Miss Pegasus' weird Oneshots

The Circus - Poppy x Imelda

Screams came from the tent onto the festival grounds. "Are you sure you want to go in there?" the brunette witch asked her black-haired companion. "100 percent," she replied. Her friend eyed the circus tent suspiciously. "I don't know. It almost sounds like people would get slaughtered in there." "Don't be like that. I'm with you; nothing will happen to you." "You're saying that now. And tomorrow, this horror tent will be in the newspaper because there really was a murder there." The brunette wrapped her arms around her body. "You've watched too many horror films, Poppy. This is just about getting a little scared. That's all," the black-haired woman promised and linked arms with her girlfriend. She patted her hand reassuringly. "Those are just actors in there. They're just pretending. You just have to remember that; then you'll have fun. I promise." Together, they got in line for the Horror Maze. Imelda was thrilled and excited; Poppy was unsure and afraid.

"What if I get so scared that I faint?" Poppy asked. "Or worse, I wet my pants?" Imelda laughed. "If you faint, I'll catch you. If you pee yourself, I'll probably laugh at you, but at least you'll be warm. For a few minutes, at least." "That's a great prospect," Poppy grumbled, fiddling with her costume. "And what if I accidentally hit one of the actors because they scared me so much?" "Then they'll throw us out, and we'll be banned from the venue forever," Imelda giggled. "Just stay calm and hold my hand if you want. Then nothing will go wrong." The line moved a little further forward.

"I haven't seen anyone come out of that damn thing yet, Imelda," Poppy said worriedly after a while in the queue. "The exit is probably somewhere we can't see it from here," Imelda explained in a calm tone. "It's probably on purpose, so you get a little scared. It would ruin the whole thing if you saw people laughing as they exited the haunted tent. You're supposed to think it's terribly scary and dangerous there." The queue moved a little further forward.

Soon, the two witches were standing in front of the entrance to the tent. It was their turn next. Since groups of four people were always brought into the tent, they joined a strange couple behind them. The young woman was already clinging anxiously to her boyfriend's arm. "James, I don't want to go in there," she whimpered. The aforementioned James kissed her on the forehead. "It won't be that bad, Melissa," he reassured her. "I'm here. I'll protect you." "If necessary, we'll throw him at the monsters as a distraction so we can escape," Imelda joked, promptly receiving a shocked look from Melissa.

A tall man in a scary circus director costume stepped out of the tent. His skin was made up in ashen colour, and his clothes were torn, as if he had been dead for a while. "Welcome to the Circus Daemonicus," he greeted them with a slight bow. "We're always happy to have guests. But before I let you in, I must point out that we are not liable in the event of injury, nightmares, trauma, severed limbs, or death. You have been warned." Melissa squealed, and Poppy's knees went weak. "S-severed limbs?" she stammered, unsure if she had heard correctly. The ringmaster waved his hand casually. "Yeah, you know. Fingers, arms, legs. The usual." Imelda laughed at the comment, but the other three looked less enthusiastic. "Well, enough chatting. Follow me, please." The ringmaster waved the four behind him and backed into the tent.

"I see we have a strong man on the team," the ringmaster said to James. "Do you think you can protect the three ladies?" "I'll try," James replied, whereupon the ringmaster laughed maliciously. "We'll see. What's your name, my naughty one?" Without hesitation, James told him his name. The ringmaster grinned broadly and nodded. Then he called over his shoulder into the tent: "Guys, I've brought you James. He wants to appear strong, but I can already smell his fear pee." Laughing eerily, he stopped and invited the four of them to enter the ring with a sweeping gesture. "Good luck." With that, he disappeared back into the entrance.

You couldn't see a metre in the ring. Thick fog and dim lighting gave the empty circus tent a spooky atmosphere. At least the tent seemed empty. The four tried to see something in the mist. A path, or perhaps possible dangers, but they couldn't see anything. With small steps, they ventured further and further into the middle of the ring. Suddenly, a ball rolled in from the right. Poppy, James and Melissa flinched while Imelda giggled. They moved closer together. Melissa clung to James' arm as if her life depended on it. Poppy stayed close to Imelda but didn't dare show her fear.