Hey guys~! It's Frenchfrieswithtoast! Here's another story! I just wanted to write about Circus Monster, Yuma version. Hooray for Yuma! He's one of my top 5 Vocaloids!
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Chapter 1: My life
I was born with green horns. Because of those horns, I was abused by my parents. Because of those horns, I was bullied at school. Because of those horns, I was considered a freak.
My name's Yuma by the way. Just Yuma. No surname whatsoever. I have the appearance of one of the weirdest human beings ever lived- oh wait. Am I even considered a human? Anyway, I have messy pink hair and am quite tall. Sigh.
On my 18th birthday, I was sold to the Circus. I had been to the Circus before, on a field trip. And that place was scary, so going to the place of my nightmares and living there for who-knows-how-long was going to be a breeze. Not.
The Circus's Ringmaster is a man by the name of Al. He is extremely cruel and takes joy in abusing his workers.
"One more soul to torture," he told his assistant, Ann, when I came.
Ann gave a terrified nod. Unlike her boss, she was timid, quiet and jumpy. Also, she was gentle.
My role in the Circus was to be a Circus Monster. I was required to make the most… terrifying noises ever while acting like a monster. Believe me, making those noises makes my throat hurt, but I can't complain; Al would just hit me.
Oh yes, I forgot: at the end of every act, Ann would have to come up to me and whip me. But after her first day doing that, she refused, saying that it wasn't right to hit a normal human being.
"It's not a human, you stupid cow!" Al shrieked, slapping her hard across her cheek.
"I still refuse! You are nothing but a criminal! A tyrant!" Ann screamed, staggering back from the force he put into his blow.
A year ago, Sweet Ann died protecting me.
After Ann's death, Al took up her job. He hit, and it hurt. A lot.