A Most Grotesque Display (jobros x fem!reader circus au)

12| Freakshow

(wattpads acting weird, i apologize for the strange spacing)

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There's a reason the tent was dubbed [The Mind Electric], and most shockingly, its for the worst of kinds.

(Y/n) used to have a father, a simple one that wanted a simple life, as a plain fisherman and occasional thief when times were desperate.

Her father, to which people called 'Line' under the rumor of him catching a bass with fishing line alone, never quite figured out that his daughter was peculiar of sorts. Nor did he know what would become of her.

Now, a depression befell the town one day, one so low and so sudden, that no one had time to prepare or process what had happened. Soon, the once plain thievery Line committed just to get by, turned into robberies, then break-ins. And one day, murder.

He was caught the day he killed his first man.

Pleading guilty under the premise of having 'phycological conditions', and claiming himself insane and in need of shock therapy, the government electrocuted Lines brain as requested, and though he hadn't been mad before, and merely pretended to be, the 'therapy' went south... And as some may guess.. It wasn't pretty.

His daughter was left to her devices, and given only a quarter of his finances, as if he had use for them behind bars. To the streets she went and stayed for a while, and quite a long while, as people wanted naught a thing to do with a mad mans child. 

She was already avoided due to the simple fact that she played with the spiders that found homage in her attic, but with word around that her father went nuts, many feared she'd be next.

Bucciarati, the friendly little boy that had always invited her on fishing trips, became her friend no longer; and instead, a young girl named Hermes came to play, always visiting the little alley that she had called 'home', or at least, her 'safe space'.

She was a freak for being able to make double of something miraculously. You could ask for a button from a pocket with nothing else in there, and she'd give you it. Though not a moment later, she'd pull out another, like there had been two the entire time. Some even questioned why (Y/n) was a magician in the circus when Hermes could pull such a trick.

Hermes was strange, like (Y/n), but not in the sense that she played with spiders like her, or danced with little twig puppets like the boy across the street-- but because she always had two of everything.

The girl even remembered a time that Hermes had given her a jacket she was wearing to cover her tattered clothes, and then, like magic, she pulled an exact copy from out beneath some wood.

Hermes, truly and honestly, was her only friend. For a very long time, too, as she was the only one that could stand the creepy-crawlies loitering around the alley.

Then, along came Speedwagon.

He always like fast things. Anything that was faster than him was competition, if not, a tool to make him better. Seeing him zoom past the the entrance was never uncommon, and in fact, a normality. (Y/n) and Hermes would play cards and keep to themselves, even as the young blonde boy would yell obnoxiously as he crossed in a blur.

It was only when one day that he stopped to approach them did they become acquainted.

He ended up joining in on their games and conversations, and while it took him a while to adjust to the spiders in the shadows of the alley, even accidently squishing some. Eventually, he found friends in those two. Such good friends, in fact, he always thought to bring them a snack or some flowers whenever he came by.