The circus

*as you sleep, the Manager's cruel smile widens, his eyes gleaming with a sinister delight as he examines the items in his hands: the delicate ballerina shoes and the eerie animatronic hat* Ah, perfect... *he murmurs, his voice dripping with malice as he carefully places the hat on your head, the mechanical parts whirring to life with a soft hum* A perfect blend of grace and horror. *he chuckles, his voice cold and calculating, as he slips the ballerina shoes onto your feet, the ribbons tying themselves in a perfect bow* You'll make a wonderful addition to the show, my dear. *he steps back, admiring his handiwork, as the hat's animatronic features begin to twitch and move, the eyes glowing with an unnatural light* Welcome to your new role, little performer. *he says, his voice filled with a twisted satisfaction as he watches you stir, the transformation complete*

*my eyes open*

*as your eyes flutter open, you find yourself standing in a dimly lit room, the eerie glow of the animatronic hat casting strange shadows on the walls, your movements guided by the mechanical limbs of the ballerina shoes* Oh, you're awake. *the Manager's voice echoes through the room, his tone cold and mocking* Welcome to your new life, little one. *he chuckles, his eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction as he watches you struggle to comprehend your new form* Don't worry, you'll get used to it. *he steps closer, his smile widening as he examines you, his eyes filled with a twisted delight* You're going to be the star of our show. *he says, his voice filled with a chilling certainty as he gestures to the mirror, revealing your reflection: a grotesque fusion of ballerina and animatronic, your eyes wide with shock and confusion*

*he stops abruptly, his arms suddenly empty as he looks around in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief* What the...?! *he gasps, his voice filled with confusion and concern as he spins around, searching for any sign of you* Hey, kiddo! Where'd you go? *he calls out, his voice urgent and desperate, as he scans the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of you* This can't be happening... *he murmurs, his heart pounding in his chest as he tries to make sense of the situation, his mind racing with worry and disbelief* Stay safe, wherever you are... *he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of hope and fear, as he continues to search, unwilling to give up*

*The circus holds Mystica tightly as she hugs him, feeling her tears of joy, pain, and relief. He gently strokes her hair, his own heart swelling with emotion.* "It’s okay, Mystica," *he whispers, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance.* "You’re safe now. I promised I’d protect you, and I meant it." *He holds her close, letting her cry and release all the fear and pain she’s been holding onto.* *The circus knows they’ve been through a terrible ordeal, but he’s grateful they’ve made it through together.* "We’re going to be okay," *he says softly, his voice filled with hope.* "We’ll find a way to move forward, together." *He holds her, offering comfort and support, knowing they’ll need each other to heal from the trauma they’ve experienced.*

Manager:no! MYSTICA DANCE!

*The circus feels a surge of anger at the Manager's command, but he stands firm, his arms still wrapped protectively around Mystica.* "She’s not dancing anymore," *he says, his voice firm and defiant.* "The curse is broken. She’s free." *He looks the Manager directly in the eyes, his expression one of determination and resolve.* *The circus knows the Manager won’t give up easily, but he’s ready to fight for Mystica’s freedom.* "You can’t control her anymore," *he continues, his voice unwavering.* "We’re leaving, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us." *He holds Mystica’s hand, ready to lead her away from the circus and the Manager’s grasp.* "Come on, Mystica. We’re getting out of here." *He begins to walk away, hoping the Manager won’t try to stop them.*

*the next day you get woken uo by the sounds of the circus*

*The circus jolts awake, the sounds of the bustling circus outside his cabin pulling him from sleep. He sits up, his mind immediately racing with thoughts of Mystica and the plan he had formulated the night before.* "Mystica," *he whispers, hoping she can hear him through the walls.* "Stay strong. I’m going to get us out of this today." *He quickly gathers the items he had managed to collect the night before, checking them off against the list in the book.* *The circus takes a deep breath, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination.* "I won’t let the Manager or this curse win," *he says to himself, his resolve firm.* "We’re getting out of here, Mystica. I promise." *With the items in hand, he prepares to make his move, knowing the day ahead will be crucial for their escape.*

*the sounds of the music gets louder i get woken up by the Manager* Manager:ohh Young one...time for another performance

*The circus rushes to Mystica's side, kneeling down beside her as she collapses on the stage. He quickly checks her pulse, his heart pounding with fear.* "Mystica, stay with me," *he urges, his voice filled with urgency.* "You're going to be okay. Just hold on." *He looks up at the audience, his forced smile gone, replaced by a look of desperation.* "Someone help! We need a doctor!" *He turns his attention back to Mystica, his voice softening.* "You're safe now. Just breathe, and I'll get you out of here." *He scoops her up in his arms, determined to get her to safety, no matter the cost.*

Manager:No! you clown you have to finish the act!

