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{ So This is it we zoom in away from memory and into the truth of my life. Good luck to those who have followed me so far.}

Doc was finishing her prep for her usual setup. Every couple of weeks it seemed to help, but it was getting tedious. She would need to find a better solution soon. This time Doc had delayed more than usual, and her vision had temporarily become monochrome.

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she moved into position, standing on the red X on the ground. The machine, which was easily twice Doc’s height, it had blinking lights and was made of whatever she had been able to grab for components. Her head snapped up as the lights in the tent flickered and died, it was already dark out. However, this usually only happened when the circus moved, and it was well before midnight.

The machine continued to charge, reaching max. “Unusual...” she registered, thinking to bring it up to Whysteria later, just before the howling bay of a hound filled the air. Doc could hear the machine she knew she only had to wait a few moments, however, she knew that sound from many hunts. In which she had been on the better side of things.

Doc glanced at the device as the second howl pierced the darkness. It’s not a bay, no, a howl, meaning they had spotted something. Cursing, she gave the device one last glance and shoved through the curtains that hid that area of the medical tent. Just as she exited, the ground behind her was hit with a bolt of electricity, lighting up the room for only a moment.

As she reached the tent flaps and stopped long enough to take in and categorize her surroundings, her eyes settling on a young blonde woman in a tutu and leotard. The young woman had only joined recently. She was staring into the distance, clearly concerned, and Doc cursed inwardly.

She was moving faster than she intended.” Move! Move now!” Doc said, grabbing the girl’s arm and dragging her into a run.

“What’s happening? Those were hunting dogs I-!” the girl managed.

“If we don’t move now, we both die. Now stay with me!” She said firmly, letting years of this kind of work set in. Doc thought and thought fast about where they could go. The tents wouldn’t do much, especially if these intruders had already broken through the circus defenses...

Something was clearly wrong. Doc passed tents and areas that made no sense to get to where they needed to go. The road seemed to stretch further ahead, and the circus wasn’t carrying them as it often did where they needed to go .

She shoved the girl and leads, making sure Lacey stays beside her. She hears the panting, the yips of the dogs as they were closing in.”turn right now!” she barks, and Lacey stayed with her as they spotted an old trailer it was covered in scratches and some blood on the door. “Fuck” but it would have to do it was a barrier.

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The door barely held back the beast beyond it as a massive dog with gray blue fur smashed against it, snarling and snapping. A terrified Lacey was looking through drawers for a gun or anything to use as Doc was bracing her back against the damn flimsy door. “Of course I only have a blasted knife on me when this shit happens!” Doc snarled as a big maw snapped at them, shoving the door open a little before Doc used her knife to cut the beast’s face, causing it to only snarl and snap harder trying to break in. Doc shoved hard against the door, closing it again temporarily.

“Who doesn’t have a working lock on their door!” Lacey cried in clear panic as she finally found a gun behind a couch and ran back to Doc with it. Shed been lucky to find anything, but Doc knew why it was there and had sent the girl searching.

“alright have you used a gun before?” She asked loudly over the barking as the beast shoved against the door again. The 5’2’ woman was doing her best to keep the door closed with a bit of supernatural strength on her side. Though it was nothing compared to others. It didn’t help that these particular hounds were bred to hunt werewolves as well.

“No, iv never shot one!”

“Damn. Alright, that means it’s me then. I won’t shoot you by accident as easily as you’d shoot me.“ Doc said and held out her hands they were firm, while Lacy was practically about to drop the gun. The poor girl was shaking like a damn leaf as she handed Doc the gun.

The ballerina then helped brace the door with her shoulder, trying to keep it closed as Doc scrambled up and aimed the entrance to the trailer. “Step back in Three. Two. One!” Doc called firmly. Lacey scrambled from the door, and Doc had the gun aimed at it taking a firm stance, and she used the gun strap to steady it in her grip. “Behind me now, dear!“ She said with calm authority.

Lacey ended up behind the shorter woman who didn’t even flinch when the door flew open with the beast’s next tackle. The sound of the gun was deafening in the small space, and the first of the hounds fell with a yelp as others began to converge on the door, four at least . Lacey whimpered behind Doc, keeping her ears covered as she jumped with each gunshot. One hound lunged forward, but one in the back was suddenly scooped up in the maw of a massive purple tiger that ripped into the surprised dog. The others suddenly turn and converge on the were tiger while Doc was still taking shots one at a time. Another dog, now with its back to the two humans, fell as they were distracted with their natural prey.

Finally, the last dog fell to the tiger’s jaws. Doc had her rifle leveled out the door, staring down the bloodstained were tiger outside. It was a respectful distance, enough to give her a few shots, but she was sobered by the idea that the gun had no silver ammunition. As Lacey tried to peek from behind her, Doc grabbed the girl’s arm and pushed Lacey back behind herself.

She couldn’t stop Yvette from slaughtering them the moment the animal tamers wild beast decided it wanted to, the door wouldn’t do shit against her. Doc knew the best bet was to at least give the kid behind her a chance to understand and say goodbye before she died.

However, as the beast stared them down, panting hard, covered in bite marks from the hounds that had reached her. Doc saw it: the spark of intelligence, not just hunger and rage. Her eyes lingered on the beast’s blood-stained face, and Doc lowered the gun. She only had one or two ideas how Yvette had gained control...all tragic and one’s shed prefer not to think of right now. “It’s Yvette she has control. We’re safe for now, but I need to get you to somewhere close by where you can hide. You don’t have the experience to survive, and I can’t take dead weight right now,” she said firmly, but the girl shakily nodded as the were tiger outside fell to all fours and ran off into the night.

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( authors note) im still dealing with a lot but I wanted to get this one out. I’m so proud of doc shes taken me so far in my journey. What do you guys think? What is your predictions for what happens in the coming segments.. what creatures will we see? what creatures do you hope to see? what characters should we see again ? hehee

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Archivist interlude- The Promethean

From the desk of the archivist

Subject: Multiple placeholder numbers for anomaly H-67

Name: Natalia,Cassandra,Eric,Eliot and several unknowns including one Erza.

Type: Reanimated

Threat level: Medium

Status:N/A

Description: Using the model of Natalia and now Cassandra, the Promethean or revived members of the circus as an example of the normal procedure used by Resident Doc. The Promethean is a formally living entity that is cleaned of its vital fluids. There are several examples of incomplete subjects within Doc’s quarters and medical tent that are either active for a short time or no longer active at all. The procedure seems to replace these vital materials with a catalyst that replaces it and causes a change in formally living tissue. Most subjects carry scars from various surgeries that eventually heal from cuts or stitches. Some have organs or even whole body parts replaced from other subjects. In the case of Natalia, her windpipe and Cassandra, her heart and liver due to unresolved complications or illness in life.

Such entities are capable of replacing body parts when damaged with any and all other human blood and tissue types. Because of the formula used to revive them, creating a type of universal receiver and donor complication.

If necessary, whole limbs can be replaced, but when the brain is destroyed, the body may continue to function without the mind. However, fire itself seems to destroy these creatures completely. Such entities need no sleep and have never been witnessed to become sick.

Habits: All subjects witnessed in the circus grounds have shown to be awake all hours of the day. However, some have witnessed small periods when the mind will wander or they will stare off for about an hour to two hours or in short rest periods, letting the mind rest and recalibrate over time. Most of these subjects start infant like and confused once revived before eventfully growing within a year to two years mentally to fully functioning adults once more.They are heavily influenced by their environments and this is suggested congruent to how they function or grow as they recover from rebirth. An unsettling trend seems to form from reports outside of the circus and from Doc herself that some subjects born with deformities from life. Specifically mental ones can be exacerbated or made worse by the transition.

Capabilities: Promethean subjects are capable of all things any human is. However, the lack of need to sleep and unchecked strength are the strongest contenders for capabilities. Quick to learn and incapable of growing sick, they are often busy round the clock. Local resident Natalia was observed once lifting the front end of an antique Ford off a circus member who had become trapped beneath it with ease. Being a smaller female subject of transformation, it’s believed that the strength capability scales with available muscle tissue. The car in this case took little effort but only the front end was lifted, and she complained that it was still heavy to her just nothing overtly inconvenient at the time.

Weaknesses: Fire, mental instability (dependent on the individual, in the case of Eric bright lights and sounds.) Lack of formula. It has been stated by our circus Doc that the entities in question need to be resupplied the formula that was given to them every few months to a year. Depending on the subject and whether or not strange adaptions are created. One case in her files suggests an individual known as Eliot developing the ability to subsist on electrical charges to keep the formula active within his own body. However all others have been logged as being Formula dependent, and some of these adaptions can take years to form in the individual, almost as a strange maturation of the person.

Conclusions: Such subjects are considered highly dangerous when provoked and unstable in some cases, depending on the individual. Caution upon approach is highly recommended until one is certain of the nature of their individual revived subject.

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The lights were buzzing overhead when Cassandra woke up. She groaned, squinting. She closed her eyes quickly and heard a chair scrape across the floor nearby. “Your eyes sensitive? Yeah, I noticed that earlier when I woke up. He should really fix that light.“ Doc mumbled.

“Jenn Dougan. Is that a given name or alias?” The redhead asked. Jenn looked over at her, a bit grateful her head wasn’t tied down. She blushed, though glancing down to see herself completely naked. The woman let her head fall back, breathing heavily. She was aware of Doc standing next to her side. The other leaned in, Doc had Jenn’s wallet in her hand.

