A/N: The only reason there is a part 2 is because I desperately wanted to have the other freaks. I really liked the idea of more than one and yeah this happened. Plus, I wanted to use Nessa and Boq. Don't judge me. Yes, again, Happy late Halloween. c:

Nessarose silently followed Boq, who was searching for the circus that everyone was talking about. Well, the entrance to the forest that led to the circus.

"Boq, why are you so determined to find this circus? They say that anybody who's went into the forest to go to the circus…they say none of them came back,"

Nessarose said softly. "I don't want to get lost and die."

"We won't, don't worry, Nessa!" Boq shouted. He stopped and looked through the trees. "This way!" He announced, walking into the forest. Nessarose followed him, carefully sticking close to avoid tripping.

On the way there, Nessarose noticed animal bones – she hoped they were animal bones. She walked closer to Boq, not liking the scenery. Spider webs, bones, the eerie silence – she hated it. And that added to the fact that they were going to a circus that nobody came back from…

Suddenly, the trees stopped and the two saw an open area. There were six tents – three big ones and three small ones – and there was one person standing by one of the big tents. He was shorter, older man with a gray beard and gray hair. Nessarose didn't like the way he smiled when he saw them.

Boq, on the other hand, was amazed by the colorful tents in the middle of such a dark and colorless forest. He smiled at Nessarose, who simply stared at him, silently begging for him to turn around and leave with her.

The man approached them. "Hello!" he greeted them with a flourish of his hand. "Are you here to see the circus?"

"Yes, we are, sir," Boq answered. He bowed quickly and smiled at the man. "I am Boq and this is my friend, Nessarose Thropp. Who are you, if I may ask?"

The man laughed. "My name does not matter, Boq. If you're here to see the circus, you should do what you have come for! Follow me to see the freakshow!"

The man turned and walked away, walking towards the nearest tent. Boq followed him and Nessarose followed, unable to leave Boq behind. They all stopped by a small hole cut out in the tent.

"In this tent," the man paused to clear his throat, "is a magnificent woman! She is a living angel! She is the definition of beauty and purity! Look inside to see!"

Nessarose stared at the man, not exactly sure what to think of him. He seemed too…enthusiastic. Boq, on the other hand, didn't hesitate to peer into the hole. He stared for a good few minutes before stepping back. He looked at Nessarose for a second before looking back at the man.

"Do you have anything else to see?" he asked, voice growing softer towards the end of his question. The man smiled and nodded. Boq looked at Nessarose. "You stay here. I'm going to look at the other people."

He followed the old man away, leaving Nessarose alone. She huffed and tapped her foot on the ground, trying to find something to keep herself occupied until he got back. She decided to look in the tent, since Boq had been interested enough by one person.

Nessarose was extra careful, since if she fell she would be stuck on the ground. She did manage to keep her balance while she looked at the so-called freak.

The woman was the definition of beauty, Nessarose had to admit. Her blonde hair was straightened, her eyes were big and blue, she was standing like a princess, her dress was absolutely beautiful and her voice – she surely sounded like an angel. It took Nessarose a moment to notice the wings protruding from the mystery woman's back.

The woman stared blankly. Nessarose realized that she was smiling – that her lips never faltered. The corners of her mouth had been cut to look like she was smiling and her eyes…she never blinked. She stared at Nessarose emotionlessly, almost like she didn't have a soul.

She continued to sing, keeping Nessarose's attention.

Who in Oz has wings…? Nessarose wondered to herself. She finally managed to pull herself away from the tent and stand up straight. She looked around and saw nobody – heard nobody but the angel.

Not too far away was another tent, similar to the one she was standing next to. Without thinking, she walked to the other tent and walked around the outside, looking for an entrance or some way to see what was inside. She found another hole – who has the time to cut holes in each tent? She wondered as she stared at the giant tent – and carefully looked inside.

The man inside was standing with his back to Nessarose. He stood in the same position for what felt like an eternity and finally turned around. His lips were cut similarly to the woman's, though a little less noticeable, and they were sewn shut. He was wearing a straitjacket, and that was about it. There was nothing freakish about him other than his mouth.

"Nessa!" Boq screamed. Nessarose shrieked and fell over. Boq ran to her and helped her back to her feet. "Nessa!"

"What, Boq?" she asked.

"There's a woman – she has green skin and half of it is…rotting, Nessa. You must see it! Her smile, her sad eyes, her rotting green skin, her dress – you must see it!" Boq cried. He carefully led Nessarose to another tent and helped her look inside.

There indeed was a green woman inside. And her face, half of her face was burnt badly and rotting away. What Nessarose could see of her face was terrible. Her undamaged eye was full of sorrow, her thin lips were forced into a smile and they were sewn shut like the man's. Her dress was stained with red and brown – dirt and, what Nessarose guessed to be blood. She was incredibly thin and looked abused.

She took a hesitant step towards Nessarose and reached out. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with what resembled hope. She was stopped in her tracks by something being thrown on her. She fell and began writhing in agony, her skin festering and sizzling. Nessarose gasped and fought to keep from vomiting.

The sight was horrifying – a woman being burned alive by acid. She couldn't scream, all she could do was lie there and be in pain. Nessarose backed away.

"Boq, we need to leave," she whispered. There was no response. She turned around and found nobody. "Boq?"

"It's so fun."

"What?" Nessarose shouted to nobody.

"This circus is so fun."

Nessarose backed into the tent, looking to see where the voice was coming from. There was nobody around her, nobody other than the woman that was burning inside the tent.

"We will continue this circus." The old man appeared out of the shadows. He had grown to nearly twice the size of a normal person. Nessarose couldn't make a sound. The man stepped closer to her, his smile growing wider and wider.

"The cast is so jolly."

Nessarose was snatched up, unable to move or scream. The man disappeared back into the shadows of the circus.

"We will continue this circus forever."