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Waiting is not fun, but good things come to those who wait…right??

*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Are you afraid of the dark? (Season 1 2019 fanfics)”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. This is based off Season One of the 2019 show “Are you afraid of the dark?”. The main character in these fanfics is the antagonist in season one, which has only three episodes and every season is a different story with different characters. I wanted to explore more about the villain and created my own AU off of what little was shown from the show. Betsy is not my OC, she is the name I came up with for a random showgirl shown in Marcus’ carnival. Marcus and Bart are friends with each other. Mrs. Walsh is my OC, though. Anyway, enjoy!*

As Marcus scrubbed the floors, he wondered…why did Mrs. Walsh let them, all those years ago? Marcus was five, Bart was fifteen. And at the moment, Marcus was twelve and Bart was twenty-two, both of them still working there, both of them still together and Marcus trying to keep down his frustration and hopelessness about wanting to build a carnival, his dreams of being a ringmaster that seemed too far to come true with every hour that he did servants’ work.

He couldn’t be upset, because it gave them both a place to sleep and money, but why? Bart just took them to the front door of the mansion expecting them to both work there. She didn’t know them at all. Mrs. Walsh didn’t have to let them in. And yet she did. She was a stranger but she was kind to them. And he couldn’t help but wonder: Why, why, wh-

“What’s your name?”

Marcus looked up.

A girl who looked to be a teenager looked down at him. She had blue eyes fanned by long, black lashes. Her hair was in blond curls, just like Mrs. Walsh’s hair. She wore a cotton pink dress, white tights, and black Mary Janes.

Marcus had to blink to make sure he wasn’t looking at a living wax doll.

“My name?” Marcus asked, making sure that he heard right.

“Yes, your name. What is it?”

“It’s…it’s Marcus. My name is Marcus.”

“Hi Marcus! I’m Elizabeth, but you can call me Betsy.”

Betsy stuck her hand out for Marcus to shake, which he did, unreasonably grateful for her affection.

“Do you know why Mrs. Walsh took me and Bart in? Why would she trust us? My Dad always wanted me to be careful and I just want to know…why?” Marcus asked. It had been a question that kept coming up as time went on.

“Oh, my Mom? She said that she wanted to help you guys. That you looked so scared. One thing I’ve been wondering though, is…”

Betsy raised an eyebrow at Marcus, seeming to judge him, before she said:

“Why did you come here? You don’t seem to know yourself.”

Marcus thought back to when he told Bart his dream about going to the city and starting a carnival. Instead, he took them to the Walsh house, to work.

“I don’t know. I told Bart that I wanted to go to the city and start a carnival, but he-“

“Do you still want to start a carnival?”

“Yes, but-“

“I can help you. When you grow up, I’ll give you my family’s money to start a carnival. We have enough, I’m sure that-“

“You want to help me?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s just that-“

“Promise not to tell anyone. I don’t want my parents to know.”

Betsy extended her pinky finger towards Marcus, who linked his own with hers.

Did…did he just make a new friend?

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Kivaya Comment

This is pretty great! I haven't watched the show, but it sounds interesting! I'd love to read more! I suggest giving a more thorough description on where Marcus is. What do the walls look like? Is he scrubbing a marble floor, or a wooden one? Overall, this is a great story! I should really watch the show so I can understand what's happening more. Anyway, I think you made a real effort on this and I say good job!

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Kivaya wrote a review · Tue Apr 14, 2026 12:48 am

This is pretty great! I haven't watched the show, but it sounds interesting! I'd love to read more! I suggest giving a more thorough description on where Marcus is. What do the walls look like? Is he scrubbing a marble floor, or a wooden one? Overall, this is a great story! I should really watch the show so I can understand what's happening more. Anyway, I think you made a real effort on this and I say good job!

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Tikaya wrote a review · Wed Dec 10, 2025 9:29 am

Okay, more Bart and Marcus. Gotcha.

“why did Mrs. Walsh let them” Let them what? Complete the sentence @.@

I’m also a bit confused abt where in the timeline we are. Is this the lady they knocked on the door for? Way back when? Marcus has been five at that time?????

I also find it weird that “after all those years” he starts wondering NOW abt why she did all that. What prompted the reflection?

Feel like you could have been a bit more subtle with Betsy’s description. Spread it out a bit more so that it doesn’t come all at once.

I’m just… so confused about when all this is supposed to happen and why these two didn’t meet earlier. This all develops some kinda dream-like state where things just happen…. And this dialogue here fits in that dream-like quality: “Why did you come here? You don’t seem to know yourself.” I like that she asks that. It rly feels like she appeared to guide the MC to some epiphany. Still weird that it’s only happening now. Also this dream thing would fit with Betsy just casually promising him money. What does she get out of this? They never talked and now this?

I wish there were more descriptions abt what kinda work they do for Mrs Walsh etc

Basically they are her servants. They clean and cook and take care of the house, etc.

He mostly does work and tries not to think about his life but just thought about it then.

Thx for reading!



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