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A month later, the circus had moved into a new town and right next to a carnival. Marie allowed everyone to go and advertise as well as have a little fun at the carnival. Everyone pretty much bended in since there were many interesting things to see at carnivals. (y/n) wished she had at least four more pairs of eyes as she took in the sights of the carnival. “Wooooooooow!!” she exclaimed excitedly, “this. Is. AMAZING!!” She spun around. Everyone had to chuckle at (y/n)’s response to a carnival. “Well, I know you want to explore this place, but first comes our duties,” Slenderman explained, holding u

“I-I don’t think I can do this,” (y/n) said anxiously, rubbing at her tail nervously. She was standing behind the scenes of the circus act in her (f/c), ballerina outfit she personally chose to wear for her act, which was gonna start in a few minutes and she was starting to really get cold feet. Laughing Jack was next to her, trying to get her to calm down. “(y/n), don’t worry, you practiced your act many times, and I have to say your form was perfect.” “Yeah, but that was because there weren’t thousands of people watching me!” (y/n)’s ears flattened on her head, “What if I m

“That was amazing!!” (y/n) exclaimed when she met back with Marie after the show. Marie softly smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” “Oh, I wish I could be part of a circus.” “Well then, why don’t you be part of ours?” (y/n)’s ears twitched, as if they weren’t sure they heard Marie correctly. “Huh? Are you serious?” “Yes my dear, I’m so very serious.” “B-b-but, what on earth can I do?” “Well, we don’t have a tightrope walker, would you like that act?” “Um, I’m not sure if I can actually do that.&

The girl ran and ran through the woods, men behind her with dogs and rifles that were loaded with tranquilizers. The moment (y/n) was born, her fate was sealed when her poor parents heard of an organization that would offer money to anyone who gave them a newborn child. Her heartless parents didn’t bat an eye when they handed her over to the scientists with no hesitation, and cruel smiles where on their faces when they received their hefty check from one of the men. They immediately got to work, injecting her with a strange substance from needles and did nothing as she squirmed and cried out in pain. This continued for about a month, t

You hummed “Pop Goes the Weasel” innocently while smiling softly. Why? A certain killer was on your mind. You giggled softly and touched your fingers to your mouth to conceal your giggle. You felt wet on your lips. “Dammit,” you swore. You had gotten blood on your lips. You sighed and wiped it on your sleeve though you were sure you had just smeared it on you a bit more. You looked down at your victim whom was barely hanging on to life. You giggled at his appearance, and your laughter steadily grew. Before you knew it you were laughing with tears beginning to leak from your eyes. He just looked so funny with that look

It was an obvious fact that baking was one of your favourite hobbies.The large collection of baking trays often stacked in the sink of Slender Manor, the scent of cake that seemed to stick to you at all times and the multiple icing sugar packets sprawled across your bedroom floor was a dead giveaway. Even your outfit seemed to match your obsession with baking! What you often wore was a (f/c) blouse and a simple (s/f/c) skirt that was covered with a black apron that had white frills covering the edge. On your feet there were (f/c) pumps with matching socks that stopped at your mid-thigh, and your hair was styled into a bun with a cupcake hai

The continuous thumping of the bass echoed through your earphones and your (h/l) (h/c) swayed along to the bobbing motions of your head as you fluttered around the large room that consisted of a double bed, two desks (covered in clutter), a large oak wardrobe painted a dark shade of green, a large TV that had more gaming systems than one could count and a bookshelf stacked with movies and videogames. You swayed your hips as the main singer continued the chorus and started to put away the many games that lay strewn across the bedroom floor, leaving a few on the Queen-sized bed that you were aiming to play later and a cardboard pizza box that

You grinned manically as the bullet you shot hit the zombie in front of you, its blood splattering across the poorly pixelated ground and the undead walker crumpling under its own weight with an obvious sign of injury to its frontal lobe. A small chuckle escaped your chapped lips and you kicked the body to your left, successfully clearing your path and letting you skip past as another herd of zombies came from behind. You twirled around at the several groans and readied your shot gun, lining up your shot with the closest walker's forehead until the disgusting scent of rotting flesh and blood flooded into your nose. Dread washed over your body