Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence and mature content.
*This is from my story “Clowns, magic, murder, and lies”. What happens in story #1 is the present, what happens in story #3 is from a chapter in my story “Clowns, magic, murder, and lies”, what happens in stories #2, #4, and #5 is from the past. Before the carnival, Philippa used to haunt her house. Now that it’s all cleared up, I want to say that Gacha Club character designs are on my wall and as always, enjoy!*
1. Calypso and clothes.
Calypso had always been one to notice clothes.
Especially if someone dressed in all black.
It seemed as if their very outlook on life was gloomy and dreadful.
Or maybe it didn’t mean anything at all.
But that’s how she saw it.
2. Maybelline and Angelita felt at peace in a carnival.
It was a peculiar thing, yes.
But teen twins Maybelline and Angelita felt at peace in a carnival. The festive music, bright lights, and tasty treats was Heaven to them.
It all felt so beautiful and lovely!
Especially when it was just them there.
Well, it’s never just been them.
But they wished.
Oh, they wished.
3. Nova and Philippa remember Ryan’s scared reaction.
“Remember how frightened he got once he saw you?”
“Yes! It was priceless!”
“I’d pay to see that reaction again.”
“Yeah, me too.”
4. All alone, in her house
Philippa wished she didn’t revert to her demon form whenever she was scared. That scared away potential friends.
People came and left the haunted house. The haunted house with the dead clown girl.
They all wanted to see her. They always regretted doing so.
Why couldn’t they just leave her be?
5. A moment with Violet and Philippa
The girl appeared out of nowhere in her life.
Philippa wasn’t complaining, though. Violet was a distraction from…from her.
Violet was just what she needed. Someone to love. Someone to care for. Someone who would do the same for her.
And now they sat on front of her family’s house,on the steps, watching the sky fade into the evening rose pink.
The air smelled sweeter with her around.
“How did you feel when Jennifer died?”
Philippa stiffened. Her hand went cold and clammy.
Why…why would she dare say her name? Why would Violet want to know how she felt?
Maybe she was just curious. Maybe Philippa should just let go.
Her words were interrupted by a kiss from Violet.
Well, it was supposed to be a kiss. But it didn’t feel like it. It felt like she was trying to destroy her lips, like she wanted to peel them off.
Her heart pounding in her chest was love. That desperate, crazed feeling was love. The kiss was love. Violet was love. Violet loved her just as good as Jennifer did. Violet wanted the best for her.
Violet Violet Violet love love love Violet Violet Violet love love love Violet Violet Violet love love love-
THIS. WAS. LOVE.