Another day, another motherfuckin' surprise. I never know what to expect when I am with this circus. I definitely not expecting Dirk to tear his vein. He was previously mentioned as a weightlifter. He was the biggest out of everyone and his veins popped out the most. He was doing a show when suddenly, he dropped one of the largest dumbbells we had. Everyone was confused what happen, and from the look he gave me I knew there was a motherfuckin' problem. I put Equius out for show and took Dirk to get checked. Apparently, while lifting, his hand slipped and he went to try to get the dumbbell before it hit ground. That was a bad move.

He twisted his arm just a little too much at the shoulder and fuckin' tore his vein. He was slowly bleeding, but it was kind of weird. Because of the muscles, a lot of blood would gush out, but also because of the muscles the blood would have some trouble flowing out quickly. In the end he wouldn't have the motherfuckin' time to actually fix it. By the time they found out it was too late.

The motherfucker knew his fate and decided he wanted to be killed on the spot. He rather get his death over with and be feed to the lions. He didn't want Dave to see him before he died; he knew that it would be easier for Dave to handle after the fact rather than before he got fed to lions. They were very close friends, and it would be to much for Dave to handle. With the things that go on in the circus, that wasn't going to be so simple.

We didn't realize that there was a motherfuckin' intermission. Dirk sat on the floor because he was so much taller than me. I had my pin at the ready, since it is the one weapon I'm use to. Killing anyone who trespassed, causing too much trouble, or just simply can't be used anymore is something I'm motherfuckin' familiar with. My father had me and my brother take turns when someone had to go. I had been thinking of having Jake join me. I can't do everything myself and he is a huge help to me already.

As I was saying, I had my pin at the ready when Dave walks in. He stood for a while shocked; his shade couldn't even hide his emotions at that moment. I heard his preset music playing outside for intermissions. Dave stood a while and I thought he was going to let me fuckin' continue. I just went to swing when he ran to my side. Motherfucker held my arm screaming profanities. I took a step aside, seeing how this was going. He lost all cool and went all out yelling at me. Dirk spoke up and told Dave what we had discussed before.

Dave couldn't handle how fast that happen, just seeing his motherfuckin' brother do his job moments before. He knew the rules of the contract and after a while of trying to find a way around Dirk's death, he let me continue. I smacked my pin to the top of his head. I went a little to motherfuckin' hard; pieces of wood splintered and blood splattered. I knew I wasn't going to be able to fix the gash on the pin so I later threw it away.

Jake, several clowns, and I carried Dirk over to the lions cage. Once again Dave freaked out. He begged me to give him a proper burial. I kept refusing him, telling that motherfucker that Dirk was a proud Makara member and deserved the traditional let go. Dave got upset a started swinging at me. He got me with a good couple of punches before Jake held him off. Jake was pretty forceful and yelled very loudly. I never seen him so motherfuckin' angry before.

Jake cursed at Dave, telling him that it was a disgrace that he was trying to break tradition. That Dirk asked for this and was okay with it. He even threatened that he would "off" Dave himself if it wasn't for the fact that no one else can get the music in order like him. He then kicked Dave out because the intermission almost came to a motherfuckin' end.

That was something I've never seen Jake do. He even slipped a few "motherfucks" in his shouting. He was always the type to follow in the Makara family code, but that was pretty far compared to his cheery self.

The lions fed on Dirks lifeless corpse and Dave had a deadly glare from behind his shades directed to me everyday. Then again, the death of his brother wasn't the only thing that caused those glares. He was friends with many of the workers. To be more specific, I would have to say Karkat Vantas.

Karkat Vantas and his brother, Kankri, worked as the cleaning crew. They cleaned most of the animals; the elephant home were where they were normally found. I would normally say everyone's name without their last name because once you join the circus you were a Makara. The only exceptions would be formally speaking to doctors or scientist. I had one issues

I. Motherfuckin'. Hate. Karkat. Vantas.

He was once my brother's motherfuckin' boyfriend, and a horrid one at that. Yes, he always made Gamzee smile. Yes, he helped a lot with keeping Gamzee away from drugs as long as possible, but he just wasn't excepting. He was sad when Gamzee died, but not heart broken. He simply stated that everyone was going to die one day without a single tear! That wasn't even the motherfuckin' worse part.

