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Malcolm Draxton’s story-Circus of horrors

by vampricone6783


*This is the origin of a character from my “Circus of horrors” story. If you want to check out stories that connect to this, go look at  my folder titled “Circus of horrors”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*



It was the year 1982 at the “Circus of awe”. There were two clowns of the names Zippy and Cookie, a ballerina in a black veil called “The Lavender faerie”,  twin trapeze acrobats, a magician, and a ringmaster.

But something had taken away most of the performers. Only the magician, Malcolm Draxton, and the ringmaster, Teresa Silvan, were left. The rest had been disappearing.

Malcolm often wondered why the circus was still intact. Teresa always told him that the “show must go on, no matter what”.

So, using his gift of real magic from childhood, Malcolm pulled off all five of his fingers from his right hand. The audience gasped in amazement, but it was simple to him. Those who had the gift of magic could do as they pleased.

As he was placing his fingers back on his hand, he noticed something strange in the distance. A pale woman dressed in black, with long, black hair reaching down into the ground stood far off, shadows twisting and changing around her.

She’s a demon, and most certainly the one who took them all away. Malcolm thought grimly.

“I’m going to sing a little song before our show ends.” Malcolm said to the audience with a smile.

Hopefully it would drive her away.

Without hesitation, Malcolm began singing the song known to ward off demons:

“Creatures of the night

Come not into the light

Leave the sparkling souls be

Let them find peace

Let them be happy

No longer will you stretch out your wanting claws

Your evil won’t do a thing

You won’t come for us”

The audience clapped and cheered after he was finished. In the distance, he saw the woman start to fade away. His spell had worked! The woman was disappearing! She-

She was in his mind, coming at full force. Her darkness engulfed his light, her corruption took hold of his body. She didn’t like to be messed with. She didn’t like to be defied.

Malcolm felt his eyes close up, his throat close up, his heart close up…

His body fell to the floor, but his soul was no more.


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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!

First Impression: Well this was quite a look at this circus here. It seems that the force we're dealing with is quite a powerful demon and one that's quite well disguised at that, not to mention incredibly powerful.

Anyway let's get right to it,

It was the year 1982 at the “Circus of awe”. There were two clowns of the names Zippy and Cookie, a ballerina in a black veil called “The Lavender faerie”, twin trapeze acrobats, a magician, and a ringmaster.

But something had taken away most of the performers. Only the magician, Malcolm Draxton, and the ringmaster, Teresa Silvan, were left. The rest had been disappearing.

Malcolm often wondered why the circus was still intact. Teresa always told him that the “show must go on, no matter what”.


Oooh okay well a little different look at this particular circus here. Let's see how exactly this looks from a slightly different point of view. Things certainly seem poised to be quite interesting here.

So, using his gift of real magic from childhood, Malcolm pulled off all five of his fingers from his right hand. The audience gasped in amazement, but it was simple to him. Those who had the gift of magic could do as they pleased.

As he was placing his fingers back on his hand, he noticed something strange in the distance. A pale woman dressed in black, with long, black hair reaching down into the ground stood far off, shadows twisting and changing around her.

She’s a demon, and most certainly the one who took them all away. Malcolm thought grimly.


Oh dear, well that was quite the quick realization there and I mean judging by the fact we don't exactly run into him in the other story it looks like he's probably not going to succeed at finding a way to combat the demon here.

“I’m going to sing a little song before our show ends.” Malcolm said to the audience with a smile.

Hopefully it would drive her away.

Without hesitation, Malcolm began singing the song known to ward off demons:

“Creatures of the night

Come not into the light

Leave the sparkling souls be

Let them find peace

Let them be happy

No longer will you stretch out your wanting claws

Your evil won’t do a thing

You won’t come for us”


Oooh well that's quite the smart plan, keeping up the actual act and somehow managing to combat demons at the same time. That's not the level of skill that you tend to see every day. I think Malcom has quite a bit of talent there although it remains to be seen if he will manage to drive her away.

The audience clapped and cheered after he was finished. In the distance, he saw the woman start to fade away. His spell had worked! The woman was disappearing! She-

She was in his mind, coming at full force. Her darkness engulfed his light, her corruption took hold of his body. She didn’t like to be messed with. She didn’t like to be defied.

Malcolm felt his eyes close up, his throat close up, his heart close up…

His body fell to the floor, but his soul was no more.


Welp it seems that demon as just a tad bit more powerful than most or is something else entirely because that certainly didn't seem to be as effective as poor Malcom was hoping it would be.

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

Overall: Overall I think a pretty powerful little tale. Another rather punchy origin story this time with the good ol' formula but I think it works nicely to give us a hint at what exactly is haunting this here circus and hunting its performer's down. Very nicely done.

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.

Stay Safe
Kate





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