SBI Circus

Philza couldn't help but sigh looking at the latest profits. God forbid he wanted to be a ringleader of an ethical circus.

Sure he could be like that atrocious circus down the street, it constantly has a line that wraps around the block and he'd be lying if he wasn't tempted to change his ways.

But at least he can sleep at night, which is more than he can say about the competition. He wasn't about to subject innocent animals to the monstrous practices of a 'typical' circus.

Sure he had some horses but his sons adored them and took care of them every day, hell, every hour.

Another sigh escapes him when the curtain is pushed aside, he glances over to where his wife and favorite contortionist, yes he's biased and proud of it, Kristin walks in.

"Looking over profits, my darling?" She asks in her beautiful voice.

He just grunts in response before shoving the papers aside, frustrated.

"We are barely breaking even, like always." He responds.

Kristin makes a sympathetic noise and joins her husband, rubbing his shoulders.

"Things will change, love. I can feel it!"

Philza hums and leans into her touch.

"I hope so- that feels nice."

He glances over to the aerialists set that's been gathering dust for years, he could never find an aerial acrobat and he knows that would take his circus to the next level.

He nearly falls off of his chair when his youngest son, Tommy, the jugglar and clown, comes barging through. Tommy is followed by the twins, Technoblade the daredevil and sword swallower of the circus, Kristin still can't watch his act without panicking and Wilbur the musician.

"Tommy! What the hell- you scared me!"

Philza scolds as he fixes his ringleader suit.

"Dad! Sorry- but you need to come see this! Come on! Come on!"

Tommy practically hauls Philza out of his seat and outside. Philza shields his eyes from the sun.

"Look! Look look look!"

Tommy points to a corner across the cobblestone street where a small crowd is gathered. Philza looks over and his eyes

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