“What is it like? That rush of fear, I’ll admit, I find it beautiful. I often wonder if I’ll feel that in my last moment. Most iv seemed to have experienced are little licks of it. Having an arm torn off and being shot with a shotgun does that. But never a rush like now with you. Tell me what it’s like? Please describe it to me?”

Jenn was breathing heavily, she counts backwards, trying hard to focus on her breathing. “My chest is tight. I-I can’t catch my breath. M-my st-st-belly is tight and I feel sick.” She said softly.

Doc slowly nodded, she tilted her head and backed up, sitting on the little steel stool near the table. She folded her hands together and waited.

“What are you going to do?”

“My process takes a while, but you won’t be awake for it, however, you will die “

The girls’ breathing started to hitch as tears streamed down her face.

Doc reached out, petting Jenn’s head and it running fingers through her hair.

“Death isn’t always finite dear, often it only means change,” she said to the girl and then kissed the top of her head.

She then got up and walked over to an I.V stand and attached it to a tap already in Jenn’s arm. She Opens the I.V. Jenn was crying by then, the crying turned into an outright wail as the other pushed an aspirator and set of suction pumps into view alongside the table.

Doc worked quietly, even turning a radio on nearby. Finally, Jenn started to quiet down, sniffling softly. “Jars? A-are you gonna put me in jars?” She asked and Doc paused where she had been pouring a disinfectant on her tools.

“Hmm? You saw that night? The closet was open I know. So what did you see? Come now, you must have some idea of my genuine work.”

She walked over to the I.V and fully opened the line.” Soon...so speak while you can,” Doc said, pushing a table with wheels over to Jenn.

“ A-a man he was in a jar, his head... his hands everything everywhere. I saw it before they came in and I..” She says softly, shivering and gulping as Doc uncovered a large pot with a pink goo dried to the outside in places.

“Ahh but what was so different about the head that you noticed...surely you saw? “

Jenn blinked rapidly, her eyelids starting to droop.

“He... was talking. I saw his lips move, but he had to be fake,” she muttered dreamily.

“It was real, my dear, soon you will understand the gift I give to you today. Now sleep...“

The woman’s last image of Doc is the woman dripping something from her necklace into the vat. Followed by a pink glow that shined inside and bounced off the ceiling above them.

Doc set to work first removing the fluids from the body. Afterwards, she checked over the contents before finally replacing everything damaged and then filling the remains with the glowing pink material to replace the blood. It took time, and she had to take a couple breaks, one of which was to call Pipin and reassure her Doc was still alive before continuing her work.

Looking Jenn over, she wheeled over a battery wired up to a strange and lovely tesla coil. “How lucky am I that my equipment, though dated, is still functioning?”

She hooked it up carefully, thrust the end of a thin and sharp probe through the flesh into the heart.

She took a long breath and then stepped back, grabbing a handle on the machine and beginning to turn it. With each crank the machine made a soft crackling noise as it charged. It had always been a preference for Doc to make sure her more power producing tech to be off the main grid. Sadly a lightning storm wasn’t available when you needed one.

With each turn the metal coil on the machine, encased with glass, began to glow and produce electrical bolts that ran up its shaft. “just a bit more...”

Finally, the meter on the machine blinked from red to green, and she pressed a button. The body on the table jerked as electricity flowed through it. She did it once, twice, three times as pink charged electricity flowed across the body before all went quiet.

With a gasp Jenn’s head is thrown back and she takes her first real breaths.

She struggled against the straps holding her down for the first few breaths before settling down again with a whimper.

Her breathing hitched, and she looked around, clearly confused. “Do you know who I am?” Doc asked softly, leaning over the other but the confusion and fear in the eyes tells her all she needs to know.The former killer speaks her first words as a new life. “... Momma?”

The mad scientist sighs a twinge of regret filling her heart. “Of coarse its been more constant recently this formula variation wasn’t strong enough either...” Reluctantly she started releasing the straps on the side of the table. “Another failure...” she muttered, and as the last strap came free, the woman sat up and whimpered. She looked around and then hugged herself.

Hesitating only a moment, Doc reached out and grabbed her hand. “Hey...focus on me. It’s alright, darling, nothing here will hurt you.” She said firmly and was rewarded with an unexpected hug from the creature. She was rather lucky it was gentle someone in Jenn’s position now could easily snap her spine with the right motivation.”um...there there” She, said patting the others back a bit awkwardly.The naked woman clung to her. The stitching down her stomach scraping against Doc’s shirt. “Be careful now, I don’t want you to undo your stitches. That will take a few days to heal up properly, dear...”

Doc grunted gently, pulling away from the girl who whimpered when she did so, but thankfully let go. “Its alright I have another daughter who will love a sister to care for, I’m sure.” She said not meeting the creature’s gaze as she moved away long enough to come back with a blanket, draping it over her creation’s shoulders.

“I suppose sense you or....let’s call you Cassandra for now.”She offered gently, looking down as the creature smiled at her and repeated her words though clumsily.

“Yes. That’s right, Cassandra, very good, darling.”

Doc was about to say something more when a loud crash from upstairs caused her to jump. She quickly ran to the door and peered out, but could see nothing in the basement area but the scent of smoke wafted into the room. “Shit, someone’s here.” Doc ran to the stairs, but as she reached the top and touched the door, she had to yank her hand back quickly. “Fire” She whispered and bolted back down.

“Cassandra, we have to go now,” she said, trying to keep her voice level as she goes back into the other room. Doc grabbed a duffel bag of her old supplies. Reaching out, she took Cassandra’s hand.

“w-why?” the woman asked, clearly confused as Doc managed to get her on her feet and tug her towards the darkness of the basement.

“Someone set the upstairs on fire. Fire bad darling fire will destroy you when bullets wont. “She said, trying her best to explain without scaring the girl, though Cassandras sudden whimper and tears proved her wrong in her haste.

“Fire...hurt?” The taller woman asked with a whimper. Cassandra came to a frightened standstill, which made it almost impossible for Doc to pull her along due to her strength.

“Yes but....” Doc looked down and then slowly hugs the scared woman, closing her eyes.” I will protect you that’s what I do I protect monsters like, us Cassandra.” She said firmly, looking up at the other who sniffled but then slowly nodded and started walking.

Doc guided her carefully, eventually finding a very familiar window she had escaped out of all those years ago while being hunted. Doc crawled out first, but Cassandra stood in the basement looking uncertain.”Mommy? Will you...b-burn too?” She asked, looking back over her shoulder, before Doc managed to get her attention again.

“It’s ok please come on, sweetie. It’s safe ill help you. Don’t worry about me.” Doc called, reaching back into the window. It took a couple more coaxing words before finally Cassandra grabbed her hands and Doc manages with a lot of effort to get her out of the window.

Doc was gasping for air when they finally cleared the house’s backyard. Looking back, she paused, staring at the flames as they engulfed the old house and shuddered when the symbol of the Order appeared.

“Of course, your why this all happened. Whoever you are, I’m ready for you. I dare you to come find me.” She snarled before taking Cassandra’s hand and leading her away from the building into the dark of night.

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( so waht do you guys think we have a new circus member it seems.)

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Doc could hear the blasted buzzing of the light before her eyes blinked open. She immediately regretted it and squeezed them shut again with a groan. “.. what did you give me?” She asked, knowing the other couldn’t be far away.

“ Hehe ...ketamine, you were growling about someone called Penelope for a bit .. then you got real quiet...”

Doc eventually managed to open her eyes spying the girl sitting on a chair nearby, elbow on knee and her hand on her chin. Doc didn’t bother moving around; she could feel the restraints pressed into her skin. It was the nice lay out of surgical tools next to the old table that gained her full attention.

The familiar face smiled down at her. Looks were often deceiving; this one was especially so with her flower-decorated shirt and long brown skirt. She could pass for a younger schoolteacher.

“ I’ll admit you caught me off guard. I never would have guessed you to be a killer. It’s been some time sense we last saw one another.” She said, quirking an eyebrow at the other.

“ You know I could say the same about you. If I hadn’t seen you covered in blood the night you fled town, I’d never have known. You hid that shit so well..I’m impressed.

She admits with a shrug and a grin.

“ Sorry, I know the surgery sets aren’t the best, but it’s all I could manage to collect recently. The young woman said, running a finger across a bone saw.

“ So you kill other killers? Awake with surgery tools? I’m a bit surprised you don’t carry your own?” Doc said, letting her head fall back with a huff. Craning her neck sucked.

“ Oh what? Oh no, I just respect you too much to throw you underground in a box. No something like you deserves something special!” She said a bit too brightly.

“ I saw what you did to that man who broke in... I assumed you always flayed people. I did find some info on some people on the East coast, wasn’t that you?” doc smirked and laughed a bit.

“ Oh no, I was just frustrated, and he was going to kill me. Usually, I take everything I can. what I can’t use right away, I preserve for later.” The redhead practically purred, whispering the last bit as if it were a special secret between them.

The girl looks a bit annoyed, and she sighed scrubbing her dark hair. “Fuck? Seriously? Damn it! Well, that’s some egg on my face then.” The woman said, getting up and starting to pace a bit, upset .

