from Pierrot, all simply because he liked Pierrot hurt. In his eyes were you a toy? Was he something you had to win? Had already won?

Were you just a toy to him? One he would turn into a doll the second he got bored of you?

Or did he like you. Did he see you for you, and not as something else entirely?

You shook your head, ridding yourself of all negative thoughts. What mattered right now was the fact he was still interested in you. The fact that he hadn't abandoned you or turned you into a doll was proof enough of your importance to him.

Whether it stayed that way or not, you'd find out later.

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The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Ten: Jester's Warning

Chapter list: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine

Jester's tent was much darker then all the others you had been inside, so dark in fact you were tripping over your feet every couple of seconds as you looked for an open seat.

The backdrop was a dark purple, the moon a paler one. This story would be sombering, you knew that. Maybe that's why you didn't sit in the front row like your ticket allowed you to. Instead choosing a seat further back and towards the entrance.

The reason for your seat choices may have also been because of your embarrassment of continuously tripping though more so then the pain you may feel watching the performance.

Suddenly a light turned on and focused on a tall man clad in a purple jester's outfit. Damn...This dude was fine.

He was tall too, nearly the same height as the backdrop, so maybe 6'2 or something or maybe shorter. You weren't really good with gauging others heights, in your eyes if they were taller then you then they had to be tall.

"Did you come thirsty for blood? Hungry for terror?" His voice went an octave lower, voice threatening violence which caused you to lean back a bit.

No, you just wanted to go home. You would've too if you weren't already aware of their eyes on you since you came as Harlequin's 'pet'. The ticket proving that.

No, you had caught the eyes of one monster, which of course meant you had caught the eyes of them all.

Rip.

He went on with the crowd before jumping behind the backdrop and leaning against it as some fools in masks and pink costumes emerged. Watching as everything came about you couldn't help but turn away and screw your eyes shut as the same skin tearing and screams from the blue tent rang yet again.

This was just awful. The cheers from the others in the circus weren't really making anything better either. Their loud awful laughter and calls were quite disturbing and rather disgusting if you were being honest.

You didn't take yourself to be someone wimpy, however, you also weren't necessarily used to these sort of things happening. You didn't grow up witnessing the horrors humans, and monsters for that matter, were capable of.

Then again, you bet a very small section of the population where you lived had. It not really being too normal and all that.

The show ended a little while after that. Jester seemed to be aware none of the viewers of his show particularly cared about his story and were more focused on the violence that occurred.

Typical of your kind though. Humans always did seem to be invested in one another's pain. Seemed to excite some. To the performers, you guys must appear as though you thrive off of violence. From things as little as gossip to things as large as assaulting its members, humans had been cruel.

You stayed in your seat a little longer before getting up and making your way towards the exit. By now only you were left in the tent, your thoughts occupying your mind long after the performance had ended. You should probably get yourself checked out for that, you were sure all your zone outs weren't that normal.

Your soul nearly jumped out of your body when Jester appeared in front of you, his arms clasped behind his back as though he were inspecting you.

"You look pale visitor...is something bothering you?" His head tilted at his question. To others the gesture would appear as concern, however, to you it appeared as dangerous.

It appeared as though he wanted you aware his eyes were on you, that he was observing you closely.

How...Kinky

"...you know, dear thing...once his eyes are on you there is no escaping him...your eyes seem to show that you aren't afraid of that though..." You blinked up at him in response. What were you supposed to say in response?

Agreeing with him would just make you seem suspicious and would give you away as a freak. Very few people were ok with yandere-ish lovers, and you oddly enough were in that category.

"Did you enjoy my show?" He asked, head tilted slightly. His question caught you off guard a little. You didn't remember him asking MC that in the game.

You paused and weighed his question, thinking of the things you liked and the things you weren't quite a fan of.

"I did enjoy it. Particularly the backdrops you used, they were very calming tones of purple. The actors and actresses were also incredible as they conveyed all the emotions I'd expect one to feel in such a scenario. On the other hand, however, the screams and sounds of tearing flesh apart was quite unsettling. Overall though it was a beautiful performance." You were rambling so you stopped yourself. You didn't want to upset him because it was obvious a lot of time and effort went into the production even if a real person was just torn to death in front of you.

It couldn't have been easy to get the fools to perfectly convey the emotions Jester wanted his audience to feel. Sure he could hypnotize them, but hypnotizing has the capability (you'd assume) to rip out the emotions and personalities of individuals and leave them a husk off what they once were. The fools, however, weren't performing as husks but rather actors, quite impressive if you did say so yourself.

