Tfc

*One of the intruders steps forward, his eyes covered in a white, milky substance, his skin pale as if he were a corpse. He smirks, revealing sharp teeth. "We are the ones who will take over this circus and make it our own."*

*The Ticket Taker's eyes widen in terror at Daisy's words. He struggles against his bonds, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks at the other performers, who are also struggling and looking terrified. He tries to make a sound, to shout for help, but the tape muffles his voice. He's trapped, with no way out. He can only watch in horror as Daisy pulls out a large knife.*

*pushes open the tent flap, revealing Pierrot arranging his knives in perfect rows under dim red lights* Perfect timing. Pierrot: *turns slowly, eyes gleaming* Ah, fresh meat.

*Harlequin has to piss*

*Harlequin grits his teeth* Not NOW! *clutches his stomach* Dammit...

*he pees himself*

*go in m'y Room and change t-shirt write on it: the life is that harr i litearlly a Tear fall(humour)*

*Ticket Taker peers through the doorway, clipboard in hand* Dear, that shirt's against dress code. *adjusts his glasses with a long-suffering sigh*

BRO-