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A groan pours from your lips as your eyes slid open. The first thing you see is the blurry image of a blonde man standing in front of you. He appears to be wearing a red flowing coat and looking at you with a wide grin. You attempt to get up only to take note that you're chained to the wall. Glancing up once more, you realize the man is laughing. "Welcome to my world, Pet." He says as he takes a step closer to you.
"Your...world..?" You manage to moan pitifully causing the red-clad man to laugh harder.
"Yes, you silly goose. My world." He says as he motions to the cell that you're currently in. Absently, you take not that there are other people chained to the walls... deformed people... "I have brought you here... And fixed you." He chuckles. "...And you will preform in my circus." You open your mouth to object, but he notices this and cuts you off. "If you refuse... Well then, you'll just end up like the others." He says with a sense of grim satisfaction before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
What others..? You wonder to yourself. You can't help but try to imagine how many others there are... or were. You try to take a moment to process things. You were taken from your home and brought to this.. this circus only to be changed into... you don't know what. "Its best for you to just listen to Master.." A small voice says from across the room.
You glance up to see the voice came from a rather small girl that is also chained to the wall. You instantly note that she has a cat tail with little ears resting on top of her head. You think she's looking at you, but you can't be quite sure. "If you don't... Well.."
Escape... You glance around at the others as they nod in agreement. You suppose it sounds like a good idea. First, however, you have more important things to worry about. Such as things like what that monster of a ringmaster did to you. Steeling yourself for the worst, you glance down to see what you've become...
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The Ring Master
"This is hard work, you know."
The Ring Master spoke to a corpse of a young boy who's ribcage resembled carrion. His heart was attatched to wires, keeping it alive until he was finished. Stray body parts littered the room, and dirty lights cast eerie lights across the body. There was no sound, spare for the clinking of medical supplies, the buzz of the electricity pumping life into the heart, and the light and spirited voice of the Ring Master.
"This is hard work. Cutting all of you open and taking you apart. I give birth to a new you, and do I get a thanks for it? Oh no. They are angry at me. But why? I do nothing wrong!"
His voice was pouty and and mocking, as if to tease a child who got no praise for doing something. Of course, nobody could hear the Ring Master, but who would object to the brain of a Mad Man?"
"What a boring life they would have without me! I made them into something everybody wants to see. They are the stars of my show! And you will be, too, my little sweet!"
There were spare limbs everywhere, parts of animals of unknown species scattered about. Extra eyes and fingers float in nameless liquids across spider webbed shelves.
"Shall we make you a spider? Or perhaps like my precious Payton and give you some ears. Oh! Maybe a tail? Or extra teeth? What do you say?"
The Ring Master gave a small pout when the body didn't answer, its heart beating slow and steady.
"Hmph. Figures. All of my creations are so unappreciative. I let them preform and be beautiful stars in front of crowds, yet they are still sad. There is no pleasing them!"
The body twitched as the Ring Master attatched a third eye on its neck, its slimy iris blinking once before remaining unmoving.
"You know, you should just see the other creations! The Twins, My MY! What a tricky on they were. All those screams. Gave me a killer headache, oh yes! Quiet they were not, Oh Ho! They thrashed so much they tore themselves apart! The second time took me the longest, It did, I had to attach them at the bone. They weren't getting away that time, Gosh no!"
A gap tore its way across the shoulder of the cold body, in which the twisted man added the teeth of several different species into the space.
"Or even the Plant Girl. Oh, she was fun! I had almost scrapped her, I did, until I saw the saddest looking plant outside! Funny, yes! Now they suck the life from her blood and create the prettiest image! How the crowd does cheer for her."
The gap, now filled with teeth and a stray eye laying dormant, began to eerily move as if it were its own mouth, clamping shut almost close to the Ring Master's fingers.
"Op! Close one, oh yes! Oh but think! You might become friends with the Ghost Boy. It was the most cutest thing to watch him wake up to see he was barely there! The fear on his face was truly a knee slapper, let me tell you! It's almost ironic watching the silly thing go through walls without even realizing it!"
This time, the heart spasmed and stopped altogether, signaling the death of the boy lying idle on the table.
"Well Drat! You had to go and die, too! So unappreciative! And I thought you would be different. Such a shame. However your hands are beautiful, simply beautiful! I will surely put them on a beautiful young lady so she can lift four objects at once, oh splendid! And... Oh my, look at the time. They should be waking up soon! Now, don't you go anywhere, Darling, I want those beautiful hands of yours."
The Ring Master wiped his hands on a dirty rag before grabbing an unknown object and tossed it to the far side of the room. A squeak was heard, along with the clatter of metal against tile as the object clattered to the ground after meeting its target.
"PAYTON! Darling, go wake up the others. Its time for Rehersals. Take that sweet little tail of yours and scurry along to wash up and gather the others to meet me in the big top, before I take one of those precious doe eyes of yours and rip one out. Got it, Payton? Ta Ta."
