The Gang

Circus Baby

For this chapter, please listen to: Dancing in the Moonlight by Top Loader.... Hope you enjoy!
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Again, another plan of mine had failed. Of course.

"Circus Baby, didn't I tell you to stop with your plans?" William says in frustration. I shrug. "Hey - it isn't my fault I want to be outside. We never get to go outside, ever since you put us in this goddamned asylum!" William sighs and sits back down on his chair. "Look. I know you may be my best friend's daughter, but that doesn't mean I still can't punish you." I look at the window, which was all boarded up. Only a little bit of sunlight was showing. It hits my snowy white skin, making me smile a little. But only a little.

I stand up and cross my arms. "Look. I don't give a damn if you like me or not. All I want to do is to go outside. That's it." William stares at me and smiles. "Okay. Well, after a few more weeks, you should be out and ready," he says in that obnoxious voice of his. I snort. "Yeah, I doubt that."

My bright green eyes stand out in the dark, making people turn their attention to me. In my normal everyday clothes, I wear black gloves and a chain necklace, which was from my father, hanging from my neck. I wear a short punk-ish pink skirt, a side chain hanging from inside and a pink crop-top with a vest and some black laced-up boots. I glare at people who eye me with interest, and just continue on with my daily life. I slam the door as soon as I got inside and sit down on my bed. This isn't a normal world, I thought, you're in a asylum. I stare at the empty brown desk coated with dust. It had been a long time.

"Are you still going to make stuff?" asks a raspy voice. I shake my head and lay back down on the brown bed. "No. I still have to focus on getting out of here."

A dark silhouette comes out. He tips his top hat and grins at me. "Hello, again, Circus Baby." He wears a white and pink suit, a blue bunny puppet on his right hand. The top hat has a purple stripe, and he wears a bow tie which was neatly placed on his collar. He closed only two buttons on his suit, his hair neatly combed. "The next show would be coming up in about an hour from now. I suggest you prepare for your main act," reminds Funtime Freddy. A small tug on the corner of my lips. "Thank you for reminding me, Funtime Freddy, but I don't need anyone reminding me." He frowns but smiles after a few brief seconds. "Of course. After all, you are Michael's favourite. Anyways, good luck." I force myself to smile. "Yeah. Thanks. You too."

(Circus Baby in clown suit is above.)
I open my small cabinet, and take out my clothes. It resembles a clown's suit, but more. . . feminine. A red frilly dress with a white frilly part in the middle. I tie the big white ribbon around my neck and I tie that white thing with frills on each of my wrists. White gloves on my hands, a ring on my left. White boots were the only ones that covered my bare legs. I did my makeup, making my short eyebrows look blue, and my long eyelashes blue as well. My normal white nose was now red, a clown's nose. Red lipstick on my thin lips, and dark red circles on my cheeks which was only usually light red. The side of my eyes end in blue.

Funtime Freddy opens the door with a familiar friend outside. "You just had to open the door," Ballora mutters angrily. Funtime Freddy shrugs and then smiles at her. "Oh, don't worry, Ballora, I'm done anyways," I say, trying to calm her. She turns her attention to me. "Really? A-Are you sure?" I nod my head, while giving her a brief smile. "Of course I am, Ballora. I'm always sure." I carry my bag of supplies and walk out the door with my friends. We were hired by William Afton to entertain the bored children, thus the clown suits. It is a Monday today, so we are going to entertain them during the day, tomorrow we will entertain them during the night, Wednesday, during lunch, Thursday, dinner, Friday, breakfast. The weekends would be Springtrap's group to entertain them. "Circus Baby? Where are you going? The Gallery is here." I stop and turn around. I had already passed the gallery. "Right. Sorry, Ballora," I apologise. Ballora smiles and blushes. "O-Oh, it's okay, really, it is," she says nervously. Someone tapped on my shoulder, and says in a cheerful voice, "Hey, Baby! Ready for today's show?" I walk to the doors of the Gallery, and drag Ballora with me.