(starred out curses for convenient reasons) otherwise hope you enjoy this dark carnival, I hope you enjoy your stay and decide to come back. I promise I will update this more than the other stories I've began.

My name is Tavros Nitram, I didn't like anything scary. And my father tortures me about it, and since Halloween is around the corner the Carnival of Horror is coming to town. It was my first time going and I was ten, they don't allow any child under the age of ten. I think my dad just wanted to see me so scared that I crap my pants. The place doesn't look as scary on the outside, but creepy enough to make me wonder how bad it was on the inside. My father leads us into the gates and weaving through a few tents. He told me he is friends of the man who runs this dark carnival. His stage name is the Grand Highblood. He entered a tent and asked that I would stay outside.

Their voices were muffled from the inside, but it wasn't mistakable when there was yelling that sounded more like roaring. When the roaring stopped a young child, my age, walked out with his eyes to the ground and his hands in his pockets. He had gray clown makeup on, matching his gloomy face. To my young curiosity I had followed him. He was sitting on a barrel, elbows on his knees and chin in his palms. He looked like he might start to cry, but all he did was heave a sigh and look up. He saw me standing there looking at him, and smiled slightly.

"Hello, I'm, uh, Tavros. Are you okay?" I stutter a little.

"I'm fine," The clown boy snickers, "I'm motherf***ing fine. My name is Gamzee, the roaring motherf***er in the tent back there was my father. They call him the Grand Highblood. He yells at me a lot, says I mess up a lot and that I have more motherf***ing potential than this." As he said this he gestured to himself moping around. He got up from the barrel and stuck out his hand for a handshake, I took it. But instead of a handshake he pulled me into a hug, when he pulled away he looked at me and smiled.

"Tavros, you and I are going to be best motherf***ing friends. I just know it." He says.

*six years later* Tavros:

Halloween is almost here and the carnival is back again. Ever since I was ten Gamzee and I have been great friends and kept in touch. I begged my dad to take me there, which got boring for him because I'm not scared and go there to see my best friend. Now I have a girlfriend and I'm taking her there. I can't wait to introduce her to Gamzee, I hope she likes him.

She's strongly opinionated about some of my friends, and it's not always positive. My other friends don't like her but I can't pick sides.I'm constantly playing Switzerland.

We walk through the gates and I look down at her and smile, she smiles back up at me. I hold her hand, "You aren't scared are you?" I tease her.

"Pfft, no." She says.

"I want you to meet my friend Gamzee, so try to be nice. Please?" I say.

"Isn't this that friend you always talk about? of course I'll be nice. When am I not." She laughs. We walk up to the tent where Gamzee usually stays.

"I'll be right out." I tell her. I go in Gamzee's tent and I see him laying on the couch with the TV turned on and his arm dangling. His thin fingers graze the floor as he swings his arm back and forth. I whistle and he looks over, a smile spreads across his makeup covered face when he sees me.

"Hey motherf***er, how are you!" He gets up and comes to give me a hug.

I laugh, I missed him so much. "I'm, uh, doing good bro. And I, uh, Brought my girlfriend. I've been dying for you to meet her. She's right outside."

his smile fades a little, but comes back. Nervously he laughs, "Well brother, I didnt know you got yourself a lady friend. Man you didn't keep me as updated as I thought." He places his hand on my back ad we walk outside.

I let out a soft sigh, fingers crossed that this goes well. "This is my friend Gamzee, the one I've been telling you about."

She smiles, "Hello, I'm Vriska. Nice to meet you."

Gamzee Smiles back, "Well it's motherf***ing nice to meet you too." He looks at me then hugs his shoulders. "It's colder than a motherf***er out here, and motherf***er be real cold brother. Give your lady friend your jacket then come inside, I wanna talk to you alone for a second."

I nod and shrug off my jacket and drape it over Vriska's shoulders. She put it on and flipped up the hood. I followed Gamzee inside, "Is something wrong Gamz?" I ask.

"Well brother, I didn't know you had a lady friend. And I sense a bad motherf***ing vibe coming off of her. I ain't kidding." He says.

I knew something would go wrong, I just didn't expect Gamzee to have bad judgement. "Gamz, bro, I'm happy okay? doesn't that matter."

"Of course it does brother! But are you truly happy. There isn't something deep down that makes you feel like this relationship aint meant to be?" He asks sounding kinda desperate like he knows the problem between Vriska and my friends. But he doesn't I never talked about Vriska to him before. He must really sense something.

"Gamzee are you like psychic or something. Do you really sense other peoples auras?" I ask.

"Yes motherf***er! And hers reeks of darkness, she's bringing you down bro. You are in denial, you won' t admit that there's truly some wrong sh** going on in that relationship."

My phone buzzed, it was vriska it said: it's freezing out here let's go! And I can't believe your best friend is a clown freak!

Okay, all of my friends are right I can't take this anymore. She isn't going to be my girlfriend if she is going to treat my friends this way.

Gamzee looks at me his face suddenly serious that said: It's her isn't it?

I nod and text back: This isn't going to work you can't treat my friends this way. I thought I loved you. But I Cant love someone who treats my friends badly. And Gamzee is my best friend.

Vriska: Are...are you breaking up with me?!

Me: Yes

Vriska: Are you going to leave me out here or stay inside and makeout with your clown freak. aren't you gonna walk me home!

Oh my god I can't believe her. I Look at Gamzee, "Dude I'd never pick a girl over you. You're my best friend."

Me: You know where you live. Goodbye Vriska.

Leaving off on that note I shut off my phone. I heard an angry groan, which is obviously Vriska, as she stomps off.