Sundrop and Moondrop x reader

Ringmaster ultimate.

Author note: ULTRA LIBIDO! okay, storytime xx.

Ever since the pizzaplex was burned and replaced with the circus, you couldn't help but long for Sundrop and Moondrop although you knew you couldn't have them. You craved kind physical touch after all the torture and drugs. Sun and moon burned in the pizzaplex right? They can't come back right? Whatever, such chimeric dreams are not important right now.

You were in your new dressing room, prepping for your first show. Tons of clown makeup and black eyeliner. It was impossible to recognize you, with your new look and personality.

Your libido was insanely high yet touch starved... oh shut up.

Showtime!!!

You shoved aphrodisiac in your mouth and thought to yourself:

" Okay so, all you had to go was perform for a second, announce the acts, then pull out a gun and shoot everyone with your fellow clowns/servants. You felt the sweat building up, you couldn't wait to outlet your anger on a bunch of disgusting ugly huma- PIGS. "

Suddenly you were walking out, smiling ear to ear. Not walking, backflips, cartwheels, spreadeagle SMACK!  You stood on your soap box and put your arms out in a performer stance.

The other clowns did their series of flips and entered, bright lights everywhere. One of the clowns came down on an aerial hoop sticking their long red tongue out making silly faces and throwing confetti everywhere.

"Hello, ladies and gents! Welcome to the latest addition to fazbear entertainment, The ultimate circus!" Deafening applause and screeches filled the hot circus tent. "ALRIIIIIGHT EVERYONE! LET US GIVE A WAAARM WELCOME TO OUR FIRST ACT, THE TRAPEZE BELLES!"

The trapeze belles were two girls in southern belle attire doing complex tricks on trapezes and hanging from them. Those girls were so amazing!

The southern belles finished and you gave them a round of applause, along with the 469 people in the circus tent. Oh shit, you have to call the second act.

"WOW, YOU GUYS! WASN'T THAT GREAT? Well, then you will love this next act, our beloved Sparky the terror terrier!" Terror indeed, Sparky can beat grown men in games of tug of war and do many tricks, the act after he was done is when we would strike.

He finally finished his act. Now I gotta announce the clown act. No, wait there is a music cue. It's a surprise!
The music turned on and the clown car rolled in. It was a small, colorful car with two armed clowns in it, plus a small wagon in it with one, armed, tiny clown. suddenly the music started to distort and the clowns went ballistic. 

"STUPID MOTHER FUCKERS!" You say as you climb onto a box with an assault rifle and began to fire. After a while, you had to reload your gun and there were surprisingly still some survivors sitting in the audience panicking. Others were banging on the door than getting shot.

During the chaos, you noticed a boy your age sitting down and watching, not dead so you climb the seats and sit down on his lap(facing him obviously), putting the assault rifle to his head. 

"Don't you have something better to do? Or something to love?" The boy asked calmly.

You twitch at the thought of that and then pin the boy to the chair. That last question stuck in your head. 

Then you looked at the boy up and down and noticed his piercing green eyes. 

Your instincts and libido took over.

You couldn't help but kiss him, your tongues curling onto each other, his struggling brought you back to reality so you shot him in the head, his blood splattered on your face. 

Ugh... this is way better than drugs.

Suddenly, two animatronics swooped you up.