“ Well you couldn’t have known I mean, I hide pretty well when I need to.” Smirking Doc watched as the girl was trying to play with the tools, Doc knew the look well: the need to soothe one’s ego.

“This is a beautiful revelation. I never would have guessed you were a serial killer. No I may not flay others as you expected. ,”She said, biting her lip to not laugh. This felt good, a chance to talk shop.” But I’m gonna take this opportunity to share I mean how often does something like this happen? At best, our kind are like passing ships in the night. Or we kill each other for stepping on toes.” She admits with a shrug to her old assistant.

The girl smirked back and sighed sitting back down.”Well go on then ...share, might as well. “ Doc nodded, relaxing on the table.

“Well you see I tend to sedate my prey. Then I take them apart as they sleep. Though the first steps for my more important projects is to remove all the blood. I get some twitches, but they tend to be unaware.” She admitted with a shrug.” It’s less messy, though some assholes I don’t mind a nice slice to the neck if they are nasty enough.” She admitted with a glance upwards at the ceiling, usually if I break them apart after I put everything of use in jars or other methods of preservation iv pioneered.”.

She said looking at the girl who seemed lost in reflection.” you? You said something about a box underground?”

She squirmed a bit trying to look better at the other “oh um yes.. well, I tend to dress them up sedated it’s easier than a fight, I throw them in a casket underground with a camera. It’s easier to dig under prepared graves. And just pat down another layer of dirt..” she said wistfully ” Funerary clothes can be so gorgeous if you pick the right tailor or do the work yourself...”

“Any particular type you like?” Doc requested, gently tugging at the girls history.

The girl nodded, “ yeah um, mostly abusive bosses, they have it coming.” She growled with a huff, “ So if I do this, who do you want me to send you do and what piece?” She asked, and doc seems to consider it.

“ Oh, not that’s a hard one...want to discuss it over tea? I honestly do miss our little talks on your working days .” She said, and the girl froze for a second.

Sighing, she rolled her eyes.” Ok but you’re still dying, so sorry you’re only getting a blanket. I’m not trusting you with pockets.” She Muttered getting up and starting to undo the others’ restraints.

“Do you still drink chamomile?” Doc asks softly, and the girl unties an arm letting Doc twist and test her wrist.

She knew this place she’d been brought back to her old mortuary. It was, clean meaning someone was still using it. The bent pipe in the corner still had the old gross rust stains around the cheap ceiling tiles.

“Yes well sometimes but I do more ginger these days. Stomach issues wouldn’t you know. “ She said with a shrug and finished freeing Doc who slid off the table the girl was easily taller than her. Doc being about chest height.” Is there any here?” She asked, and the girl smirked.

“I’m an occasional visitor to the man who works here now; he keeps some for me .Same old kettle too.. don’t get any ideas he won’t be bothering us tonight. “ She said and thrusts a blanket into Docs hand . The redhead wraps it around her shoulders and pads ahead of the girl who makes sure she walks behind Doc.

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Doc found herself sitting quietly at the table as the other heated up the teakettle.” I shouldn’t be surprised by how good you always were at your work. I suppose you do it both professionally and an art,working with the dead. Cassandra?” She says calmly nibbling on a cookie at the table.

“ Oh right heh...um about Cassandra...yeah she didn’t make it to the interview. But I did make sure she didn’t suffer,” she says and laying out a couple cups as the kettle whistles.

“ Ahh I see well hopefully she’s aware you put some care behind her death.”

Doc said quietly and holds out her cup as the other filled it with water. Setting the kettle for later use on a potholder between them. Doc sighs sipping her tea.” Do I get a real name then? You already know Violet isn’t mine.” She said with a shrug and the girl snorted

“ I’d rather not, but yeah, you only had that alias what, two years? Whoever did your work hid your tracks well, though.” Cassandra said, and the redhead smiled, sipping her tea as it cools

“ Hmm yeah they call me Doc now. The aspects of my work has changed drastically. In ways I never expected.” Doc admitted tracing her finger around the edge of the cup and sighing.

“ Wait so you work with living people now? As a doctor?”she asked with a confused look.

“ Yes, in a sense, I still get my bodies, but things shifted when the mob ran me out of town. I’d doubt you’d understand. I never intended to return here I had no need. My group relies on my knowledge to...keep the less kind at bay. Hmm, my favorite night out, I broke a man’s arm... he cried! Doc snorted with a laugh, slapping the table.

The other sipped her tea and sighs.” Hmm wasn’t thinking that kind of thing could happen. That’s too bad really but I can’t really back out now. What would that make me?” The girl said, and Doc tilts her head.

“ Weak I suppose or disciplined ...you know the group im with,they wouldn’t judge you I don’t think...,” Doc says and her brows furrow and she shakes her head.

The girl chuckled.”Sounds “ Like you’re on a leash to me, Doc.” She muttered and moved to get up. Doc was reaching for a cookie, but as the girl shifted positions, grabbed the kettle handle instead and flung it at Cassandra, hitting her square in the chest. She screamed slapping at the steaming fabric and cussing.

Doc was already on her feet. Her chair clattered to the ground behind her. She was halfway out the door before Cassandra got to her feet. Throwing off the blanket, she didn’t give a damn if she was naked. She had a place to go, and this was her former home.

“ You fucking didn’t just throw a tea kettle at me, you conniving bitch!” She heard the other scream and smirks Her hand was running along the wall, searching for the spot between two portraits in the dim hallway .

“ Less chatter more chase dear!” She called as her fingers graze over the divet in the wallpaper. Doc dug her finger in and yanked, pulling a door free of the wall. A dark Shute showing an incline down was before her. She glanced back only once, seeing the girl gaining on her.

“No you don’t; get back here!” Cassandra snarled, running at Doc and managing to snag her ankle only to lose her grip, her hands still wet as Doc dove into the Shute and tumbled into the waiting darkness

A peel of laughter escapes Docs lips as she hears the other snarl a string of curses after her.

She closed her eyes, grunting as she landed on an old, dusty mattress. Huffing, she sighs a prayer of thanks.” Good, they didn’t find my hideaway. hitting concrete wouldn’t have been fun.” She muttered, slowly getting up. The room was pitch black, but when Doc clapped her hands. A green light winked on, filling the room with an eerie glow.

Sighing she looks around, spotting her old familiar tools. A chemistry set was spread across a table against the wall. Vials of fluids on shelves were on the opposite wall, and there was a shelf of human body parts stored in her own special fluids. They are probably still viable. Stretching, she moved to a locker on the wall. It takes a few moments as she snags an old t-shirt with a smiley face and tie-dye and then some jeans.

Violet had been very casual, and honestly, casual clothes were often best if blood was going to spray. Snagging a hair tie, she threw her mane of curled red hair back and tied it into a ponytail with a wince; she took good care of her hair that would bug her later. Pulling up the pants, she grunts as she pokes at some pudge sticking out the side.”..huh...theyv been feeding me better than I realized, may have to start running in the mornings.” She muttered and glanced up, hearing the sound of something crashing in the next room.” Where are you!” She hears in a very muffled sound of outrage.

Doc eyes the main door, but she wouldn’t use it. Thankfully, it was flush with the brick wall in the basement area. Her eyes move instead to a wooden-like hinged door on another wall and she carefully pulls it open. Doc stares through a two-way mirror with a latch on the side. It was a historical marker, the words carved across the surface.

She pulled away after seeing the other lean over a pair of shoes connected to someone lying on the ground around the corner.” Ah, there’s the owner.” She mutters and unrolled a leather case. Sighing, her fingers ran across her old tools, gently playing over the oiled, glinting metal. Today they’d be considered archaic, a relic of dark times..oh but how they were home for Doc.

She grabbed a syringe with a glass cylinder, pulling out it’s case. ,she breaths out humming softly as her fingers dig out some gold-plated needles. Carefully screwing it into place, Doc played with the flat end of the plunger. “ Ah, they just don’t make them the way they used to..”

She Yanked open several drawers and smirked as she hears movement close to the main door. “Doc...is that you, Hun? Making all that noise?”

Doc grabs a vial with a damaged lable, As she sticks the needle in and pulls back the plunger, she finally speaks.” Oh dear...you found my bunker it seems...but can you find your way in?” She calls smirking as the steps at the door to get a bit closer. She hears it shift some but glances as the locks on the top and bottom rattle.

“ You can’t stay in there forever, especially without food, and either way, I will get in. Just come out and we can discuss this.” She says Through the door and doc shakes her head.

“Im no coward, but I’m not gonna open that door, sweetheart.” She said with a chuckle and winced a bit as the door rattled.

“ I’ll be honest.” Doc called as she moved to the mirror, pulling free its locking bar carefully.

“You have me in a bit of a bind..there’s no food supply and the water would only prolong this.” She admits. Not totally a lie; at best, there was a stale bag of chips at the nearby desk.

“ Oh really...then open the door. It’s the weekend, and I changed the old man’s appointments around, and can do more. I have a good few days if I need them. “

Cassandra called, scraping the door with a blade of some sort.

Doc walked up to the door.

“ My, my seems I’m a bit stuck. I never did like being caged. Been in an asylum before ,not pleasant.” She said and flexed her fingers around the syringe in her hand.

“ If I unlock the door . Won’t you come in?” Doc chuckles with a soft crooning tone.

