And now this prompt that I've been wondering about for a long time. Basically almost everyone is Carnival freak!
Disclaimer: I, NefasSegador, doesn't own D. Gray Man or its associative characters. All the Oc's belong to their respective owners.
"Welcome one! Welcome all to the Black Order carnival!" A 20 year old woman called out as she stoop atop a box in the middle of the fair grounds. Over her face was a mask of a crow, exposing only her mouth. "See the freaks of the night as you encounter as you leave your life or normality to one of the exotic and gruesome. Home to freaks like the demon clown, living skeleton, and the fire man troop!"
"Step right! Step right! Test your strength on the "Fire Dragon " High Striker!" A red headed man with a bandanna and eye patch advertised. An enormously large iron hammer resting easily on his shoulder.
People streamed into the carnival. Some for the shows, some for the experience, and many for a time to transcend reality, even for a small moment. Inside a large black and white tent was an example.
People sat in benches and bleachers surrounding a circular dirt stage, shaking with excitement, anxiety, and fear at what they were about to see.
A dark laughter cascaded inside the tent, quieting all voices and discussion.
"So you all came to see freaks?" A shrill voice asked. "Well did you?!" The crowd roared with a loud "yes!" then all was quiet before fire erupted in the middle of the stage. Screams of surprise and fear enveloped the audience as a man was produced from the flames. He wore a long dual colored black and white coat. Black, almost purplish, hair was seen underneath a dual colored beret and in his gloves hand was megaphone. It was very obvious that this man was the Ringmaster.
"So you all want to see freaks?" The man mused quietly. Much of the audience was shaking with anticipation. The man laughed loudly. "Well here come the freaks!" Then a noose was dropped. A body connected to the noose.
The audience screamed. A person was hung in front if them. However one of the hanged man's arm twitched. Then his head. The audience screaming with every twitch until a single skeletal hand grabbed the rope that hung him and cut it. There was a gasp as they saw the body flop and crumble like a pile of bones in front on them. Then the man began to rise up, loud cracking and snapping could be heard, like the person's bones were reconnecting. When the man finally stood fully erect, a spot light was pointed straight at him, exposing his half skeletal face. The light also exposed his naked upper torso, bare skeletal arms, .
Screams of fear, repulsion, and euphoria were heard as the skeleton man looked at everyone with his dual colored eyes. His head cocking slightly to the side when he spotted a group of teens. Robotically walking over to them, he made them scoot back each step. Until a loud thunk was heard and a knife was seen next the skeleton's head.
"Back! Back I tell you!" The right master yelled, his handholding dozen of knives in them. Another was heard being thrown and the Skelton shrunk away, hissing. "Leave monstrosity!" Then a glass vial was thrown, covering the Skelton in black smoke before the smoke erupted into blue flame. The skeleton disappearing, the audience applauded.
"Now be ready to see a clown straight from the bowls of hell itself." The Ringmaster announced deeply. Clown music was heard, however instead of it's usual happy tone, this one was that of darkness and horror as a clown wearing bloody make-up and a ripped up and bloody clown outfit came riding in on unicycle using only his hands. His white hair mattered and wild.
The clown soon jumped off his unicycle and landed effortlessly in his feet before producing several knives and began juggling them. The crowd roared in approval as the clown kept on adding and adding the amount of knives until it numbered in a dozen. Then the clown threw six knives at a target sitting several meters in front it, hitting bull's eyes with each one and catching the remaining dozen with his teeth. The audience clapped loudly and shouted approval before the clown bowed and then promptly burst into flames.
Screams echoed throughout the entire tent as men on fire came out where the clown once stood. The one that caught everyone's attention though, was one that was shirtless. Tattoo's coating his entire body as he ran in the middle of stage followed by his helpers. Soon they all positioned themselves so they create a large human fire monster. Standing on each other's back and creating an almost inhuman fiery pillar. Then the skeleton man, the demon clown, and the ringmaster all were shown standing next to them, spotlights blaring on all of them.
"I hope you all enjoyed our last show for the night." The Ringmaster chuckled. " And remember, freaks are everywhere. You just have to look in a mirror." Then a huge column of flame surrounded the entire troop. When it extinguished itself, the group was gone before everyone erupted into applause. When it died down, all of them began to trail out of the carnival ground. Memories and experience that will stay with them for a lifetime as they reentered their life of normalcy.
The carnival ground was now empty. No rides were being ridden, no food being made, and no screams were heard. Instead a warm firelight and homely laughter was perceived.
" 'Back! Back I tell you!' " The Skeleton Man rehearsed in front of the firelight. " Leave monstrosity!" Everyone around the erupted into laughter.
"I swear Segador, you should go into comedy." The high striker attendee laughed. The large hammer resting on his shoulder as he roasted a hot dog.
"Yeah I can see it now Lavi." The heavily tattooed teen said using his hands to create a mock headline. "Come see the Skeleton Comedian! Only for those who can actually take a talking skeleton."
"You're just all jealous." Segador chuckled before pulling a hot dog out of the fire eating it in one bite. "Damon, you're marshmallow is on fire."
"Alright! It's ready!" The teen cheered before taking the burning candy out of the fire and sandwiching it between 2 crackers, sniffing out the flame.
"You have a problem Hot Head." A girl with spiky auburn hair laughed her dual colored eyes sparkling playfully as Damon blushed.
"It's only a problem if I can't control it Kori." Damon replied before making the fire a little bigger making Kori squeal on surprise and jump onto Damon's lap, much to his pleasure. Blushing badly, Kori pushed Damon off the log they were sitting.
"Perv." She hissed before warming her hands and turning to the other white haired teen sitting next to Segador. Before he was the Demon Clown, now he was dressed in rather fancy and formal looking clothes. "So Allen when did you learn to catch knives with your mouth?"
"I honestly thought it was a good idea at the time. I practiced it a couple weeks ago, and decided today I'd try it out." Allen said as he slurped up his instant noodles.
"Dude, you could've ended up like me if you messed up. An actual freaky looking person." Segador said, eyes wide open.
"I didn't so that's a plus." Allen replied. "And besides you're not a freak." Segador gave him a blank look. "Some patches of yours skin are just really translucent."
"Thanks bro." Segador smiled before smelling something akin to smoke. "Damon!"
"What! Those leaves were asking to be burned!"
"Get the water buckets!"
"I got the fire extinguisher!"
"Where's that tarp!"
"Someone hold down Damon!"
"You idiot!"
"Gah! Not the family jewe- Gah!"
"A little over kill?"
"Shut it Reena, you would do the same thing."
"Both of you should help us take care of the fire!"
"Yes Victoria!"
"Seems Damon caused another fire Komui." Reever sighed as he helped count the profits of today. "We got enough for some more food, and maybe even some tools to fix up some of the rides. Any complaints Link?"
"If you're wondering if any of the children assaulted anyone for making fun of their them, then no. Though one of the hooligans found their car completely covered in graffiti and several broken windows." Link sighed. "Luckily we were able to deflect any suspicion from the culprits, most likely Segador, Kori, and Damon. Komui, how was the show?"
"Decent, though a little hair raising when Allen came on stage juggling and catching knives in his mouth." Komui replied, much to the shock of Reever and Link. "Don't worry he's fine, though everyone else might be a little amazed at him. Did Toma or Goz tell us if there are any places that open till midnight?" Reever nodded. "Good, we'll send a couple supply runner there." Then a knock came on their trailer door.
"Komui! Letter for you!" One of the workers called from out side. Komui was confused before opening the door, the worker tumbling in and handing it to him before running out.
"A letter? From whom?"
And that's the end to the first chapter.