The Circus of Unimaginable Things (PATD Fanfic. Ryden, Ryan/OC, Brendon/OC)

But A Dollar for Your Insides

I have returned, with  a new installment. But only because y'all asked for it. It's very short, apologies. (Apr. 320 words)

Brendon kept rap-tapping his fingers against his vanity as he stared into the mirror. He was gazing into his own eyes, searching through his head. He was looking for something, anything, that could fix the girl on the bed behind him.

"No, no, no..." He sighed, standing up and shaking his head. "Such talent... wasted."

He took a few steps to the door, swinging it open and exiting in a huff. He passed several of his performers who seemed to be unaware of the world around him. He glared at them with distaste. Boredom. They bored him. They didn't do anything. They all had a pathetic existence of mindlessness. It was no way to live.

"Mr. Urie, sir?" A small voice came from behind him.

"What?" His voice came out in a hiss as he pressed his cane into the soft earth.

Silence.

"I SAID, WHAT?" He spun around, and frowned at the result.

Emptiness.

His heart sunk a little. She was haunting him. Time to deposit her into the collection.

So, he  continued in his way to the trailer furthest out. The one only he was allowed into. Not even Ryan was allowed there. He took a breath in before tapping his cane on the door. A regular lock couldn't be trusted to keep his most valuable possessions safe.

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It's always like this. They're always gone. He can't help it. He can't help but steal them. He's addicted to it. He's a monster.  He's a fucking monster. It all started with her. This is her fault. She's done this to us all. She hurt us. She cursed us. She doomed us to this. It's all her fault. It's always been her fault." Ryan stared at the bag sitting on his bed. He'd made up his mind.

Goodbye Circus.

Goodbye Brendon.

Goodbye Hell.