I'm really sad that my older books are getting more views than the newer ones I'm currently working that have waaaaayyyy better grammar and stories. But, I guess I can't really complain at this point. (•_•) Oh well just read the chapter, my little binge readers :p
You were a circus puppet in the World's Greatest Circus. Screw them, you would say because...they didn't know the truth. The other performers didn't know either. Only the ringmaster. He knew because it was his fault.
You didn't exist because of him.
You're dead.
It started off at the Circus's performance on opening night. They only rehearsed a few times, so they would be a little clumsy. You went to the show with your little brother, Andrew. Andrew and you took the front row seats to get the best view.
The lights in the tent went out and a spotlight appeared over a circled stand.
"Welcome to the Circus!" A cheesy voice chuckled from a microphone backstage.
Your little 5 year old brain was getting mixed signals from this place.
It's a trap, (y/n)!
This guy seems nice!
No, No! He's evil don't you see?
Andrew tugged on your arm to drag you with him off of the bleachers.
"Let's get better seats!"
"Okay!" You thought he was referring to the seats on the other side of the tent. But no. You were so wrong. Andrew's common sense was thrown out the window at this point.
He stopped pulling at your arm once you and him were backstage with only a little view from behind the curtains to watch the show.
"And now...for my last performance...The remarkable sword trick!" The cartoonish ringmaster wiggles his eyebrows while balancing the sword in front of him. The audience applauded awkwardly. The man then slowly slides the sharp sword down his throat. The audience gasps in surprise.
"Man, this is stupid!" Andrew whispers.
"You said a bad word! I'm telling mom!" You stomped out of the curtain.
The ringmaster pulls out the sword and throws it aside to be showered with applause.
Andrew gasps. But nobody heard.
Your body lays cold and frozen just outside the curtain...with a sword pierced through your head.
No one saw, nor will they ever will.
Only one man noticed.
A man with dark hair and white pupils.
He steps off the bench and towards the body. Andrew watches with curiosity and fear.
"It's okay, Andrew...they will be saved."
The man's hands enlightened with purple mist that slowly surround (y/n).
The sword disappears without a trace and their spirit is put inside the puppet backstage on the shelf.
"They will live on in spirit, bringing joy to all the children." He sighs.
"But...I'm not happy." Andrew's tiny tears fill a river.
"I know, kid...I know." The man hugs him tighter with security.
That was sad LOL. I'm trying to be more profession with my stories, so what do you think I should? Let me know in the comments. :)
