Heyyoooo! So, this is a new story I'm working on. It's a mix of SCP with Dark Woods Circus by Vocaloid and Kuroshitsuji all wrapped into one. :) I know I've been neglecting my duties of an updater, but for this story I am writing chapters before hand and then typing them all out at once so that I can upload more chapters at a time. Hope you enjoy~!

P.S: I'm also thinking about doing a Durarara! fanfiction of Shizaya. What do you guys think? Tell me in the comments section.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kuroshitsuji (Yana Toboso does) and any other material I use will be cited in the ANs on the chapters. Dark Woods Circus belongs to Vocaloid.

[ ] = song lyrics

~WELCOME TO THE SHOW~

[Oh, you're here! You're here.]

What a wonderful surprise!

Okay, that was a lie.

We knew you were coming, but we're still glad you showed.

You're in for a treat!

[Tonight we'll be showing the sad fate that some of this world carry children that God has abandoned, restlessly creeping out. Children who can't even carry the trembling limbs they were born with.]

Such a world! A cruel, cruel world.

God is even crueler to allow such children to wallow in others' pity.

[Their shaking tongues even accidentally cry out. The crowns of their head that caress the dark clouds, They smile as they dream of their mothers' embrace. Oh, the deformity! Deformity!]

But there is a man who helped those children.

Their savior!

And their greatest foe!

Dear Father, the twisted smiles of fate cast its glow to the deformity!

[Drop by and see him.]

We turn back to the children, and their lovely story.

That man had saved them and turned their frowns into strained grins.

He did it all with an even lovelier show.

[Deep into the forest- far, far in the back that way- there is a circus.]

Their brightly dyed tent contrasts against dead trees.

[The Chairman with big eyes and ten meters tall!]

His teeth are sharp.

Claws are long.

A white knight who guards the night.

His shadown punishes those who do wrong.

[All of the cast is jolly.]

You needn't to worry about that.

[Their forms are rather strange, but it's so fun!]

Fun! Fun!

Come to the Noah's Ark Circus!

The actors drown in melancholy behind closed doors.

They think:

[Does anyone wish that I were alive, so undesirable I am in this body? Why do you look at me like that?]

Don't be sad! Don't cry!

[It's painful, it's painful, and it can't be helped.]

The ring master proclaims with a cheerful, painted smile:

[We still continue the circus~. Forever! It's fun, so fun! This circus is so fun!]

...

[I want to die.]

At last, we meet the dreaded hero of this tale.

[Get me out of here, please.]

So pure.

Yet drowned by dark thoughts. Tsk. Tsk.

[It's impossible for anyone to say or feel. The body is distorted to bend to that twisted figure. To crawl on the illuminated street.]

Our Hero...

[Everyone knows the feeling of walking down the street.]

One of the cast.

Nightmares pelt this child's very existence.

Ugly fears bury him alive.

[This child has to cower alone.]

And somehow he comes out unscratched; shining so beautiful.

Shining a beautiful blue.

[Drop by and see him.]

Drop by the Noah's Ark Circus.

Sit down and relax.

Welcome to the show.