Flashing lights of all different colors and carnival-like music blasting through the Tent of Telepathy. Children, adults and elderly alike were sitting in the rows of seats, eating their popcorn and snacks that they bought just outside. After a soft monologue, the announcer then yelled out, "now presenting the two, and the only, Gleeful Twins!" And with that, the proper dressed twins entered from both sides and the show began. The attachable skirt was ripped from the eldest of the twins and soon, the magic began. The eyes slaves over them like ghosts and all cheered as the volunteers started appearing one-on-one. As the knives and swords were being thrown into the box, easily slaughtering the victim, the crowd cheered even louder. Such victim always walked out just fine. Or so they thought at least. Mason and Mabel Gleeful looked out into the crowd and began their normal acts, even asking for volunteers, which got a few girls and guys up there. They weren't killed on stage nor in the box, they just had the opportunity to witness first hand the true magic within the tent. The show was over within an hour and a half and as everyone was beginning to leave, the fake smiles of the Gleefuls disappeared and they slowly walked into the basement area of the tent. The twins sat on their throne like chairs as the demon worked to get the slight blood stain off of their clothes, the bodies had already been disposed of. Dipper gripped onto the chair and slowly looked at Mabel, a grin appearing on both of their mouths. The twins slowly stood and slowly walked back upstairs, sitting on the stage until the car would come to pick them up. They could drive, of course, but after a show, they always enjoyed being picked up after shows. They were always worn out.