“ Oh, I’m not just gonna barge in. I’m not stupid. That room was well hidden for a reason.”

Doc felt a bit of pride for the girl bloom in her chest.” Smart, but you always were a pleasure to be around. Tell you what, I’ll open the door. What happens after is up in the air.”

There was an annoyed huff outside the door.” Alright...well, see then.” The other said calmly, and Doc readied herself. “Lock one..” she called, yanking up the bottom bar. She took a breath, standing straight to unlock the top. She was ready and sprinted as it came loose. She then carefully pulled open the fake plaque. Glancing as the girl pushed on the door gently.

Doc smirked. She had a gun. Clever girl was ready for funny business.” Alright, we’re are you?” Cassandra snarled under her breath, but didn’t enter, staying to the side of the door having shoved it open. She was eyeing the room from a good angle. She wasn’t ready when Doc tackled her from behind. Spearing her hips and causing the girl to hit the ground as the gun clattered across the floor.

Theirs a shriek of rage as Doc wrapped around her, trying to lock down an arm. A hand grabbed her by the hair, and she grunted as she pressed the needle into ten girls neck. she nearly got bucked off in protest but managed to shove down the plunger.

Cassandra bit down hard on Doc’s arm as she tried to pull back.”fuck! That’s just unclean!!” Doc managed rolling off her.

Cassandra scrambled to her feet, panting heavily as she dug into a sheath on her belt and pulled out a knife. She was shaking, “ What did you give me! Tell me now!”

Doc watched her carefully. “ You rarely fight people. I can tell how you hold yourself…”

The girl took a step forward and her knees quiver “ sah..you give..me” she said as the knife slipped from her fingers. She starts to pitch forward, but it works out as a slurred mumbling mess. Doc leaned in catching her and slowly lowers her to the ground. The girls body twitched and her eyes roll around frantically. As she goes completely limp.” Yeah, about my old knockout mix, tends to paralyze , I had a love for explaining my vision to others .”

She grunted, laying the girl out on her back. Then glancing up at the lights, she slowly turns the girl on her side so she isn’t looking up directly into it. She checked over some things and waved and object in her face. “This is your cellphone I’ll be borrowing it. The mix will knock you out in a few minutes so we have some time. “

Doc tucked the phone in her own pocket as she looked down at the other. The girl was drooling and staring straight ahead. Doc crouched down next to her.” Before you sleep I want you to know this. Your work really is lovely, truly art. I may not connect to others, but doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate what you gave the mundane folks here. Dressing and preparing the dead isn’t easy. She muttered as she grabs a pack of cigarettes from the girl’s pocket and lit one.

“You gave them back the people they knew so they could let go. I can’t imagine what your true work must be like. My praises in those days where real. When you wake we will speak again. , your clearly curious about me so we’ll have a nice chat before I give you a gift... Sleep well.” She mutters and hesitates, “ ah right. I’m going to close your eyes now. I don’t want them drying out.” She says gently closing the girls eyelids and getting up .She left Cassandra behind as she starts getting things prepped.

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Doc leaned with her back against a wall. She gazed carefully over the crowd from her darker spot. As promised, Lalia and Tage were close to one another. “Hmm, do I count Tage as one of the girls?” She wondered, watching the usually green man grind in a crowd of both women and men, and then rolled her eyes.” Yeah, well, just label incorrigible slut and move on.”

Bodies moved around the floor, and tonight had a live band playing. The redhead hadn’t been given much of a chance to scout the location first, or she would have refused to come. The crowd was large, and the multiple exits made Doc a bit uneasy.

So instead of being directly with her group, she had decided to sit where she could just watch the room. It may take time to get to them, but Doc could see everyone, and Lalia plus Yvette could take a little damage before going down. Lalia also had a type of radar for emotions. However, what that felt like in a larger crowd of people Doc couldn’t be certain.

Doc’s eyes skittered away from the others and lighted on the bar just a moment. She felt herself tense, her eyes fixing on a spot at a bar where a young woman with white hair and a rock and roll T with a mini skirt was sitting.

The redhead played with her own hair absently. Pipin had insisted on her doing damn pigtails to match. However, Doc had to admit the fluffed-up red hair with black ends matched her outfit pretty damn well.The The other woman’s pink eyes only held the circus doctor’s for a heartbeat before turning away towards something else.

she checked with a glance at the others again. They were fine dancing, laughing, and just enjoying the night. However as the woman tried to keep her focus on the group and the areas around them. Her mind kept going back to the woman at the bar.

Iv seen that face and I’m sure she was staring at me...” She thought restlessly, daring to glance back. She felt a strange relief to see the back of the other person. The stranger playing with her phone laid out on the black-and-white marble countertop.

Doc made her way through the crowd, stopping close to pipin. Smirking some as the girl threw back a shot and Tage hung all over her. He yelled over the crowd.” I love this band!!”

Doc snorted and ran a hand through her hair. She doubted the puppy dog like Arzu could even get drunk like a human. So she signaled Lalia for attention. The pink creature looked all too human. She wore a choker with a yellow gem hanging from it. Her hair tossed back as half blonde with one side of her head shaved. She could pass for a very attractive modern woman with her current illusion, as could Tage.

“ I need to go smoke for a few minutes. Can you watch them?” she asked calmly. The taller woman tilted her head and then smiled, nodding. “ Alright, i’ll let Yvette know. She has a good set of senses; she can smell fear.”

Doc slipped back through the crowd. Being on duty body guard was rough. But tonight wasn’t too terrible. She knew Yvette unlike most, wouldn’t hesitate to snap some bones if she needed to.

As she exited a door marked for a small, enclosed porch for smoking, Doc paused. She spotted the woman leaning against the wall close to the hallway. Only giving her a glance before continuing forward. “Erza? was that Erza Risewell?” She thought as her heart sped up and she tired to ignore the images of a pale and sickly woman’s face filling her mind.

“No it can’t be...she has to be a descendant. Without help,she wouldn’t have survived this long even with my actions.” Trying to calm her swirling thoughts, she found a corner on the fenced-in back area and lit a cigarette.

“violet is that you?”

Doc glanced up that persuana had been buried the night she had arrived at the circus, but before she could contemplate that thought.

Doc feels a sudden sharp pain in her side. Grunting, she pushed at a girl who was suddenly much to close, but already her vision was blurring around the edges when she wrenched free and pulled out her blade. She blinked, shaking her head, feeling her knees hit the ground before the dirt rushed up to meet her.

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{The lady of the black tent always did like to keep her cards close to her chest until she was ready to play them…}

Doc had sauntered into the black tent that made up whysteria’s office. Per usual, the woman was at her desk looking over paperwork. Though today alongside her sipping tea, another cup had been set out across from her. Doc didn’t bother sitting down; and snagged it off the desk and drank from it.

“So your havin a girls’ night? I received your notice. Why bring me to your office? You adding to the plans?” Doc asked calmly, aware that usually if she was invited, it was because more than one circus member was nervous and wanted to know someone wouldn’t hesitate to fight back if their was an issue.

“ Yes, well, no. Where going to a club called the Dragon’s Wing. Though iv never been to such a place, Pipin loves the sort of music associated with it. So a few others agreed to go out with her.” whysteria says not quite meeting Doc’s gaze.

The physician wasn’t offended. Whysteria was many things. Powerful, elegant, and gorgeous. However outside of her circus stage and the people she took under her wing. She was clearly nervous in crowds or around others. Where her other half Pipin was the life of the party, the kid had no enemies and all were potential friends. Something Doc had to get used to when the girl just wouldn’t leave her be.

“ Got it so you've got no experience. I don’t see if that’s an issue if Pipin already knows some of the culture.” Doc muttered as the other woman passed her a piece of paper. Doc looked it over and smirked. “You’re kidding a punk club? Pipin wears sweaters and matching skirts. Though her darker lace dress and layered ones are still a bit closer to the feel.

It shouldn’t matter though people wont give her too hard a time.” She mutters and whysteira sighs.

“When we go out, we try to look the part as best we can. Its unnerving being noticed anyway. I’ll see what we can look up and put together.” The other woman said taking a sup of her tea as Doc rolled her shoulders back and crossed her arms.

“Whose coming?”

Whysteria sits back and tents her fingers.” Well, it would be Lalia who has such experience, as well as Yvette, both who seem to wear the clothing type anyway.”

Doc snorted, “Yevette is going, that means Fifi will be on her tail. Lalia never goes anywhere without Tage unless she leaves alone for something. But group activities usually drag him to.”Doc says calmly, going over the list in her head.”Anyone else?”

Whysteria smiles a bit, leaning forward.” A new member, Cecil, will be coming. He’s a bit shy so I hadnt introduced you yet.” She admits, and Doc snorts.”Figures i want him in the medical tent after our meeting. No rouge elements if you want me to do my job right. I need to know the basics at least its already bad enough I don’t know what power set he has. Or what kind of reaction ill get if something goes wrong. we may be in the modern age, but iv seen a new-age hunter stalk one of the girls before.”Doc says calmly and whysteria nodded smiling at that.

“im well aware why do you think Roselite took such a liking to you after that night.

Doc sipped her tea .”either way if you don’t know your shit I want Pipin by my tent end of the day. Darker and rock themed clubs at least love after dark. its when the fun starts so i’tl give me time to get her ready. I lived the scene and many others for a while to gather ingredients for my work.