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Payton Aegis
Payton, the small cat-like child, slept and twitched peacefully in her 'crate' created by Master. He had seemed to take a small liking to her from the beginning, and always kept her apart from the main 'barracks' from where the others slept. She was partly thankful, since the Barracks were nothing more than dirty cells that smelled very unclean. The downfall of being with Master, was his small rants as he talked to the half-alive people he liked to mismatch like some sort of twisted game. She couldn't say she enjoyed being liked by him particularly. It only left room to be tormented more or played with, which she didn't enjoy in the least.
Payton had been absorbed in a rather enjoyable dream, with people she didn't seem to know. She was happy in the dream, however, and had an aching sense that she knew them somehow. But, before the little cat-girl could place a finger on who they were exactly, a sharp object lodged itself in her ankle and she jumped with a large MRREEOOOW!.
Her ears stood at attention and the pain made her tail poof up to half its original size. The threat alone made her hop out and immediately start the long walk to the barracks. It was still dark out, and she knew that Master had taken it upon himself to make some new creations since the last show, which meant she had to do another introduction. She hated it here, she had to admit. It wasn't exactly 'special' treatment she received, If anything it was more a punishment that wouldn't end.
Her ankle hurt as she walked out the door and into the open air, past the tent and torwards the building that looked strangely out of place in the already creepy circus area. The circus moved, which meant that by the next night, all of their presence would be gone. Tonight, however, there would be a show, and that meant preparing the ones who would most likely be in shock from being in a new place, and a new body.
She knew some of the vets would already be awake and dreading the next few hours of practice, Master overhead watching them with a close eye. She had yet to figure it out, but he had a way of making them hurt without even lifting a finger.
Payton stood in front of the dreaded Barracks, wrinkling her nose at the smell. It was almost as if the experiments took place in the barracks alone, wreaking of carrion and rot. With a deep and regretful breath, she walked into the dark cellar and flicked on the lights.
Bulbs that hung limply from wire flickered on, barely giving light to faces but enough to recognize shapes and lumps of the Deformed.
"Master says it's time for practice, Vets. If you see somebody you don't recognize, you have to show them where the showers are and get them cleaned up and in their costumes. Master already has them picked out."
The cat girl pointed to a room at the opposite side that glowed slightly brighter than the room she was currently in. She saw heads poking up from lumps, but to decipher who they were was almost impossible.
As sad as it was, it was nearly impossible to tell who was who. There was always new faces entering the Circus, and just as many who vanished without any trace. Those were the ones they didn't speak about. If they did, they would become one of the unspoken.
"If you're new here, find someone who looks like they know what they're doing. Its best not to keep the Master waiting. You know what happens when he is kept waiting.."
"Your...world..?" You manage to moan pitifully causing the red-clad man to laugh harder.
"Yes, you silly goose. My world." He says as he motions to the cell that you're currently in. Absently, you take not that there are other people chained to the walls... deformed people... "I have brought you here... And fixed you." He chuckles. "...And you will preform in my circus." You open your mouth to object, but he notices this and cuts you off. "If you refuse... Well then, you'll just end up like the others." He says with a sense of grim satisfaction before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
What others..? You wonder to yourself. You can't help but try to imagine how many others there are... or were. You try to take a moment to process things. You were taken from your home and brought to this.. this circus only to be changed into... you don't know what. "Its best for you to just listen to Master.." A small voice says from across the room.
You glance up to see the voice came from a rather small girl that is also chained to the wall. You instantly note that she has a cat tail with little ears resting on top of her head. You think she's looking at you, but you can't be quite sure. "If you don't... Well.."
Escape... You glance around at the others as they nod in agreement. You suppose it sounds like a good idea. First, however, you have more important things to worry about. Such as things like what that monster of a ringmaster did to you. Steeling yourself for the worst, you glance down to see what you've become...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The Ring Master
"This is hard work, you know."
The Ring Master spoke to a corpse of a young boy who's ribcage resembled carrion. His heart was attatched to wires, keeping it alive until he was finished. Stray body parts littered the room, and dirty lights cast eerie lights across the body. There was no sound, spare for the clinking of medical supplies, the buzz of the electricity pumping life into the heart, and the light and spirited voice of the Ring Master.
"This is hard work. Cutting all of you open and taking you apart. I give birth to a new you, and do I get a thanks for it? Oh no. They are angry at me. But why? I do nothing wrong!"
His voice was pouty and and mocking, as if to tease a child who got no praise for doing something. Of course, nobody could hear the Ring Master, but who would object to the brain of a Mad Man?"
"What a boring life they would have without me! I made them into something everybody wants to see. They are the stars of my show! And you will be, too, my little sweet!"
There were spare limbs everywhere, parts of animals of unknown species scattered about. Extra eyes and fingers float in nameless liquids across spider webbed shelves.
"Shall we make you a spider? Or perhaps like my precious Payton and give you some ears. Oh! Maybe a tail? Or extra teeth? What do you say?"
