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The Show Must Go On (OCs)

The tent was filled with a ride array of colors and smells. The smell of popcorn bathed in greasy butter and the sweet aroma cotton candy filled the little girl's nose with delight. The common chimes of the circus played to a steady beat as lights danced around the rings in the center of the stage. The chatter of a crowd mumbled in the air, though no one could be seen. The bright red and white of the tent rose up to the high top near the tightrope walk platforms. On one was a small, round man with the brightest multi color hair Clara had ever seen. Certainly he was a clown. On the other was a rather tall, thin man who was displaying his flexibility by doing what appeared to be unconventional yoga poses. That had to be the acrobat.
All of a sudden, the two jumped into the action- the tall man leapt off the platform and barely grabbed hold of of the dangling bar. The round man did the same. The sound of a drumroll began as the two reached the peak. A sudden clash of a symbol rang and the two locked their legs together. They stayed that way, swaying to a fro lightly. It was dead silent besides the heave of steam Georgie emitted. He stared up at the two, analyzing them.
     "What do you think they're gonna do now?" Clara leaned her head to Georgie.
     "Advances possible: falling, crashing into the tent, successfully landing. Later is most probable," the giant mechanical robot chirped. Without a second after that, the two unlocked legs and the blare of the circus music commenced.
     The two flipped, tossed, swayed, dangled, and moved in ways unimaginable across the big top of the tent. The nonexistent crowd cheered on. Clara sat in awe at the tremendous spectacle as Georgie closely followed their moves.
     The final act came where the two sat back at their platforms. A large net was placed center of the stage with pillows under it. A cry rang out from the small man.
     "For our final act," he chirped.
     "We request a volunteer!" The tall man chimed in.
     Clara and Georgie looked around and saw no one besides them. A sudden beam of light shown down on Clara as she covered her eyes.
     "Young maiden," the fat one rang out.
     "Come and join us for our final act!"
     "I- I don't know- it seems dangerous..." The little girl called out. A sit down swing dropped down from the ceiling right next to Clara.
     "Come now, you have nothing to fear!" The tall one motioned with his hand to join. The nothing crowd began to chant "Clara" despite her not saying a word to the two men.
     "Problem aroused: danger-" the robot bleeped.
     "Well... I guess it'll be alright," Clara sat down on the little swing and was immediately shot up towards the platform. The crowd cheered as the two men clapped along.
     "Now, my dear, hold on to the rope as tight as you can," the tall one smiled as he grabbed ahold to the rope under the seat. A moment later, he leapt from the platform, holding onto the rope under Clara. The breeze flew by her and her hair flew back behind her shoulders.
     The swing swung to the other platform and the small man jumped and grabbed the taller one's feet. The swing went back and forth as the two propelled it faster and faster each time. It then suddenly went further front ward and and peaked at the top. Clara lost her grip on the rope and began to fall, screaming out for help as she plummeted towards the ground. Georgie was running around sporadically on the ground, blaring out an alarm. Clara looked down and saw the net was gone along with the pillows- then two figures zoomed past her, rocketing toward the ground.
     The first to land was the small, fat man. He bounced up and down like a bouncy ball until the tall, thin one landed on top of him. The two balanced out like a seal would on top of a ball. Then Clara came down, and as gentle as a feather, was caught by the tall one. The crowd roared in applause as the track skipped over itself. To the side behind a pile of flags was a record player.
"We need to fix that thing..." The small man mumbled. Clara sat on the tall one's hand in shock. Georgie on the side was processing what had occurred. Clara shook her head.
"Y-You caught me."
"Of course we did!" He sat her down on the ground and hopped off the ball of a man. The round one sat up and stretched his back out.
"Next time maybe don't land so hard, Stratch.." he itched his head. The tall one looked down and chuckled.
"A few more cushioning pounds wouldn't hurt you, Rollo."
Clara sat there puzzled as did Georgie. The two looked at the two men and paused.
"How did you fall without the net- how could you catch me- how-"
"Well," Stratch smiled, "we wouldn't want you to get hurt, Clara."