Walking to school on another snow day, Hello. My name is Tweek tweak. And lately...wait what is happening lately. Just school going home sleeping repeatedly. What happened to all the drama? It's like I was...𝒻ℴ𝓇𝑔ℴ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓃． no Craig, no butters, hell even no Eric! I- *the world went black. I ended up in a-...circus tent? But it was really small and a few doors with names on them, acrobat, contortionist, magician, Trapezes, clown, ringmaster, And finally tight rope. I was about scream my fucking head off when someone tapped my shoulder. This man probably my age, black hair, a hat, a suit, and- horns? Is this the ring master? There was a flier a few inches away from me. All the other names were blurry except his. 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞́. "Hello! Nice to see someone after years!" "W-where am I?" He suddenly appeared in front of me "the circus of the forgotten! That means you were forgotten by the viewers!" That struck something. "Th-the viewers!?" "Oh dummy! You were apart of a show! South Park was just a show and you stopped showing up so you were forgotten by the town and the show. Kinda like the rest of us...I had an episode to myself, it was literally named Damien btw! And that how I met ###!" The words were glitched out like he wasn't supposed to say their name. "Oh silly me. But anyway I was a forgotten character my last appearance was in the stick of truth game. Ironically I was just at a movie theater. Oh yeah! This is our circus! There is acts all the time! The acrobat, contortionist, blah blah blah. The trapeze performance. Is the most popular. And highly rated!" "You have actual people who watch your acts?" He stared at me and laughed. "Well I think I know somebody who can answer that" before I could respond he threw me into the cloth door of the acrobats area...it was quiet, a nice area and a ring from the roof, holding someone...