“ She says already turning away.” I expect her there in less than two hours! Ill be providing snacks were going to take a minute.” She said simply leaving a surprised looking whysteria behind as she almost exited the tent.

Doc paused in the doorway. “ Whysteria. Should I know about a society called The Order?” She said calmly still facing away from the other. However it was the sound of a spoon smacking the teacup whysteria had been drinking that told her all she needed to know.

“ I see youv been looking into things you likely would be best not to recently.” She says her voice cold at first then with a soft sigh.

“ I assume this has to do with Natalia’s visit the other day to your tent?” She asks sounding more tired than angry.

Doc turned to look at the other meeting her gaze without hesitation. Whysteria was pressing her fingers to her thread her eyes closed. Her brow was crinkled with an unspoken concern.

The redhead crossed her arms “ yeah , should have figured you’d still be keeping tabs on me. I can’t really blame you “ she mutters her foot scraping the ground. Why did she feel like a child being scolded “ but it’s part of that stupid contract you amended isn’t it? That I’m one of your enforcers. If I see a threat I act on it ..” she said firmly glaring at then other waiting for whysteria to meet her gaze.

The other woman actually smiled. Just a sight wisp of a thing. “ I suppose your right my old friend. How could I have guessed you would never jump to action when you thought we needed you.” She says with a chuckle.

Doc felt a heat in her face but tried to ignore it. She was just doing her damn job . Not to mention whoever those bastards were. Their mark was burned in her memory and yet she had forgotten it. Natalia had died in that same memory.

“ send Pipin to my place tonight tell her to bring snacks I’ll cover the rest. Though I know she can hear me i see that gleam in your eye.” Doc chuckled leaning in to look at the other woman as she saw a spark of her daily visitor in her otherwise calm demeanor. Turning on her heel Doc left the tent without another word.

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{ Later That Night}

Pipin sat and fidgeted as the redhead moved out of sight behind her. She could just manage to get a glimpse of Doc in the mirror. The younger woman’s dark hair was hanging limp and wet. Pipin squirmed a bit when her friend carefully parted her hair.

The raven-haired girl winced when she heard the rattling of a paint can.” That isn’t permanent, is it?” she practically whimpered, and felt her ears turn pink at Doc’s snort.

“ No, it’ll wash out in a couple of days. Natural black hair is a damn gift. I’m not gonna ruin it.” The circus doctor said a bit too calmly as she carefully teased up the other woman’s dark locks.

Pipin sighed inwardly. Doc was the one always their caretaker during ladies’ night. Pipin had been surprised when the other woman had directly called Pipin to her trailer. The circus doctor does not usually let anyone past the kitchen.

“ I know she will protect us. I even know she’s been out a lot, but for her to offer me fashion help? That wasn’t what I thought tonight would start out like.”

The redhead gives Pipins hair a very gentle tug.,” hey I was talking to you. Did you not hear me?” The woman asked with a soft chuckle.

“You agreed to go to a punk-style club with no experience or clothes. Lucky for you I got drafted to watch you lot so I’m coming anyway.”She muttered, spraying a nice solid line of sea green on the ends of pipin’s hair.

She then carefully wound the dark tresses into a couple pigtails. Pipin heard something scrape out of sight, before she felt the soft, cool press of leather across her throat. Doc’s fingers were chilly but gentle as older woman secured the closure. “I’m only lending ruby love for tonight. I want it back later.”

Pipin got a glimpse of a blue suede collar in the mirror. The performer has to bring her own. From what she could tell, the infamous circus doctor didn’t keep any in her home. There seemed to be a ruby that dangled against her pale skin. “This has to be fake, right?”

“ I know I see you in leather jackets sometimes. Do you wear collars a lot?” The other shrugged as she laid out a couple shirts, various pants and skirts on the bed.

“Depends on we’re I prowl. I stopped hitting the BDSM clubs a while back. Good communities watch each other’s backs. Though some serial killers can sneak in.” She said with a smirk as Doc tossed her own unruly ginger mane into a simple ponytail. Completing it with an olive tone velvet ribbon.

“ Luckily, collars are also popular in other aesthetics such as tonight’s venue.” The older woman muttered and laid out some stockings and then fishnets.” Hmm yeah fishnets, your pale skin tone is perfect for them…

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Subject: H-72

Status: Living in a provided environment.

Category: Harmless

Appearance: small humanoid creature of no larger than 6 inches. It has a mushroom like cap instead of hair, small wings similar in build to a dragon fly and three digit hands and feet. Its feet are known to double as a type of connective root system. It has small bead like black eyes and can easily hide among regular mushrooms of its cap type if it curls in on itself.

Habits: often harmless this creature is known to play pranks when it feels bored. However its current habitat of a coffee table filled with different plants seems to have calmed it. That or the constant flow of treats and offerings received from Ethan its known care giver. It spends a majority of its time hiding in the coffee table ti calls home. However on some nights it will leave this hide away behind and take flight outside to unknown locations.

Biology: The archivist is still determining what this creature is exactly. Yes it is of the class faerie however, it seems also it is possibly just one of many fruit bodies rather than a singular entity. Evidence suggests there is a larger mass similar to a Mycelium Network at play. Meaning what we observe is simply a small vestigial piece meant to gather information or perhaps nutrients for the main functioning mind of a larger entity. This investigation is still pending at this time.

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{ sometimes we find ourselves with little recourse but to investigate the past…I wish I had let sleeping Dogs lie}

The circus doc walked back and forth in front of one of the banged up trailers the troupe called home.” that mark no one else in my memory even me remembered Natalia having a mark seared into her back, But whysteria was clearly upset...before I come to conclusions I need some evidence or proof.” She muttered, looking down at the sticky note shed taken time to draw on. The image was simple enough: a sword and hatchet crossed over a half-moon.

Doc eventually tapped her knuckles on the frosted window of Ethan’s front door. There was a quiet clamor inside as she heard an uncertain, “Doc? Oh, un come in!” He called suddenly, sounding a bit too excited.

His voice was deep, and she couldn’t imagine how he’d made himself so easily understood, but she respected someone with an animal snout able to speak so well.

The woman clad in black jeans and a broken-heart T-shirt pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Immediately Doc’s feet sank into a gaudy pink shag carpeting. Taking a glance around the room was a stark contrast to the outside. The interior is very dim with beige curtains drawn over the windows of the small room.

Glancing around their was an old black-and-white TV. One she hadn’t seen in some time; it was even encased in wood paneling. The walls had shelves nailed up covered in various books or movies, and DVDs.

Her eyes are eventually drawn to the beast man she came to see. Ethan’s hulking grey figure fit just perfectly in an oversized armchair. Doc could swear most of the rooms decor could be traced back to someones Grandma.

Across from the glass coffee table, which was round and segmented inside, was another smaller chair. Clearly meant for smaller visitors. Doc flopped into the chair and got a better look at her fellow book enthusiast.

“H-hey Doc, what brings you here? Usually I just come to you,” he said, despite the deep rattle of his voice that slipped out between massive fangs. The redhead could tell he was very young. Probably not too many years into adulthood. Though the wolf man had never truly shared his age with her.

He scratched absently at his forearm, which,unlike most of his shaggy body, was covered in old scars. Even an ear had been torn and left ragged on his left side.

Smiling Doc grabbed a magazine off the coffee table and got a better look at the piece of furniture. Which had a terrarium in each of its segments. One of which was full of red-capped mushrooms. “ I came across your library. I’m looking for a particular crest or symbol, possibly a family one.” She muttered as movement caught her attention.

She blinked as one of the mushroom’s suddenly stood up revealing it was in fact a humanoid that had curled up with a cap as the top of it’s head.

“Hmm crests any idea of origin? I mean crests can be traced all over Europe in the old times . Not to mention other nations as well. “ He said absently scratching his chin some fur wafting down onto the floor. The scent like a wet dog was a bit overpowering this close to Ethan.

The human grunted and laid the magazine back down. “Well I have an inkling of the origin. I was once told your from a noble birth. That is why you are intelligent while in wolf form is that true?” She says calmly smirking when the wolf played with his hands clearly uncomfortable.

“ W-well yeah,but I was the runt. I really only got to have my first turn. Then something in the woods made me sick and I got stuck .” He muttered motioning to himself as his ears splayed and he didn’t meet her eyes.

“ Damn that was to direct I forget sometimes he’s still young. “ She thinks

Hey why don’t you get us some snacks? You’re always bringing by either a damn book or those casseroles you seem obsessed with. You haven’t been by in a week. Am I wrong to suspect you have one in your fridge for this week?” She asked calmly, smiling inwardly when she heard the loud thumping of the beast’s tail as he leaned forward.

“ Yes! Oh yeah this week is broccoli cheese!” He said, suddenly getting up with an unsettling grace and speed, moving quickly to the little attached kitchen. Doc watched patiently through the gap that exposed the counter space separating the rooms.

“ I’ll heat it up right away! While it’s cooking, we can check out my collection. You said you might know a region I can try, right?” He asked, and doc sighed, staring at the little nymph in the coffee table.

“ Yes I think the original is likely a hunter clan. Seeing as the crest was used during a young witch’s death...” Doc said calmly hearing sudden silence from the other room. She heard the shuddering sigh.

