Cold eyes (reader x various book of Circus characters)

So it begins {1}

Legend
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It will be in italics when it is in the past/flash back
(y/n) your name, (h/c) hair color, (f/f) favorite food, etc.
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"WHERE DID SHE GO?! WHY DID YOU LET HER GET AWAY YOU STUPID BRAT?!" You hear in the distance as you run down a dark alley. You sit down behind a building, panting. Gosh I can't believe I actually got away with that... it was way to close of a call for my liking. You think as you break off a piece of the high quality bread you just stole from the baker. You probably would have felt worse about what you did if the man wasn't such a jerk. But you hadn't eaten in days and the bread was just there, out in the open. Naturally you grabbed a loaf and ran, unfortunately for you though, the baker saw. Sighing you slowly ate the piece you broke off. It's (your birth date)... My birthday... you thought to yourself. It's been another year... since that day...

You wake up in a soft bed, with silk sheets and a feather mattress. You were woken by the bright sunlight and birdsong of early morning. Yawning, you stand up and walk to the window, admiring the view of the rose garden below. Well, it's my birthday... I'm 14 now... maybe mother and father will be nice to me for once! With the false hope that your parents might see you differently than they did before, you decide to be as nice and polite them as you can possibly be. You happily walk to your wardrobe, excited for the rest of the day to come. Now, what should I wear?
*a short time later*
having chosen a pretty dress you decide you're ready to face your parents and (you hope) their happy faces...

You finished the piece of bread you were eating, having savored every last crumb. You tucked the rest into your shoulder bag, saving it for later. You stand up and brush off your plain, torn, dress. You can't risk getting found and thrown in jail. You head farther down the alleyway, in hope of finding some sort of cardboard box without a leak you could sleep in. Finding no such thing you leave the alleyway onto a busy street, praying that the baker went somewhere else to search for you. "THAT'S HER OVER THERE!" You hear an unfortunately familiar voice call. *sigh* Just my luck.

You knock on your father's study, giddier than you've been in years. "Who is it? What do you want?" You hear your father call. "Uh... It's me.. uh... your daughter." You say, starting to lose confidence when you heard his angry tone. "Come in." he replies. You slowly open the door, putting on a fake, yet (hopefully) welcoming smile. *Sigh* "What is it that you want, (y/n)?" you hear him say with an annoyed tone. "Well it's my birthday..." you say with a cheerful voice. "And, is that any reason to bother me?" he said, glaring at you. "W-well, I-I mean..." "Answer Me Properly!" he yells at you. "No. it wasn't a good reason to bother you..." you say with a small voice, looking at the ground. Your father walks up to you and grabs your arm. He shoves you out the door, and you fall to your knees from the sudden push. You hear the door slam and your father muttering in an angry tone. Regaining your composure, you stand up and walk to your mother's study, hoping for a better reaction.

With an annoyed tch sound, you run in the other direction, looking for somewhere to hide. You stealthily ducked into a shop. "Heheh Hello dear, what can I help you with?" a creepy man with long silver hair says. Looking around, you see a whole pile of coffins surrounding you. "Please, sir, can you offer me somewhere to hide for the time being?" you said with a panicked voice. "of course dear, but you're going to have to pay the price... Heheheh" Why is this man always laughing? you think to yourself. "ill pay you when the people chasing me have come and gone". you said, looking behind you, worried they'll burst through the door at any second. "Heheheh okay, dear... step right in... Heheh" he says, opening a coffin for you to hide in. Though you don't know this man, for some strange reason you feel like you can trust him. you step into the coffin and he closes the lid. At least it's padded... You thought, chuckling. After about a minute of lying in the coffin, you hear the door-bell and hear the voice of who you assume to be the police officer. Damn... they're going through a lot of trouble for a single loaf of bread... "Have you seen a girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair? she was about (height)..." you hear the police officer say. "Heheh... No, no one looking as such passed through my shop... Heheh... but I think I saw someone looking like that go to the library down the street... Heheh..." you hear the silver-haired man reply. You hear the door-bell go again as the police officer leaves, and the silver-haired man opens the coffin lid for you to get out. "Thank you sir! you've just saved my life!" you say, relieved that had actually worked. "How much do you want me to pay you?" you say, suddenly worried about how the hell you're going to get any money to pay him back with. "Heheh I want the gift of pure laughter! Heheheh." you blink a couple times, your eyes wide with disbelief. "Uh... well in that case..." you start off your funny story with- "well, one day in a small cottage in the woods..."
*a short time later*
"then the guy said 'That's what she said' and the girl said 'yeah, not to you'!" you finish off the story. "HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" The man laughs. You think you hear the sign in front of the door fall from the loud laughter, but you're not sure it that is even possible. "heheh that was priceless! you've got a real talent young missy! but now, I don't think you ever told me your name..."
"My name is (y/n)... and what may I call you?" you ask back. "heheh Well missy, you can call me the Undertaker" you smile genuinely and turn to leave, but before you could exit the shop, the undertaker put his hand on your shoulder. "heheh just wait here a minute" he left to the back of the room, and came back holding a hat. "heheh... you don' t want them recognizing you... here, let me... heheh" he said, pulling your (h/c) hair into the hat. 

You knock on your mother's study, still disheartened by your father's reaction. Your mother opens the door with a smile. seeing it's you, and not whoever your mother was hoping to see, her smile falters. "Oh. it's you..." she says, obviously disappointed. "It is my birthday!" you say happily, hope still in your eyes. You thought you saw something change in your mother's eyes. Maybe her eyes softened a bit? you thought to yourself, wishing that were true. "yes, and what about it?" your mother replies "w-well I was wondering if I could have a birthday party?" you say shyly. Your mother, looking bored as ever with you, replies with a sickly sweet voice, "Well, who would we invite? you have no friends, and ours barely even know you exist..." she turns away and walks to her desk, but you hear her mutter to herself "and why would we celebrate the day a bloody mistake was born..." With tears stinging your eyes, threatening to fall at any minute, you run out of your parent's mansion and into the forest behind.
*a while later*
you had found a suitable tree with thick enough branches. you had climbed high enough to get hurt if you were to fall, but you were comfortable climbing trees and knew how to be safe while in them. you were sobbing silently- or so you thought. But you heard a voice from down below... a young girl's voice "Hello? are you okay up there?"