The Freak Circus x Fem!Reader "They're freaks!" "Everything changed when they arrived!" "Go back to wherever hellhole you freaks came from!!" Humans, say that they were the higher beings. They believe so and they live with that belief. One would be superior to the other. A silent competition amongst them. Yet, they didn't even know of the monsters who lurked amongst their very shadows. Here they come, The Freak Circus of Horrors. A cluster of clowns and jesters who came from nowhere. A travelling circus has sent foot to your town, receiving doubtful and judging glares from the locals. Who wouldn't be freaked out? A series of clowns showed up for their circus performances at night. What differs them from the usual circuses? They mainly create scares. Horror were their theme of performance. Their undeniably eerie behavior had creeped out most of the locals. Even their appearances were freaking them out. The sharp grins. Tiny slits for eyes that glowed menacingly every performance. Not to you, though. They were somewhat... erm... attractive, in their own way. A freak you were in your own way. You weren't very special, just seen as a weird individual as a kid before everything even settled on your pretty little head. Already labeled as the weirdo by the kids your age. You didn't care. Not anymore. Maybe that's what attracted them to you. It's how different you were to the usual human personality that they were so used to. Especially him. Oh, to him, you were an angel, something special who sees him as something more than who he is... and he needs you. To keep believing. He needs your eyes on him. Your skin, hands, everything about you. He needs all of you, all to himself. He wouldn't let the others get you. You were his. I do not own any of the characters of The Freak Circus. All credits to Neko Bueno, original creator of the game "The Freak Circus" and its characters.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, you are an immortal who has long since lost your will to live, only for you to encounter a traveling circus troupe who live solely to entertain. You are hungry for entertainment, and they too, are hungry to entertain. ╰┈➤ ❝ 𝗪𝗵𝘆, 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ❞ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: March 2, 2026 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: [𝙫𝙖𝙧! 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙭 𝙛.𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

⚠️WARNING⚠️: The game this is from is 18+, therefore, this story is 18+ as well! As the title says, this is a reverse Isekai. An Isekai is where the protagonist is transported to another world. This is reversed, so the characters will be transported to the protagonist's world instead! Cover Art is by the creator of the game, Neko Bueno. I may replace the cover art later with my own if I feel like doing so.

Katharina, a vampire transmigrated to a new world with new monsters. She was just running her cafe and then ran into a yandere jester. Now she has five possesive monsters wanting to claim her as their. Will she mentally survive there courting ritual? Or will she snap trying? Note: The Freak Circus is owned by NekoBoyDreams. I own nothing by the oc, I will note if I do post images only I own. Also, since currently, as I write this fanfic, this is an unfinished game, I will be making my own plot. Only because chapter one is posted. So, characters like Jester, Ticker Taker, Doctor, and Harlequin will have a lot of OOC moments. Finally this is my first attempt at writing smut, polyamory, and reverse harem. So if it bad, sorry guys.

𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹. 𝗔𝗻 𝗘𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻; 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝘁." For Y/N, life is measured in double-shot espressos and the quiet, protective comfort of her boss's gaze. Y/N's world is small, safe, and caffeine-stained-until the night the Freak Circus rolls into the outskirts of town under a blood-red moon. ​They aren't just performers. Behind the porcelain masks of Pierrot, the jagged grin of Harlequin, the manic energy of Jester, the clinical coldness of the Doctor, and the commanding shadow of the Ticket Taker lies a hunger that has rotted for centuries. ​When they step into her coffee shop, Y/N feels a terrifying sense of deja vu. Y/N doesn't know them, yet Y/N remembers the weight of their touch. Y/N doesn't know their names, yet their soul aches with a tragedy that hasn't happened yet-or perhaps, it already has. ​A debt was written in blood in an ancient wood. A promise was made as the monsters burned. And now, they have come to collect what is theirs.