Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans or the Circle you circle you vocaloid song.
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An old building out of the sun's reach
Hallways with decay starting to leach
Behind the doors in a dark back room
Were the children remembered by what, by whom?
They had been waiting for you to visit them for a long time
We're so happy! We're so happy! Please play with us for a time!
Circle you, circle you
Please don't try to run from us.
Circle you, circle you
What games will we play, can I guess?
Before the moon sets again
You can play with us until then!
Circle you, circle you
Who surrounds you everywhere?
Orphanage deep in the forest greens
So no one would find the dark machines
Made from a little child's brain
Immortality built of children's pain
The children in the orphan place
Circled the teacher with a smiling face
Singing a child's play song, "Circle you! Circle you!"
Circle you, circle you
Children, "you just lost the game."
Circle you, circle you
Don't run away, you're the same
Before the moon sets aside
Cut their neck off as they cried
Circle you, circle you
Who surrounds you everywhere?
Even if your head is crushed in
Even if your arm is taken
The children who can never die
They laugh at you sweetly
Circle you, circle you
Don't run away, you'll be missed
Circle you, circle you
Please drink with us, we insist
You should come play with us
Play forever with us
Circle you, circle you
Who surrounds you everywhere?
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Raven tossed and turned on her bed. It was one day after the whole fight with Brushogun and the odd ink creatures and now when everyone was supposed to be relaxing before their flight back to Jump the next morning, here she was have odd dreams.
In her dreams she kept seeing these children with bright colored hair smiling at her. Raven looked down during the dream and found that she was standing in the middle of a circle while they sang in overly sweet voices about how they would circle her and that would she please not try to run from them. What was oddest was the fact that some were missing limbs and one had its head chopped of and sitting loosely on its head.
This really bothered her but she brushed this off as a minor contact with spirits that don't know that they're dead. She really didn't want to deal with this right now so she rolled over and fell back asleep.
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Meanwhile in the old orphanage
"She didn't come. Why wouldn't she help us? Were we bad children?" The poor spirits, the children that can never die, looked at the floor sadly and drifted off to their respected spots as if waiting for someone else to venture into their realm of pain and sorrow. Maybe the next person would be able to help them to move on if possible. Looks like a few more decades of waiting in sadness for help that likely would never come.