"...What a perceptive take on my performance dear thing...Very few recognize the importance of a backdrop, it's not there for show but rather to set the scene......I see his interest in you now..."

You sweat dropped a bit as he looked down at you a little more threateningly. It seems your take has either unsettled him or made him come to the conclusion that you weren't as daft as he assumed you would be.

Rather you took in your surroundings trying to piece everything together. A quality that was quite rare as it was dangerous.

If you grew suspicious enough of the Circus you could use that perceptiveness to figure out their secrets. This made you a problem...a threat.

"...huhum...You know dear...be careful not to get into any trouble, we wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you now, would we." His words sent a slight chill down your spine. The man was as hot as he was dangerous.

"Enjoy the rest of the night, sweet visitor. I have a feeling we'll meet again soon" As you were about to leave he suddenly popped up in you face, allowing you to get a good look at his features.

His horns looked rather sharp. They would definitely be capable of mauling you should he decide he wanted to spear you. You wanted to touch them and see what they felt like. They were a beautiful contrast to his headdress and purple appearance.

He looked even more beautiful up close. Maybe, if you ever got on good terms with him, you would ask what shampoo he used. His hair was very shiny and clean looking, like all those girls you saw on instagram and tiktok.

All the monsters you'd seen so far had clean shiny looking hair. Really it was quite unfair. Imagine if they told you they didn't wash it.

One that would be very gross, but also it would kind of make sense too. Why would they shower? Did they even know what a shower was?

Certainly they would right?

Jester's voice brought you out of your thoughts as he whispered in your ear, "Don't go far, Y/N...I'll know how to find you should you try"

Honestly his sentence should've freaked you out but it didn't. Rather it did the opposite.

"..."

"..." He backed away from you satisfied though also still slightly concerned about what your presence in the camp would do, what it was capable of altering.

He found it rather interesting that you of all people had caught Harlequin's eyes, especially so considering Pierrot didn't seem that invested in you, but another girl. A girl that was caught snooping around the Pink tent that was specifically off limits for all non-pink ticket receiving guests.

His eyes narrowed.

He was glad you weren't snooping around but then again, if you were would they be able to tell? You were rather an enigma among your species.

You didn't seem that afraid of the traveling band like the others, nor did you fear their performances. Well, Bil had told him that you appeared rather sickened by the last mirror in his tent. When he had asked what it had shown, Bil had replied that he lost control of it, as if another entity or something had taken over it and refused him access. He was curious on what you had seen, and what had interfered with Bil's performance.

He appreciated how you seemed to understand everything he wished to convey in his act, though he was also slightly concerned at what that could mean. An observant human likely spelled trouble.

He wondered if he could control it should you come to learn too much.

Surely turning you into a fool would greatly upset Harlequin. But leaving you alone would surely disrupt the balance of their circus at the same time.

Sighing he pinched his nose and muttered something about the difficulties of dealing with situations and trying to prevent the worst outcomes.

Despite how angry Harlequin made him, all the messes and fights he started with Pierrot, he didn't wish for any of the Circus's members to experience the same pain as they had with her.

How was he to deal with not one, but two humans who had caught the eyes of the two most unpredictable members?

He'd make it work, he always did.

A/N: Poor mama Jester.

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The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Eleven: Conflicting Thoughts

Chapter list: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten

Next Chapter: Chapter Twelve

Outside of the tent you were stuck in your own mini dilemma. Day 2 was over, game wise, all events done. So what would happen now?

Would your life continue in this world mundanely? Would your days repeat until everything was a blur of the same activities?

Would you be stuck in the same loop until the game designer came out with the rest of the visual game? But even then, that could take months upon months if not years. Were you really going to be stuck for that long?

Or would you go on to experience things that weren't supposed to happen? Would you make your own route? Be allowed to form better relationships with them that wouldn't previously have been possible?

You sighed and ran your hand down your face. While you didn't know what was going to happen, you did know that standing like a dumbass outside Jester's tent wasn't the best of ideas so you began making your way out of the Circus.

You were almost there too when a green blob appeared in front of you. "Well my dear~, you look much more lively then before...feel free to touch me again should you feel scared~" He slowly began walking closer to you.

"I'll protect you from all the monsters here my dear~" He threw one of his arms around you while pulling you into his side. His action brought you comfort, and you made this fact known when you relaxed into him.

He chuckled, his smirk widening deeper. "careful dear~...if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to start getting ideas...unless of course that's your intention. In which case, my tent is always available for you~" His words made you freeze and glance away from him quickly.

"...your reactions are quite adorable my dear~"

His arms tighten just slightly around your waist, tight enough to remind you how easy it was for him to control your body's movements.

You try not to look at him, which of course makes him grin wider.

