Young Writers Society

*Another origin story,Gacha Club character designs are on my wall.I hope you enjoy!

Long ago,there was a mass children murder,at an orphanage.Children's blood was spilled everywhere.

Crushed music boxes that kids owned littered the ground,along with smushed candy that they would eat.

From that destruction,a clown rose from the blood spilled.

She had purple hair,a pink dress,a matching party hat,wrinkly,pasty skin and stood at seven feet tall.

She heard a voice,a mother,perhaps,calling for her child:

"VIOLET?! VIOLET?! VIOLET,Where ARE you?!"

The clown pursed her lips.

"Violet...Violet...I'm...Violet." She said.She would call herself Violet.

Now,Violet was only just beginning to understand this strange,complex world humans live in.It would take some time for her to learn human words,thoughts and feelings.

Some time later,Violet had the intelligence of a fourteen year old and the maturity of a six year old.She was lacking empathy.

But that was enough for her.

Violet was fascinated by the human world and meant to stay.But she didn't know how she'd stay.

One day,Violet found a carnival.She decided to stay there,because it looked cool and she had no other place to go.

As she was standing there,she heard a child running around in the carnival.

Violet,hearing the child,was drooling.You see,she hadn't eaten anything and demon clowns need to eat children to survive.

So,she followed the noise.

"Who are you?" The dinner asked.

Violet didn't speak.She just slashed the food with her claws,until it couldn't make that annoying screaming noise anymore.

Violet was about to eat its dead corpse,but then,something curious happened.

The child got put back together.It was no longer a child,however.It was a demon clown.

Violet stared back in awe.She had never seen anything like it.

"You're..You're a human!" The child yelled,pointing at her.

Violet looked at her own hands and touched her face.

"It appears so." Violet said.

She trapped the child in the carnival with her magic and ran outside.

Now,she had a purpose.

Violet knew she wouldn't last very long as a human and the only way to keep this form was to murder others or find dead bodies.Then,take them to her carnival,where they will become clowns.She'll become even more human with the more people she murdered.

But where to start?

Violet was walking in a cemetery.She found two human adults,one male and one female, a female human teen and a little girl,standing in front of a grave that had the name:"Jennifer" on it.

That was the only thing Violet could read on the grave,anyway.

The female teen was the only one crying.The little one looked sad and the parents looked like they didn't care.

Violet also noticed that the teen was the only one in the family who had red eyes.The rest of them had brown eyes.

Violet smiled.The teen would be her perfect prey.

"What's wrong?" Violet asked,walking next to the family.

They didn't answer.They ignored her.

That was fine.She'd keep trying.

Violet went back to her carnival.

The next day,Violet smelled the teen from the graveyard at her carnival.She was wearing a clown costume,performing.

"Well,this just got easier than I thought it'd be." Violet said,smiling to herself.

Turning into her human form,Violet walked up to the teen and introduced herself as Violet,a witch.The girl looked like someone who would believe in witches and she couldn't risk what would happen if she saw her with magic.She didn't want her to know that she was a demon clown.She also told her that her family had a circus that was rivaling with her family circus.She planned to tell the same circus lie to her parents,so that it seemed more real.

Violet lied through her teeth to Philippa.

Surprisingly,she didn't seem scared of Violet when she told her that she was a witch.

The teen told her that her name was Philippa.

Now,at first that was all Violet knew about her,that her name was Philippa.But soon,she learned that Philippa was a very sad and lost girl,who missed this one human named Jennifer deeply.

Violet had an idea of what to do.She didn't want Philippa to die in her hands.No,she had a different plan.

If Violet just kept mentioning Jennifer to her and had Philippa talk about Jennifer, forcing her to think depressing things,if she just nudged her in the right direction and built her trust and then "died",then Violet would get what she wanted.

Besides,it was better when the victim was full of guilt and sadness than when she hurt the victim herself.

Finally,when Violet thought she had Philippa in the right state of mind,she faked her own death.The cause of Violet's "death" would be something called Cholera.

As she suspected,Philippa was overcome with sadness for Violet's death and had poisoned herself.

When no one was looking,Violet teleported to Philippa's house,in her clown form.Philippa's mother and sister were outside,staring at the police cars that came to take Philippa's body away.

A police officer came and examined Philippa's body.

Violet smiled.Not for long.

Violet grabbed Philippa's body and teleported with it before anyone could notice anything.

She took her to the carnival,where Philippa became a clown.

But Violet wanted Philippa to feel more pain than she already felt in her life.

So,she kept Philippa in a deep sleep,at her tent.She'd have Philippa haunt her very own house after some decades,which would be painful for Philippa and fun for Violet.

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Months later,Violet could smell people at her carnival.She smelled excitement,children and birthday cake,too.

Violet found a young adult and the same little girl she had seen with Philippa.She already knew their names.

Conrad and Lily.Philippa's siblings.

"Maybe I'll kill you guys too." Violet cackled.

Yes,she would definitely kill them and trap them in her carnival.

Violet was getting dizzy from her bloodlust.So she took a deep breath and turned into a human.

She needed to set her plan into action,starting now.