The Freakshow Circus

Bad influences

August's POV:

The smell of weed was what woke me up. My eyes slowly opened and I covered my nose and mouth. "Gross." I said to myself. "Really? I don't mind it." a voice said right next to me. I turn to my left and saw a bald, pale, veiny face growing out of my lower neck.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed. "GYAAAAAAAAHHHH!" the other head screamed. "WHOA!" another voice shouted and a thud followed soon after. I looked at where it came from and there was a person. His hair was dark orange brown and matted almost like an abused dog. His body was all at the same time tall, boney, and muscular. But his eyes were what disturbed me the most. Not only were they red from the marijuana, the iris almost looked like it had exploded.

I backed away from this person until I was against the dull orange wall. He got up from the floor and walked toward me. He stared at me with his disturbing eyes and smiled. "You need to calm down." he chuckled, "I can help you two with that." He turned around and walked to a desk in the corner of this room. "I'm Skinned by the way." He told us. "No you're not." the head said.

Skinned turned around and giggled. "Whoops, that's not my name, that's what I am during a performance! Oooooooohhhhhhh have I got something to show you!" He reached into his pants pocket and pulled something out. It was a switchblade. I looked for the door and tried to run for it, but my left foot would not cooperate. "No brother. Don't run. I want to watch Skinned." the head said. Brother? What the hell?! And why can't I move?! "This knife is not for you, don't worry head with hair. Listen to the other head." Skinner said as he took the knife and put the blade on the edge of his hairline and started to carve around his face.

I tried again to move away to the door. But my left leg wouldn't cooperate. I fell to the floor. "Ouch! Brother, stop! I want to see what he's doing!" I glanced back at Skinned and saw that part of his face was pealed off. He was still taking it off. "STOP IT! YOU'LL DIE!" I screamed.

"Ok, did you not hear what I said about this being what I am?" He continued with the knife and then pulled the skin off his face. "Ta-dah!" he assumedly smiled and held up the skin of his face. "Yay! Whoo-hoo!" the head cheered. I vomited on the floor. "Yuck, gross brother." "Ah, that's nasty. No weed for my head with hair." Skinned said as he took his skin and put it in a drawer. He opened another one and fiddled with the things inside it and then handed it to my left hand.

It was a roll of weed. I tried to grab it, but my left side of my body won't listen to me and wouldn't allow me. With my right hand, I grabbed it and threw it on the floor before it could smoke it. "Hey! What was that?!" it shouted. "No! I am not doing weed!" "It's not even you smoking it!" "But it's MY BODY! How do you have control of half of it?!"

"I don't know. I just woke up and was with you, my brother!" "I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER! I AM A VICTIM!" I screamed, grabbing the door knob. But it opened on me and hit me and the head in our faces. The head was knocked unconscious. I was disoriented. A pale skinned person walked in and threw something at Skinned. It missed "Skinner, do I have to do what I did to Moody?" he said. My eyes focused and I saw a snake skin like person. I looked at what he threw at Skinned. It was a dagger that was deep in the wall.

I didn't bother to stay around. Since the head was out, I regained control of my left arm and leg. The snake skin guy moved and I sprinted out the door. "Oh no you don't!" the snake skin guy shouted a few seconds later and started to sprint after me. I turned around the corner and saw other doors. One opened and without hesitation I ran inside.

"Gyaahhh!" the girl who opened it screamed as I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. "Get the chair! GET THE CHAIR!" I shouted at her. She pulled out the chair from her vanity set and handed it to me. I angled it against the door knob so it would buy me time. It was when my adrenaline stopped pumping through me that I realized the girl that helped me was as white as paper. "I am so sorry to do this. I have to hide until I know how to get out of here!" I told her. "I'm sorry..." she said as she shed a tear, "there is no way out of here."

There was a hard pounding at the door. "OPEN THIS DOOR MOODY!" the snake person shouted. "I am so sorry..." she sobbed as she reached for the chair to move it. "Wait! No please!" I begged her. "I'm sorry!" she cried, "I limp when I walk because of him now!" She lifted her tutu and showed me a scar on her upper thigh. "I'm so sorry..." she sobbed before moving the chair and opening the door. The snake man and Skinned stepped in. The snake man glared at me. Moody sobbed and lunged at me, but Skinned grabbed her and pulled her away. "No! NOO!" she sobbed, "PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM!"

"Skinner get her out of here." Snake man commanded him. "But I'm skinned." he said so calmly. "That's what you are during A PERFORMANCE! YOUR REAL NAME IT SKINNER! GET HER OUT OF HERE AND MAKE HER CALM DOWN!" Snake man shouted. "SETH, PLEASE NOO!" Moody struggled and screamed as she was taken away from apparently Skinner.

"Come with me." The snake man said as he grabbed my throat and pulled me to Skinner's room and put me to unconsciousness.