"Oh? Avoiding my gaze now?" he hums, leaning down so his voice brushes against your ear. "Earlier you were clinging to me so desperately...and now you can't even look at me?" You could hear his smirk in his voice.

His fingers began to lightly tap your side, slow and lazy.

"I do wonder," he continues rather thoughtfully, "were you truly frightened of the monsters...or simply looking for an excuse to be in my arms my dear~?"

Your face burns. He notices immediately.

"Aha...there it is again~"

His free hand lifts, two fingers hooking gently under your chin as gently tilts your face back towards his. His eyes flash while looking at your neck, well more specifically, your pulse point.

You swallow when his eyes drop to your lips before reaching your eyes again. This fucker, was he really doing the triangle method on you?

"My tent is comfortable, and as you already know, very private. I could hold you again...whisper sweet words to you...maybe even engage in something far less innocent"

You stiffen. He laughs.

"...I haven't done anything yet my dear~"

He squeezes you to him once more, the action almost coming off as though he were fond of you.

"...if you're frightened again, you need only call my name my dear...but should you call me when you're fine...I shall assume it's for entirely different reasons~" His fingers return to tracing your waist, quite delicately considering the fact his nails were extremely sharp.

"Tomorrow then, my dear~" He slowly pulls away as though doing so pained him and held your hand in his and bowing down to kiss it.

You looked at him dazed. He treated you as though you meant something to him. If you weren't careful you were going to fall for it. Going to believe you actually meant something to this monster.

That belief would likely destroy you should you ever succumb to his games. Despite how nicely he treated you, you must keep in mind that you were nothing but a toy to this guy, nothing but a plaything for him to string along until he ultimately got bored off you and threw you away or devoured you.

You were confused when you felt his grip on your hand tighten slightly. "..?" You tilted your head at him, wondering why he suddenly held you tighter.

"...it's nothing my dear, get home safe~"

Then he promptly let go of your hand and strolled away. You didn't check to see if he turned back once, you already knew he didn't.

Exiting the circus you couldn't help but wonder about your future from here onward. Lost in thought you barely registered making it home and falling asleep, to busy worrying about the future to focus on the present.

Meanwhile, inside of his own room, a certain black haired Harlequin was lost in thought as well.

The monster was trying to understand what you were to him. It was clear to him that you meant more to him then some toy as most other humans who caught his attention had been.

No, you managed to stir his insides up, make him feel as though there were a mini him and a mini Pierrot fighting inside his stomach.

The feeling was, simply put unsettling. It was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. It whispered of the past yet also of a possible future.

His attention turned back to you. You who had sought him out after something in their circus had scared you. Held him tight against your body as you shook and did your best not to cry.

It was him you held and trusted in your vulnerable state. Him you decided to reveal yourself to. Your trust in him felt misplaced. As though you were giving him something you shouldn't.

You treated him as though there was some unspoken understanding between the two of you. There wasn't. There shouldn't, no couldn't, be any.

He was dangerous.

He was ruthless.

He was a monster.

One capable of killing you and devouring your remains within moments. Yet, he had a feeling that should he relay this information to you, nothing would change.

Should he reveal himself to you...what would your response be?

Would you scream at him? Call him names? Try to hurt him and kill him? Would you send a mob after the Circus and its members?

Would he have to kill you? To devour you to keep his secret hidden?

He didn't know why he was thinking all these things. He knew that in the end your relationship or whatever type of bond the two of you had was impossible to continue forever.

You were human, and he a monster.

You had a short lifespan, his almost indefinite.

He sighed and moved towards his bed, sitting on the edge continuing his thoughts. He would continue to entertain whatever was going on right now. He...rather enjoyed your company, your laughter, your smiles, the secret glances you took at him when you thought he wasn't paying attention.

He loved your reactions to his words. The way a little suggestive comment made your entire face turn pink.

He loved how you didn't seem to be playing with him, how honest your reactions were. How that stupid clown Pierrot wasn't involved, which made Harlequin's interest in you all that more confusing.

Why was he focused on you when he originally just wanted to mess with Pierrot. He should be focusing on stealing MC away from the clown, make him feel pain at the human's withdrawal, and yet. Yet he was focusing all his attention on you.

A human girl his rival didn't even care about.

No, perhaps it was better this way. That way he could have you all to himself without worrying about anyone's interference.

He would keep you. Yes, for as long as you were alive you were his.

It was all your fault really. You should have turned down his ticket when he had first offered it.

It was almost as if you had wanted this to happen~

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The Freak Circus x Isekai'd F Reader Chapter Ten: Jester's Warning

Chapter list: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine

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