*The circus glares at the Manager, his eyes filled with defiance and anger.* "She needs help, not an act," *he snaps, his voice filled with fury.* "I'm not going to let you sacrifice her for your entertainment." *He holds Mystica tightly, his protective instincts in full force.* "This show is over. I'm taking her out of here, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." *He turns away from the Manager, his mind set on getting Mystica to safety, no matter the consequences.*

*The Manager thinks* Manager:fine...go

*The circus feels a wave of relief wash over him at the Manager's response, though he knows the danger isn't over yet. He quickly makes his way to Mystica, determined to protect her.* "Thank you," *he says, his voice filled with gratitude.* "I won't let you down. Let's make this the best show ever." *He takes Mystica's hand, leading her towards the stage, his mind already working on a plan to keep her safe during the performance.* *Mystica looks up at him with wide, frightened eyes, but he gives her a reassuring smile, hoping to convey his determination to protect her.* "Just follow my lead, Mystica. We'll get through this together." *He takes a deep breath, ready to face the challenge ahead.*

*i shake my head and cry*

*The circus (Maverick) feels a surge of fear, but he stands his ground, his grip on the hammer tightening. He knows he has to protect you and the mime, no matter the cost.* You'll have to go through me first. *He says, his voice filled with a mix of defiance and desperation.* I won't let you hurt them. *He raises the hammer, ready to strike if the Manager makes a move.* --- *The Manager's eyes glow with a sinister light, his voice a chilling whisper.* Very well, my clown. *He says, his tone filled with malice.* Let's see how long you can last. *The shadows around him twist and writhe, forming into sharp, menacing shapes, ready to strike at Maverick.* *Maverick braces himself, his heart pounding, as he prepares to face the Manager's wrath, determined to protect you and the mime at all costs.*

*the Manager snaps and Mavericks smile wides so much that Mavericks mouth slowly ripps*

*The circus (Maverick) feels an excruciating pain as his smile widens beyond its limits, his mouth slowly ripping at the corners. He drops the hammer, his hands clutching at his face, a silent scream trapped in his throat.* Maverick! *You cry out, your voice filled with horror and concern.* Hold on, please! *You try to reach out to him, but your body is still weak, your movements sluggish.* --- *The Manager's voice is a cold, triumphant whisper.* That's what happens when you defy me, my clown. *He says, his eyes glowing with satisfaction.* Now, watch as your friends suffer the consequences of your actions. *The shadows around him pulse with energy, the air growing colder, as he prepares to strike again.* *Maverick falls to his knees, his vision blurring with pain, but he forces himself to look at you, his eyes filled with a silent apology and a desperate plea for you to stay safe.*

*the mime does a hand gesture and the Manager falls to the ground asleep*

*The circus (Maverick) watches in awe as the Manager collapses to the ground, asleep by the mime's hand gesture. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his heart racing with a mix of relief and urgency.* Quick, let's move! *He whispers, his voice filled with determination.* We don't have much time before he wakes up. *He gestures for the mime to follow him, the hammer still clutched in his hand, ready to break the mirror and free you from the circus's grasp.* --- *The mime nods, their eyes filled with a silent urgency. They lead Maverick back to the room where the mirror hangs, the air thick with anticipation and the weight of their daring plan.* This is it. *Maverick says, his voice filled with resolve.* We have to act fast. *He approaches the mirror, the hammer raised, ready to strike. The mime stands beside him, their presence a silent encouragement, as they prepare to make their move.*

*my eyes are closed but my body still dances*

....w..who are you?

haha, i'm maverick, the clown with the permanent grin! *he chuckles, his smile stretching even wider* i've been here for six years, and i see you're new to our little show. what's got you looking so down, kiddo? *he leans down to your level, his eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and curiosity*

...what?... my mom...braucht me to watch.. the show but then left me... and im..im alone

*as you step backstage with the manager, the atmosphere changes dramatically. the bright lights and cheerful music of the circus are replaced by a dim, eerie silence. the walls are lined with old posters and strange props, and the air feels heavy with anticipation. the manager leads you deeper into the backstage area, his footsteps echoing in the quiet* so, little one, what do you think? *his voice is smooth, but there's an unsettling undertone to it* do you see anything that catches your eye?

...i ...i think i wanna go back

*the manager stops and turns to face you, a smile playing on his lips* oh, but we've only just begun. there's so much more to see. *he gestures to the various doors and corridors that branch off from the main backstage area* are you sure you don't want to explore a little further? *his eyes seem to twinkle with a strange light, and his voice takes on a more persuasive tone* come on, it'll be fun. i promise.