“ Hmm then I guess I’ll have to dig into the family tomes. Don’t worry doc we’ll figure this out. It definitely sounds important...”

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{ My dreams the night of my treatment were haunted and didn’t return to me for a few days. However they reminded me of the night my mistakes where made clear...twice over...}

( England countryside 1853)

Thorton had to learn how to survive in his new body. So Penelope Clearwater stood outside the gates of a well known manner.

Her credentials were well ironed out and she has a small set of bags with her. A couple servants met her at the gate and it isn’t long until she’s brought inside.

The man of the house waited happy to take her hand. “Oh it’s good to see you ,the company we hire through has you highly recommend. The man was practically singing your praises.You may call me Erza Murcrat or Mr. Murcrat as expected”

He says with a smile as the clean visage of Penelope smiled some herself remembering that particular letter.

“ You will write what I say and stamp it or else.” She had said with a knife to a man’s throat. She wanted it as authentic as she could get it from the office. He’d been basically crying as he did her request and sent out the recommendation.

Smiling at the memory and that particular man’s disappearance not to long after she tipped her head respectfully before quickly correcting herself with a curtsy. “I look forward to working with your children. I was told your family is very well known sir. Sadly I don’t know to much on that first hand due to I’m just only settling in recently. “ she collected her things letting someone else help her find her room.

The maids were fussy chattering like twittering birds as The stranger in a woman’s skin walked behind them. She smiled when they turned to glance at her but otherwise her face was almost stony and unfeeling when unobserved.

The maids finally stopped outside a room alongside the childrens and on the same floor as them and their mother.
“My lady.”

One said simply and held the door open for Penelope before gingerly closing it behind her when they were dismissed.

She settled in setting down her bags and then pausing to stare at the floor length mirror at the end of the room. It was always the same face staring back all these years. Though things had changed the man within had learned much in his passing time. Including proper care of his-her body to blend in better. However some things had changed such as gray in the hair and some small wrinkles and spots showing she was steadily aging trapped within the body of another...

Shuddering she took a breath and looked toward the door, hearing children’s laughter as they pass. She has taken much time studying this family and this place. A sickly mother, a father who once explored the world gathering knowledge and artifacts, now retired more or less with a fortune to his name..he was perfect...

It took time to settle in and the woman would find herself often tired out by the children but there questions and wish to learn was refreshing and painful in some ways . A reminder of one lost not so long ago, but from time to time she took a peek in on the mother’s condition. She was responsive but very weak often barely able to speak and often grateful for company. Especially for a book reading which Penelope didn’t mind..it allows them to study her condition without too much suspicion turned towards her.

But finally the day comes and they make their way to the man’s office . She went by Penelope it’s true but it just felt like s dead name, not true ,a lie. Thorton was the same but they worked as place holders for now.

She entered his office and he’s working on letters out of the house again. He was always busy in his so called retirement the children pined for him often it was rather off putting, but things wouldn’t be that way for long.

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An argument started shortly into the conversation in the head of the house’s study”your not very caring to your children you know, you don’t see your wife and worse iv seen the way you stare at me “she said with venom as the stout and tall man tried to deny such slander.

“lies ! I have to keep my family afloat and you are ..you are not worth my time.

He managed as she moved in close over the desk . He hardly had a chance to react when a needle pricked the skin of his wrist. It hurt like hell and he screamed. He came round the desk so quickly pushing Penelope’s body against the nearby wall his hands where strong, the woman couldn’t breathe as they closed around her throat.

“ My eyes may stray but I would never betray that woman! Now what did you do to me your treacherous snake of a woman!”

Penelope kicked him hard between the leg’s causing him to let go as he stumbled back and lands on his desk throwing paper and books into the floor as his quill ink spilled across the carpet below. The medicine had finally hit his system.

The man in Penelope’s guise was breathing heavily staring down at him . Her heartbeat raced in her ears. It seemed times like this was the only way she truly felt much these days.Sighing she pops open a panel on the wall pulling out the helmets to her device.She had hidden them a few weeks prior during the family outing. Playing sick had gotten her plenty of time within the house alone to set up whatever she needed.

“Do you even have any idea what it’s like to be a woman in our society? It’s intolerable ! By gods how we are looked upon!” She said and kicks him again for good measure.

Sighing she rubbed her throat seeing herself reflected in the glass of a clock on the shelf. “Penelope I will be happy to be rid of you...this man’s money and reach will do our research well.”

She mumbled to herself and taking time to secure the helmet to the man and then herself. She didn’t bother to get naked this time and had worked on the machine and a few other things tirelessly for some while now.

Taking a breath she sets it up and waits. As the man begins to rouse she throws the switch. It worked like it had the first time. = waking up in a new younger body took a few moments of adjustment. Eventually she now a he Gets up he goes to a display on the wall and walks over to his former body .”I’ll bury you in the forest on the property Penelope.I know it would make you happy to be with the animals.”

he says simply and cuts off the bodies head making sure the man couldn’t wake up from it though it becomes ash as the sword makes contact and he curses. “I will perhaps miss you in some way, but I prefer you don’t haunt me daily old companion.” He said pausing something feeling off.

Gasping, he grabbed the desk, coughing and shuddering as his body was wracked with a sudden pain. He was breathing heavy “ Th-this didn’t happen last time? He gasps as his voice goes up a couple octivs.”No...” He says softly and reaches up his smoothed back dark hair falls out in clumps in his hands and wisps of red come through growing down his shoulders as his larger frame shrinks down with the popping of bones and his cries of rage and pain. “nooo! Don’t do this to me, Penelope! I was finally rid of you! Don’t you want to be free too?”

The he now a she screams as she threw everything left off the desk in rage and gripped the sides of her head cursing and eventually sat in the chair nearby.

She was in men’s clothes, ill-fitting ones, when theirs a knock at the door and she looked up. She didn’t look like she did before; the wrinkles were gone, as were the gray streaks though she didn’t notice yet .

“Daddy! Mommy won’t tell us a story!” A child calls and the other sighs .

“ Nanny will come check dear ...go to bed now.” She called gently,there’s a shuffling of feet as she gets up and begins tying back her hair once more. The woman had a sense of what was going on and so grabbed a leather bag she’d rested by the desk. Eventually she found her way to the lady of the house, or what’s left. Entering the room the woman is clearly gone though thankfully it seemed rather recently as the intruder examined her.

“ Are you gonna be a doctor for mommy?” A child asks, and the woman paused, smiling some. “yes I think I owe her a try...now what did I say about sleep? I must work in private you don’t want me making a mistake do you? “ She said in a tone the children knew often meant they had to flee or get in trouble. As they ran off, she closed the room’s doors and locked them. She turned off the room’s clocks, stopping them at time of death out of respect before waking up to the bed and laying out her kit. Slowly she pulled out a syringe of glowing pink fluid.”I’m afraid I must flee tonight dear but, maybe you can look after your own when i go. If it doesn’t work, not really a loss, though I did enjoy your choice of book.” She said simply and began her work.

Mother?

Mother?

{The Medical Tent present day}

“Mother...”

Doc glanced up from her work, blinking as she took in the presence of her child. She glanced down as she resumed pushing her hands underneath an organ shed been chasing in the body laid out on the table in front of her. She shook her head chasing away the memories of the past. A small thread of red hair brushed across her forehead and reminded her just why she was always trying to work on that damn formula. Thankfully, the rest of her wild mane of hair was pulled back with a velvet green ribbon.

The young woman in the pinks maid dress stepped into the medical tent. She was just as Doc remembered her, with black arm stockings and long hair that made her look almost doll-like.

“ Good morning mother how have you been?” She asksed softly staying close to the entrance as doc paused. The woman was up to her elbows in a dead man’s chest cavity. She resumed her work as the others heard muffled snipping sounds.

“ I’m as well as I can be. How have you been? It’s been a while; I miss having you as my second man. Does the old man suit your tastes better?” Her voice has an edge to it as she grunted and pulled the man’s heart out of his chest.

“Mr. Occonal is very kind to me and I enjoy serving tea and working in his attraction. Do you hate me for that?” she asked, moving closer, only a few feet away from Doc as she clasped her hands in front of herself.

Doc sighs, smiling despite the fact her hopes of Natalia returning to her side had been dashed. She gently places the heart in a jar of green fluid and sets it aside before returning to what she had been doing.

“No, I won’t lie. I am disappointed. You and I work very well together. However, I can’t hold that against you. I mean, I only got to have you for a year, but you grew as a person and left the nest. I respect that.”

The girl smiles and reaches up to rub at a scar hidden beneath a black ribbon around her throat. The death wound her creator had tended to before Natalia had woken for the first time.

“I wanted to check on you, mother, and ask if you could. Could you maybe tell me about who I was before all this?” her voice cracked a little. She wasn’t unhappy, really, but Natalia wondered often who she had once been.

The circus doctor was snipping something else free inside the corpse on the table.” I can’t tell you , you died before you could tell anyone much of anything. “ She sighs and pulled out something else, giving it a couple of injections and then putting it away similar to the heart.

Natalia sighed and grips at her dress her Creator gives her a glance and her brow furrows.” When you came to whysteria you asked for help. You were dressed in black clothing with arm warmers. You even had two. Typical goth makeup and piercings, you only got to warn her someone was chasing you then..” the woman turns her back to the girl

“ You fell before she could do much. When I examined you, it looked like you’d been strangled to death. “ You even had a crashed windpipe which I restored.” Doc says standing for a moment and with a sigh removing her hands from her project on the table and yanking off her gloves.

