AN: This is going to be a chapter story for sure about the process of a horrid dream come true and it's downfall. I have no idea how often I'll be posting stories so I won't have any deadline set. You can request/suggest me any story you'd like me to write, but I am not going to guarantee that I'll write it. I will keep it in mind. If you want to check my profile put this at the end of the url ~randomshnuf . Thank You for reading }:O)
Everyone motherfuckin' loves the circus. Who doesn't? You have clowns, elephants, and other fuckin' entertainers. Especially my motherfuckin' circus. I have the best of the best motherfuckers you could ask for. They ain't animals, they ain't human. They're both. Of course, only some people knew and some didn't. Now my question is, why motherfuckin' burn it down?
We were the greatest! We had the best "FX" and "actors". We were the "nicest" and the most "charitable". We were the cheapest, the funniest, and the best. With the most sudden rise to fame, beating out the big tops. If you saw the shows and practice everyday, than you wouldn't get shocked by the cold, hard truth... Right?
We were a freak show, and purely have the freakiest we can get. Sure, they were only children, but they grew to become use to what they got. Having these kids gave perks. They live longer and stay longer, which helps pay the bills. We have an oath, and because they can't break it, it becomes punishment for running from their family. If they ran from him, not all of them do. Another perk is seeing all the changes happen to people. Science is such a motherfuckin' interesting miracle. Who would have thought people would live through the shit that gets done.
You must wonder why I'm motherfuckin' writing this or what I'm even fuckin' talking about. The fire is some horrid shit that I might get into later in this story, if I ever finish it. What I'm writing is about the legend of the Makara Family Big Top Circus. I'm going to start this shit back up when I get back on my feet. Its my father's fuckin' legacy and I have to keep it going. I continued this circus years ago with my younger brother after father's death. The one sad thing about my family is that we have a disease that runs through us only. There is no cure for it, no symptoms, not even a name. One day you get ill, lay in the bed all days until you get paralysed all over. Then, you die. This all happens from a week to about two months. Normally happens when you get to age forty, until now.
We had a normal circus. We had regular clowns, acrobats, animals, ect. My brother didn't want any of that. He doodled pictures of people who were half human and half animal. He wrote about them and how they would become what they were. My dear brother was very motherfuckin' imaginative and smart. Yeah, he had his years of smoking any shit he can roll up, but that doesn't mean he didn't keep to his studies. He loved science, and if it wasn't for the fact that we were part of the circus forever he would have grown to be a fantastic scientist.
Unfortunately, one day he had fallen ill just like our father. He kept up with his story of the freak show everyday he was bed ridden. He told me one day that he wanted his dream to come true. He held my face in his hand and said to me, "Kurbro, motherfucker, I want a freak show. I want my dream to be real. I want all those little motherfuckers in the crowd to look at this circus in awe. More than any other fuckin' circus out there."
Then, his hands fell.
I took all his papers that had anything to do with the freak show he dreamed about. I wanted everything to be real. Here in the circus everything you motherfuckin' own, the others own, too. Everyone was family in the circus. There was nothing that Gamzee owned that I could keep close to me; he even shared his clothes. This freak show was the only thing left.
As I watched the lions feed on his corpse, the tradition our family kept for years, I look through all the numbers I had. I knew plenty of people from running the circus for years. A few of them were in the science and/or medical field. The perks of being the "nice guy" was that you helped a lot of people. A lot of people who still fuckin' owed you.
I had a few come down to the circus for a little vacationing, all expenses paid for coming on such short notice. They came, families by their sides. I was always the "smooth talker", able to get who or what I wanted without question. Most of their spouses were not happy with their choice of joining the circus and "throwing everything away". Either they left their spouse and took the children or stayed because of me. There are people who I don't want to keep, and then there are people who look a little too much like my brother's motherfuckin' characters. I couldn't just throw away something so perfect.
It wasn't like anyone was throwing away their life. Life is much more better when you join a circus that was getting enough money to keep everyone living. When you travel with the circus, your life's paid off. You get good medical help, you get all the food you need, all the things you want, and all the freedom you want; after practice of course. Do your job and everything would be fine. If you decided to travel with us, you have to promise to never leave. It's all that motherfuckin' simple.
Man was I good at getting my way. Not only was I able to get all these doctors and surgeons to join me without a second thought, I was able to convince them to start the experiments on their own motherfuckin' family. They were young children and old people, and they motherfuckin' screamed everywhere at first. Our circus members were shocked, but one way or another I got them to ease up. Even if that meant losing a couple of members.
As I said before, there were constantly children who came to the circus to travel. Leaving their families or just looking for a job; spots were constantly being taken all the time. The younger they are, the easier they adapt to most of the experiments that went on. One way or another the surgical hybrids were created and trained well enough to start their first show. On my brother's birthday, too.
That was the start of the Gamzee Freak Show. Everyone dressed to represent my motherfuckin' brother's style. The costumes were mostly black and purple. There were splashes of bright colors here and there because Zee loved colors. The first show went perfect; just as planned. The audience was excited to see such amazing "props" and the use of fantastic "FX makeup" never seen before. All the members did what most wouldn't be able to do. Every since then, the Circus grew huge, and there were constantly sold out shows everywhere we went.
The audience never knew what truly went on. What had to be done to put those smiles on all the member's faces during every show. All the work that went into this. For all of it to go in flames. In this journal, I'll let all those secrets free.