"Why-why, God?!" he hisses under his breath, voice barely louder than the crackle of the lanterns as he walks the perimeter of the campsite. "You hate me or something? Why out of all people did I have to end up as the background character in a game that's not even finished?" The circus caravans sit quietly for now, wheels half-sunk into the dirt from travel, paint peeling from too many roads and too many promises. Canvas tents are still being raised farther in, stakes hammered into the ground with dull, rhythmic thuds. It's early-before everything. Before names turn into legends. Before stories rot into warnings. "Thank the lord I haven't met them yet," he mutters, rubbing his gloved hands together more out of nerves than cold. "So if I do... just don't screw it up. Don't be a total abusive dick." Fanart for cover credited to My discord server member and good friend Lulu!

It was just a job for a passing circus, it was no big deal, do your job, Don't get in trouble. Avoid the main casts.. .. . Why Are They Watching You? ~none of these characters are mine, (except the Mc) the credit goes to the creator of the freak circus game on itch.io~ -after helping a circus member, strange things start happening At the cafè, and sooner or later..your offered a job at the circus that Arrived in town, you eagerly accept, they pay good.. But the main members have a..weird Obsession with you... And more people begin to go missing..all around you.

Basically, the reader, aka, You are a surrogate for your sister because she found out she was infertile. Under different circumstances, you would've flat out never offered. But shes your older sister. The one you swore you'd protect and defend. You both went through so much and you knew how much she wanted to be a mother. To have a kid and raise him or her in a household where the mom wouldn't be beat to death, where the dad wouldn't go haywire and start hurting the child out of rage. Or try to kill the mom in front of her kids and see what they would do to get him to stop. You both went through fucked ip shit through your childhood. Even your little sisters, but they never really got beat like you and your older sister were. They never got beat to the point you couldn't move without feeling plunges of pain. And even then. You never hesitated to take your sister's beatings if it were possible. You were the strongest in the family, besides your dad. You made sure of it. You wanted to be the one your sisters called to for help when they were in trouble. You wanted them to know you cherished and loved them. Even if one day, it would cause you to never see them again... Anyways, this is a Various Freak Circus members X Surrogate Fem! Reader. Warning! ⚠️ mentions of: drug usage, abuse, mentions of rape, suicide, blood, gore, depression, anxiety, child birth, labor, oc traits but not name (for reader) variated writing styles. And swearing. Lots of swearing.

cover credits: gado84 on tumblr inspired by Ask Me Anything 10 on nekoboydream's tumblr ~ guys how tf do I post this on ao3 idk how to format it and sorry for all the tense changes 🥲 game: The Freak Circus (18+) garula.itch.io

Inspired by the game "The Freak Circus" A horror game with a Harlequin, a Jester, a Ticket Taker, a Doctor, and a yandere Pierrot plus a **Simple normal** girl who got isekaid inside the horror game. .... Pierrot waited outside her window until she was fast asleep. He slowly approached her bed staring at her with a blush on his face and heart shaped eyes. "Oh my lady.. you're even more beautiful in your sleep.. I love you from the moment I saw you. I'm afraid I'll scare you if you'd knew my love for you, my obsession, the things.. I wanna do to you" He stares at her sleeping face with a hungry look. While the sleeping (?) girl thought to herself with eyes close. "You'd be surprised if you'd knew it's mutual" she thought to herself and almost making a smirk forgetting that she was supposed to be sleeping

You were loved. The Beloved Little Princess, the servants coo as the little girl passes through the halls with her brothers, always attentive and protective. Your father, albeit busy behind his desk, always made time for you. However that all changed when your new mother was introduced, a step-sister following. She reminded you of a doll. She was bright and cheerful at first but since your brothers didn't accept her, and your father barely paid attention to her, she started to act differently. Your new mother wanted to make her daughter the princess of the L/n family, and she will do anything, anything at all to make it happen. The first step was getting you out of the picture. Little by little, with staged accidents which her daughter gladly played the part, their love, trust, and respect for you disappeared. The pair always played the victim, accusing you of not wanting them to be apart of the family. Years flew by with this torment, no matter how much your pleaded, begged them to realize that you would never do any of that. They never listened, and the breaking point came when you finally realized that nothing will ever change. It will always be her, not you. So, the first chance you got you left that house. Best decision you could ever make. The small cramped apartment might be a drastic change from your lavish bedroom, but you were away from them. You wanted to turn a new leaf in this small city and have a normal loving life. Who knew that you'd be living a life far from normal as a horror circus rolls into town and you catch their attention when you saved their quiet Pierrot. The love you so craved from family, he will give it to you, destroy anything that dares to snuff it out, and give you all that is his. Though, he might not be the only one... The Game in question if any haven't played: https://garula.itch.io/the-freak-circus

It started with a file. Then a name. Then a look that lingered a second too long. Whatever this is, it was never part of the plan.

Dick Grayson is frayed to the core, cracking under the weight of wounds no one sees. When Jason finds him teetering on the edge, it's already far too close to a fall. (cover is one of the covers for Nightwing (2016-) #115)

(words: 23,820) izuku was just 14 when he met all might and asked if he can be a hero but all might crushes his dreams and left him on a roof-top, what all might didn't know was just a hour before his so called "childhood friend" katsuki bakugo told him to "take a swan dive of the roof of the building and pray for a quirk in his next life". [izuku saved bakugo like the cannon] on his way home after saving bakugo he was kidnapped by the league of villains and he went under harsh training and abuse by them. he would be experimented on [that is how he got his quirks] and abused so much to the point he became numb to the pain, he would barely make a sound when he was stabbed or when training with the members of the league, if he was beaten he didn't even react very much. his eyes were dull and face emotionless. on day he went on a mission with the league but they were ambushed by some hero's the league managed to escape but they left izuku to fend them off. when izuku was fighting them the #2 hero endeavour burned his side pretty badly causing him to get captured by underground pro hero eraser head. izuku was given a deal to be the first in nezu's villain rehab witch he hesitantly agreed to. the story starts with izuku being introduced to class 2-A ^extra info^ izuku's quirks- regeneration/green flame/craft/healing emotionless deku dadzawa/ papmic deku??? (read to find out the ship) ^extra info for deku^ deku doesn't really talk to anyone other then, aizawa, nezu, mina, denki and ???. when he is a bit more comfortable but cuz he was a villain no one wants to talk to him. he lives in the dorms but on holidays he lives with his dadzawa and papmic. and he only shows emotion around ???, mina, denki and his dad and papa.

Robin alone. His team lost, injured, or captured. Fifty-Five floors of villains, and just one vigilante against them all. The Gamer plays around, wanting a show by putting the odds completely out of Robin's favor. It's time to get creative Robin. PICTURES NOT MINE