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It was the only way.

In the end, you were the weakest of them all.

It wasn’t surprising you were chosen as the sacrifice that helped them grow stronger and escape the despicable abuse you and your family, suffered from that filthy arrogant human, who was once the ringmaster.

Alas, your ghostly presence faded into a soft aroma now, sometimes turning to one of sorrow. Perhaps acting as a remembrance of your eternal suffering from those humans who looked at you like you were nothing but a porcelain doll to exploit.

You felt yourself stuck as a ghost, a dead being who still feels the same as when you were met with your demise.

From your last memories, you remember a clear vision of Pierrot’s mortified grief-filled face as the others took you apart one by one to feast, eventually he joined them reluctantly. Jester’s hesitance turned unwanted acceptance. The Doctor, unable to look at you knowing the degree of the pains you must be in due to his medical eye. Ticket Taker’s hidden sorrow behind the mask he bore as he feasted.

You remember Harlequin’s silent guilt, shock, uncertainty when you came to him and asked him to save you. You never imagined it was through you being sacrificed to bring a stop to all this pain once and for all, but, even after all that, you never could hate him. After all, you all were starving monsters who were suffering from the horrors the humans brought to you.

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With that, you followed them. You watched them and how they grew after escaping. It was definitely a way to cope that they chose. Hiding what really happened to themselves for their own sanity and using her colors for the Fools of the circus.

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Pain. That’s the first thing you feel before—

You jolt awake with a gasp.

Your eyes look through your surroundings finding yourself in the alleyway of the small town your ghost followed the circus members into.

You hold up your hand, seeing the black texture and sharp nails you once held instead of the transparent white. Your gaze travels down to the rest of your body, seeing your monster skin covered by a loose white gown. The little goat hooves you once bore are intact, your lamb-like tail lays behind you, and your black hair, which has grown much longer, falls down to your ankle.

It’s as if you never got eaten alive.

You touch your horns from uncertainty. How is this possible, how are you alive?

Your thought is cut short as you hiss in pain. Your right horn is scratched and dirty. Right during your time as a ghost your right horn was still gone despite you being whole. This probably meant that you had a part of you that wasn’t eaten, therefore was slowly healing until it was time for you to be alive.

You look ahead unsure what to do. You couldn’t go to the circus. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you couldn’t do that to them. Your heart ached envisioning your family with those shocked, traumatized, guilt-taken expressions forming the moment they see you.

You know that Pierrot has a new love that ignited a passion far stronger than the one he once held for you. You saw the way Harlequin took a liking as well to the human, a café barista, although he denies it on the outside. You were happy for them and didn’t want to ruin it.

What should you do?