He fuckin' defiled the family name! He cursed us and said that we were all the worse motherfuckin' people in the world. I told him that Gamzee would want to be taken to the lions. That he was happier that way and that I had plans for him. The motherfucker wanted none of that. He even tried to take Gamzee's corpse and steal it before the lions could get a bite! I would have motherfuckin' killed him for what he did if it wasn't for two things. He was Gamzee's motherfuckin' boyfriend, and that I wanted the motherfucker to suffer.

I admit that I am a bully. I was and always will be one to Karkat Vantas. I drove him like a slave and beat him when I wanted to. We hated each other to no end. He even tried fighting back; I still have the scars from when he bit my leg. We couldn't pass one another without fighting. I once shoved him face first into an elephant's ass. He later shoved my arm inside up to the elbow.

It's sad actually. We were very close friends, and I was the one who got that motherfucker together with my brother. I wish I had never did that to begin with. Kankri, however, was a good motherfucker. He was religious and didn't like all my cursing, but he was still a good guy. He just yapped way to fuckin' much.

One day, when I was really pissed off, I got an idea. Karkat Vantas was yelling his head off about me dunking him into the fishbowl. He got back at me by breaking my favorite juggling pins. I ran off to my office to cool my head. There was a week left at the current town, and then we leave. I just needed to stay calm till the trucks were loaded. I looked over several of my brother's pictures to get some ideas of what I should do next. I scanned over one that caught my interest. A picture of a double-headed body with four leg and two arms had hit the floor. It was a little lopsided, one being shorter than the other.

It was perfect. I just needed one person's opinion before I did anything. So I had Kankri come to my office for a discussion. He was very surprised to hear that I wanted to add him and his brother to the freak show. He thought I was going the "I'm going to do my shit and you all have to deal with it" type of business with the freak show. He expected me to never personally ask anyone. I knew that whatever motherfuckin' talk he was going to give wouldn't change the fact that he wanted to do the surgery. It's really selfish of him, but he really wanted to be a part of the fuckin' freak show. He loved the idea and he told me once before that I could use him whenever I wanted.

I made sure to tell him that I was doing this to get at his motherfuckin' brother. I could tell that Kankri was a little upset about the reason I would do this, but let it go. We planned the surgery with all the surgeons; with a knocked out Karkat Vantas, everything went as planned.

The surgery was another complicated one. In order to meld the two together, they had to lose both of their arms. Kankri had to have a small piece of his arm persevered to connect the two, since he was taller than motherfuckin' Karkat Vantas. They had to be connected at the hip, but disconnected by their legs. It was hard to take out the bones and sew the veins, but after ten hours all was finished.

The two had to walk around without shirts for a long time before there was one sewed for them. They angled into a slight 'V' because of how the surgery was performed. The two tables that were put together had the slightest motherfuckin' gap that they both sunk into a bit. Those lazy as surgeons; this is what they got for doing it without Dr. Ampora.

As you could guess, the motherfucker was beyond angry, but he couldn't get to me. Kankri wouldn't let Karkat Vantas get into any fights, and I had to stopped shoving him places. In order for me to get Karkat Vantas into certain places, I had to pull Kankri along. I wasn't fuckin' having it and left the two to clean together like they always did.

They were later called The Topsy Turvy Twins because of their height difference. I loved that I could have the last laugh in my battle with Karkat Vantas, but I know for a fact Gamzee was looking down at me in shame for doing that to his boyfriend. I only ever thought of my fun and not about Gamzee when I created them.

I... I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from fusing the two together...

I regret everything I had ever done to Karkat Vantas.


AN: *GASP* Kurloz does have regrets! Well here goes another chapter. *Brushes non-existent eraser shavings off lap* I did this one late since I was out all day. I can't remember if I mentioned already, but I'm trying to get a chapter done everyday. I might miss a day, but I still try (I just made it. Its almost 11:55 pm!)

I've been thinking it over and I'll be making around 10-12 chapters. One of those would be the bonus outfit descriptions, and there is a chapter I'm debating on adding. Its more towards the end, so I'll see then. I have a while so all of you would just have to wait and see. *Super Happy Smile*