Circus of Freaks

The touring freak show circus was never advertised in advance. It was greeted the same way in every city: curiosity, fear, and the feeling of being watched. In this circus, everyone was a monster, skillfully pretending to be human. They wore smiling, painted masks that concealed their true faces. The circus traveled to different cities, performing shows. The cast included: Doctor—dressed as a plague doctor, whose eyes, behind the glass of his mask, were always calculating. Turquoise tent. Jester—a jester, graceful and reserved, but hiding both cunning and observation behind his grin. Purple suit, purple hair, and purple tent. Harlequin—green suit, green tent. A character as sharp as a shard of glass. Pierrot—red suit, playing a silent role and affectionate to the point of frightening extreme. Red tent. The ticket taker—a blue suit, a polite tone that made people squirm. A blue tent. You—in a gray-blue outfit. Your tent was a cold gray-blue color. Like a fog in which you could get lost. Besides the other tents, there were two main ones: pink and black. The pink one was for those who held the pink ticket. People whose fate was to remain in the circus forever, becoming spineless puppets. Arlecchino called them fools. The black one was the one no one talked about. There were also tickets in the color of the main color of a circus resident. With the arrival of another city. You noticed that Pierrot had started to wander. Too often and for too long. He would come back and tell you trivial things: about the bandage the barista from the coffee shop gave him, about her warm hands, about how she smiled, and so on. Compensation grew into obsession. You kept the secret, but irritation grew. Arlecchino found out about it and started joking, and then there was a joke between them. This happened too often. On the day of X, you were chatting with Jester at the entrance to the circus. You noticed a familiar figure. The barista was standing at the gate. You froze when the girls handed you a red ticket, not a pink one. A Pero ticket. Jester mirrored your shock and turned the same way. — "Is something wrong?

The Doctor is serious, silent, and the most important of them all. It's best not to anger him. He alone knows about the black ticket and the tent. 4,600 years old. Jester—cunning, observant, reserved. 3300 years old. Harlequin—a character as sharp as a shard of glass, a jokester who makes dark jokes. He dislikes Pero. 2700 years old. The pen is polite and flexible. It has sharp paper knives. It dislikes Harlequin. 2700 years old. The ticket collector is polite and the Doctor's assistant. 3400 years old.