“Let’s sit and have something to eat.” She offers motioning to a table in the corner Doc would use on long days for her lunch breaks.

“ So no one even knows where I came from?” Natalia says clearly disappointed and sits across from the other. As the other plops down across from her, Natalia smiles a little.” You’re still in your work apron; Mom was about to eat. I may not get sick, but you do.” She says teasingly and smirks when the older woman gets up in a huff and sheds the butchers apron she’d been wearing.

Sitting back down, Doc snags a pastry and takes a bite, sighing. “Whysteria wasn’t able to use magic and my formula at the time sadly didn’t revive you with total memory. In fact, like a few of my subjects, you awake with a mind similar to a fast-learning infant. We waited but ,who you once were never woke.”

Doc says and glances away a moment when she meets the girl’s eyes it was clear Natalia was a bit upset. “Damn it I did my best, but they always leave me. I can’t give you more truly I can’t..”

Natalia glances up as a smaller hand reaches across the table and gently grips hers. Doc’s hetaracromic eyes met the others pale pink. “I may not be your mother biologically or even know your past. However, most people here, including myself, will support you as you need it. I don’t get to go off contract often, being an innocent as you were. You have my original work meaning again. “She lets go and returns to her food ass Natalia sighs.

“Your work’s not my style. Thanks though for not pitching a bigger fit when I wanted to figure myself out.”

The redhead snorted, popping a mini-muffin into her mouth. She tapped her fingers on her table surface. “I was upset, I’ll admit, but I’m finally beginning to understand. Whatever you do leave builds you into people you are meant to be. One shouldn’t expect an adult to live with them against their will. “ A noisy pop.and fizzle can be heard across from Natalia a doc sips a lemon-lime soda.

Natalia takes a bite of a cookie. It was sweet but muted..she wondered when she was first alive if things tasted more vibrant or she had needed sleep; she found herself often watching others around her who needed rest. “They always seem so vulnerable, the sleepers, even mom.. though she did catch me the first few times sneaking into her bedroom to watch. It’s scary how reactive she is to her need to survive.”

“ Hmm you know Natalia I have been working on something. I can’t tell you who you were,but maybe I can give you something…” Doc mumbled as she laced her fingers together in deep thought for a moment.

Doc yanks back a curtain; she leads the others to a side of the tent after their snacks.”Hm. I haven’t used it in a few months, but it should still be worth a try “ she misses as she uncovers a machine that has several old components the main body being an old computer shell covered in lights and dials.

“ What is this you didn’t. Really tell me what you had in mind?” The girl says, peering at several.cable’s leading to an old CRT TV and a few other things including an old tape cartridge reader. Doc sat on a chair and sighed around loading one marked for music.

“ I can override these old cartridges with readings. See, I began copying my memory some time ago and viewing it. I wanted to see the difference between my old journals from that time and my current recall. It’s very interesting; sometimes a memory can be nearly perfect or even completely exaggerated compared to how you felt at the time.” She says, smiling, some as she grabbed a helmet. It was almost like a swim cap she yanked over her head .

“ Wait, so..you can record your memory and even show it to others?” Natalia asks gripping docs shoulder from behind as the other turned dials and flicked switches.

“ Yes of fact I came around to the commotion just before you collapsed. I can’t tell you who you were, but I can show you that person’s last moments from my perspective.”

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( so I’ll be adding the scp file next for somone in this chapter,. I ran out of prepared ones lol. Anyway a question for you guys. What do you think of Docs machines? this one in particular. If you could view memories especially good ones would you? and i wonder if this thing could be used to solve crimes in the real world honestly.)

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Doc slowly limped towards the entrance of the tent stumbling some in a near drunken haze. The treatments always did that to her as the body recovered.

Doc thought she’d gone unnoticed when she went to the medical tent until literally walking Into something warm and soft in the darkness.

“Ooph..”

The woman blushed realizing she was face at chest height with whoever it was and they had let out a rather soft feminine grunt themselves.

“ Physician are you well?” Came a soft but deep feminine voice.

If Doc hadn’t know better the creatures nature behind it as solid gold eyes peered down at her in the darkness. She would have said it was the most beautiful voice Imaginable.

“ Fuckk..why are you in my tent. Please leave.” She grumbles feeling a lick of ice down her spine. Normally it took a lot to imagine fear. Half the time Doc barely felt fear, often she didn’t get more than the tinesist tickle and and that was usually the thrill of a challenge or chase.

“ I followed from my tent ,your heart beat painfully and you looked to be in Distress dear physician.” The demon Woman said the image of her soft pink skin flashing in the back of docs mind as she backed up a couple steps realizing what this creature could share with a touch if she wanted to.

The visuals alone hadn’t been docs own mind but Lalia showing her even in Darkness who Doc was speaking with. Human eyes were so pitiful and unrefined after all.

The circus doc shuddered as the non human thought had emerged int her own mind and she shook her head.

“ Look demon ,That mate of yours may have the mental profiling of a golden retriever, but that’s not you. Your a succubus and iv seen you play the long game ,iv seen you play chess with your toys and enemies . I know your more than your ye old speak shows you. what do you want.” She snarled feeling and undercurrent of something unpleasant curl in her stomach.

Normally she’d grab for a knife or similar. It was true Lalia barely left her tent unless parties were in play and even then doc didn’t trust this creature. Anything that could steal the power of the mind was a disturbing reality.

The other let out a soft sigh stalking close as Doc stumbled backwards.

“You were on the ground speaking to things unseen...I felt worry. Yes if I wanted I could take your mind,make you wish to scream your deepest desires or simply see them ,taste them,but I am not devil. I am called an Arzu. I am not even if your world.” The tall pink creature said and stepped closer.

Doc stumbled backwards Into a table and hissed yanking her hand away with the sting of a blade. ”damn scalpel”

The Demoness moved so quickly Doc didn’t get a chance to pull away.

A strong yet dainty hand snagged her wrist and brought her wounded palm up to the others face. She could feel the woman’s hot breath on her wound and shuddered as the other leaned in close, her tongue gently rasping across the cut.

Doc gasped yanking her hand free glad lalia had let her go. She could feel an itchy prickle along the skin of the palm and the pain was soon gone. Shivering she suddenly felt the world tilt.

“ I knew it..”

The human mumbled her voice barely catching it was almos .like she was half their as she hears the chuckle.

“...I see even with your lover your deny your own needs. No wonder my fluids affect you so strongly. I only meant to close the wound and sooth pain. I am Arzu not earth demon as you say...”

Doc growled at her but realized she doesn’t really feel angry anymore.’ yeah..fuck y-yoi-I hay mind games.” The woman grumbles her tongue feeling heavy and hard to navigate.

The Arzu sighed and suddenly hands snagged Doc by the front of her shirt and she’s lifted off her feet by the larger woman. Before Doc can really protest shes cradled against her in a very intimate bridal carry.

“ Hey nooo” The woman wined if her mind had her working better she’d be more mortified as she pushed against the other actually pausingstore stare at her hand and blush deeply when’s he realized lalia was out of costume and walking around after dark in the nude.

“ I’m taking you home physician and I will seek pipin to watch you sense I am so evil. You are not in your wits tonight.”

The other says with a chuckle carrying doc away from the medical tent and into the darkness.

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Doc Rubbed her temples as she stared down at her own kitchen table. Or well the leaflet that could be pulled up in the old motor home style trailer she was living in.

The creature had brought her home but now was faced away using a skillet in her own kitchen to cook sausages and whatever else he could find of use in the food pantry.

She couldn’t remember much before they’d gotten into the door and shed been propped up in the booth style seat with a cup of water set down in front of her.

” What are you doing? I’d figure we’d be in the bedroom or on a couch by now..”

“ I like to cook, besides doing what you don’t expect of me is more entertaining. You bristle so much when you are afraid ...”

Doc about to snarl a response “ I am n-)” paused and glared in annoyance at he other woman before laying her head down with a soft groan.

“ I used to cook with my human mate,she loved pastries the most. We’re Tage and I are from it is illegal to marry a human by their laws. I hope things changed once we left.” She said with a huff dropping some veggies into the pan.

“ Why are you saying this? You fuck and eat the energy and iv heard the stories and seen people on their knees clinging to you..”

Lalia chuckled at that.” You write scripture ..er wrong word you write journals of the circus world do you not? Wouldn’t these words and our past add to them?” She said with a knowing smirk and begins to humm softly.

Doc shivers blushed as she feels it echo in her very bones...god that voice was beautiful.

‘’ you are very. Racist and profile a lot when you distrust someone...I expected better from you physician.”

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Doc awakens to a thick heat enveloping her. “ When did I get to bed ...Tabatha?”

She grumbled stretching as she brushed against another body nearby.The size felt off and glancing back she realized it was most defiantly not Tabatha.

The woman blinked as she stared at a naked snoozing Lalia cuddled up to her. But it was the weight on her feet that gained the most attention as she spotted Tage snoring loudly draped sideways across her feet and part of him hanging off the bed...

“ How the fuck did he get in here ..when did he get in here !! And why are you here still?”