The Ring Master gave a small pout when the body didn't answer, its heart beating slow and steady.
"Hmph. Figures. All of my creations are so unappreciative. I let them preform and be beautiful stars in front of crowds, yet they are still sad. There is no pleasing them!"
The body twitched as the Ring Master attatched a third eye on its neck, its slimy iris blinking once before remaining unmoving.
"You know, you should just see the other creations! The Twins, My MY! What a tricky on they were. All those screams. Gave me a killer headache, oh yes! Quiet they were not, Oh Ho! They thrashed so much they tore themselves apart! The second time took me the longest, It did, I had to attach them at the bone. They weren't getting away that time, Gosh no!"
A gap tore its way across the shoulder of the cold body, in which the twisted man added the teeth of several different species into the space.
"Or even the Plant Girl. Oh, she was fun! I had almost scrapped her, I did, until I saw the saddest looking plant outside! Funny, yes! Now they suck the life from her blood and create the prettiest image! How the crowd does cheer for her."
The gap, now filled with teeth and a stray eye laying dormant, began to eerily move as if it were its own mouth, clamping shut almost close to the Ring Master's fingers.
"Op! Close one, oh yes! Oh but think! You might become friends with the Ghost Boy. It was the most cutest thing to watch him wake up to see he was barely there! The fear on his face was truly a knee slapper, let me tell you! It's almost ironic watching the silly thing go through walls without even realizing it!"
This time, the heart spasmed and stopped altogether, signaling the death of the boy lying idle on the table.
"Well Drat! You had to go and die, too! So unappreciative! And I thought you would be different. Such a shame. However your hands are beautiful, simply beautiful! I will surely put them on a beautiful young lady so she can lift four objects at once, oh splendid! And... Oh my, look at the time. They should be waking up soon! Now, don't you go anywhere, Darling, I want those beautiful hands of yours."
The Ring Master wiped his hands on a dirty rag before grabbing an unknown object and tossed it to the far side of the room. A squeak was heard, along with the clatter of metal against tile as the object clattered to the ground after meeting its target.
"PAYTON! Darling, go wake up the others. Its time for Rehersals. Take that sweet little tail of yours and scurry along to wash up and gather the others to meet me in the big top, before I take one of those precious doe eyes of yours and rip one out. Got it, Payton? Ta Ta."
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Payton Aegis
Payton, the small cat-like child, slept and twitched peacefully in her 'crate' created by Master. He had seemed to take a small liking to her from the beginning, and always kept her apart from the main 'barracks' from where the others slept. She was partly thankful, since the Barracks were nothing more than dirty cells that smelled very unclean. The downfall of being with Master, was his small rants as he talked to the half-alive people he liked to mismatch like some sort of twisted game. She couldn't say she enjoyed being liked by him particularly. It only left room to be tormented more or played with, which she didn't enjoy in the least.
Payton had been absorbed in a rather enjoyable dream, with people she didn't seem to know. She was happy in the dream, however, and had an aching sense that she knew them somehow. But, before the little cat-girl could place a finger on who they were exactly, a sharp object lodged itself in her ankle and she jumped with a large MRREEOOOW!.
Her ears stood at attention and the pain made her tail poof up to half its original size. The threat alone made her hop out and immediately start the long walk to the barracks. It was still dark out, and she knew that Master had taken it upon himself to make some new creations since the last show, which meant she had to do another introduction. She hated it here, she had to admit. It wasn't exactly 'special' treatment she received, If anything it was more a punishment that wouldn't end.
Her ankle hurt as she walked out the door and into the open air, past the tent and torwards the building that looked strangely out of place in the already creepy circus area. The circus moved, which meant that by the next night, all of their presence would be gone. Tonight, however, there would be a show, and that meant preparing the ones who would most likely be in shock from being in a new place, and a new body.
She knew some of the vets would already be awake and dreading the next few hours of practice, Master overhead watching them with a close eye. She had yet to figure it out, but he had a way of making them hurt without even lifting a finger.
Payton stood in front of the dreaded Barracks, wrinkling her nose at the smell. It was almost as if the experiments took place in the barracks alone, wreaking of carrion and rot. With a deep and regretful breath, she walked into the dark cellar and flicked on the lights.
Bulbs that hung limply from wire flickered on, barely giving light to faces but enough to recognize shapes and lumps of the Deformed.
"Master says it's time for practice, Vets. If you see somebody you don't recognize, you have to show them where the showers are and get them cleaned up and in their costumes. Master already has them picked out."
The cat girl pointed to a room at the opposite side that glowed slightly brighter than the room she was currently in. She saw heads poking up from lumps, but to decipher who they were was almost impossible.
As sad as it was, it was nearly impossible to tell who was who. There was always new faces entering the Circus, and just as many who vanished without any trace. Those were the ones they didn't speak about. If they did, they would become one of the unspoken.
"If you're new here, find someone who looks like they know what they're doing. Its best not to keep the Master waiting. You know what happens when he is kept waiting.."