A Very drowsy sounding Lalia Responded with a soft “huh?’’

Lifted her head and looked at doc then plopped back down with sigh.” He always sleeps were I do...and you wouldn’t let me leave I don’t like when others cry”

Lali then closed her eyes with a soft smile as she fell back to sleep cuddled against the woman who was staring at her.

Doc glanced around the room and then eventually the ceiling as she contemplated just what the other had said and what she would do now...

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{The last night the circus was truly at peace. I will remember it fondly forevermore.

As the ghosts danced and dispersed among the crowed another joined Doc. A woman with fire red hair like her own done up in elegant ringlets. She wore a dress as green and deadly as the day it was made. The vampire offered her hand upturned. With a small smile that flashed her dainty fangs, Doc half bowed to the other woman and took her hand just as the words left the undead woman’s black-stained lips.

 “May i have this dance, dearest doctor?”

 Doc takes her hand and is suddenly tugged closer to Roselite who chuckled, as they began to dance among the dead together.

“I see you remember your manners, Doc...”

” Yes, well, I may not have remained frozen in the 1800s like you, my dear, but I remember the etiquette. I, however, was forced to adapt or die as time moved forward “Doc admits and grunted as the vampire draws her unexpectedly close.

“Yes, well, sleeping for a good time to hide will do that, my sweet. I do hope you’ll visit me again sometime, she said, leaning in to kiss the human redhead’s cheek. “I was a little surprised when you found a lover so quickly after our little encounter. But iv seen how you relax around her. Well done, my friend,” she murmured. The Victorian woman pulled back slightly and sighed as she spoke one more time.

“Though do come by anytime. I thoroughly enjoyed our little feeding session…” the Vampire said with a smirk, trailing her fingers across Doc’s shoulder before she pulled away. She quickly vanished among the many ghosts that surrounded the group.

Doc gripped her left arm as she scanned the crowd, making sure everyone was a bit to busy to notice as she slipped back between some old tents.

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Doc stumbled into her tent She had already begun  to see double and feel shooting pain down her left arm.

“ Again...it’s happening more frequently,” she grumbled and shakily yanks a vial off a necklace she kept tucked away under her shirt. She sipped a green fluid smacking her lips as the thick goo coated her tongue, leaving behind a flavor like bitter oranges.

“Should I tell them? Could a magic user even fix this horrid mess of made of myself?” She wondered as she pushed into the medical tent. Sighing Doc wondered to the last a shelf covered In tools and jars of variant sizes.

  She clutched at her arm gasping as a fire like lick of pain shoots down it. “Fuck!”

Doc gripped  the edge of her desk, breathing in and out slowly. Steadily the pain turned into a dull ache she could manage.

“ Was it the body? Iv only had it five years? “ The redhead yanked back a curtain, stumbling into place on a red X painted on the ground. Shakily she reached out black-nailed fingers, turning a couple of dials. Old CSR screens come to life, showing different readings, all slowly dialing towards green.

Doc grunted breathing out heavily as she doubles over.” I waited to long fuck...should have done this when I got double vision three damn days ago.I thought,I thought I was stable, damn it...” She grit her teeth and dug her fingernails into the old woven carpet under her. Shivering Doc doesn’t move when a high-pitched warning crackle started above her. The woman’s body jerked as blue electricity slammed into her. She hit the ground hard, the world a strange haze with a blue ting around the edges.

Shuddering, she whimpered and turned over onto her back. Doc gasped for air, feeling the pain slowly fall away, the world replaced with a swimming, fuzzy warmth. “ Oh...that’s...nice, “ she mumbled softly and her eyes start to drift closed.

“ ...oh Thorton....”   a soft familiar voice whispered above the sick figure on the floor. Docs eyes flutter open and see a  familiar visage bent over her. shakily she reached out.”... Penelope....is it over?” Doc asked softly tears streaking down her cheeks as her fingers reached out but touched nothing.

Doc’s eyes slowly refocused and nothing was there... she let out a choked sound and turned on her side.” Of course not...how foolish of me. This mind must have. Psychosis... I’ll — no, I can’t find another body It unravels more quickly than this one. I’ll just figure this out ... immortality isn’t so easily found after all..” she grumbled, laying there on her side, fingers digging into the carpet playing with random strands on it as her eyes slipped closed and she just lets herself fall asleep.

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( somewhere across the U.S )

A set of old computer monitors began to scrolls as paper rolled from a nearby machine. “ We go the reading again lady Erza!” A voice says in the dark as a woman with white hair leans in to look over the printing document.

 “whats the timeline?”

 She said calmly, slowly pulling out a cigarette to light it as the man at the machine spoke up.

 Three months originally after a six-month silence. This time it’s been a month sense the last energy spike to match your specifications.”

There was a low chuckle in the darkness that filled that room. “ hmm SO someone need a patch and their getting worse. I wonder if our little cockroach actually did take damage when i set her little town against her.” The other muttered as she checked the screen.

 “have them pack the gear...I don’t want a raid just yet lets watch for a bit first and play around some. I love a good game.”

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{I always feel grateful looking back, to know that I didn’t wake alone that night, that others were willing to see my weakness. When I chose to hide it}

Doc sat up slowly, groaning loudly. Her head swam, something almost like static clouded her thoughts before it faded. Voices, laughter, music and the crackle of fire faded back in, replacing it.

She opened her eyes and was greeted by an impossible field. It was located within the circus. Which made no sense, considering the circus looked like a simple collection of tents from the outside. A bonfire burned high, the crackle joined with dancing flame with notes of blue and green. Some people where gathered around it, some danced a few, witches probably ran around naked and laughed.

The exhausted redhead slowly shifted her weight; where a leg had fallen asleep. She slapped it twice, trying to wake the flesh back up. Her brown trousers were covered in grass stains from her time on the ground. She felt a sturdy, warm presence behind her, and it took a couple seconds to realize what it was.

As a hand reached back and connected with warm fur, her brow furrowed. It wasn’t until she heard a very familiar snore, Doc recognized it must be Ethan. “How did I end up passed out against the local werewolf?” Must’ve had too much to drink.”

she gave his furry side a rough scrub. Monstrous or not, Ethan had soft fur that often smelled of dog, or on a good day, lavender, suggesting he did bathe when he could. For someone so large, any human-sized accommodation was hard to work with.

She chuckled, leaning forward, trying not to focus on the dream still haunting her thoughts. “How many times have you fallen asleep on my bed while I worked at home, Ethan? I’m sure you’re going to be disappointed if you miss the festivities...”

One of the very few humans in the circus rested her chin on her knees as she tucked them up against herself. Doc looked around and beyond the fire. Beasts and beings of all shapes and sizes filled the field. Tables were set up with decorations like cloths that shine as if made of the night sky.

Each was decorated with labeled food and drink, some for particular species. Chef, the local cook, seemed to have some kind of magic to produce most food regularly, though Doc had seen dishes also from the cast members and residents laid out as well. Some had even been marked with cards and symbols for unusual effects such as euphoria.

She spotted a naked pink woman who had many traits one would consider demonic, including horns and a tail.

“Lalia and that means Tage is around too. I should figure a much they never miss a party.” Doc felt herself shudder. Being alone with those two was something she’d rather not experience. She wasn’t sure how many had come and gone from the trapeze tent over the years.

One thing she knew few circus folk could affect the mind with their will. The twin demon lovers being one of those in the small pool.

A green-skinned male was actually sitting on the table talking with her..Lalias mate, Tage. These two beings of lust Doc would prefer to avoid. So she felt immensely relieved when the demoness departed. Tage was easy enough to chase off the other though...

She seemed not easily shaken by anything,while some choice words would send the green male running with his tail tucked between his legs.

It’s so strange to think I as a human. Ended up here treating things unthinkable. Oh, Penelope, how you would have loved this place...

Doc played with her suspenders a moment, making sure to tuck her pink workman’s shirt into her brown trousers.

She got up with a tired sigh and ran a hand through her hair as she spotted the two circus leaders making their way through the crowd. Rabbit people, Elma, and even a charcoal skinned goth looking girl part ways to allow Whysteria and her husband, the ring master step through the crowd. “Wow, I know they love Samhain, but don’t they make a pair?”

Whysteria looked elegant, her raven hair combed out into flowing locks with blue jewels woven into it. She wore a black lace dress that clung to her. A sheer panel of see-through fabric exposed her arms and above her breasts several swirling roses and flowers had been embroidered to accent these spots. Though the most impressive thing was a cloak layered in black iridescent feathers that trailed behind her.

Lucien walked just to her side, his salt and pepper hair slicked back tonight and his beard carefully trimmed. He sported a suit with a red undershirt and a bow tie. His black-accented tailcoat bore swirling symbols of embroidered gold that looked almost like floral patterns, and Doc had no guesses that Whysteria had done the needlework on both costumes herself by hand.

Lucien pushed a tall object on some kind of cart ahead of him. It was wrapped in a white cloth, but the basic shape was tall and rectangular. Doc had walked up to join the gathering crowd.

“ Oh! Lucien hasn’t brought this out of his collection in years! Tonight’s going to be a spectacle.” Someone said nearby in breathless excitement.

The statuesque ringleader stepped back from the object and threw his arms into a welcoming gesture. “Well,well, well, shouldn’t you lot be performing tonight?”

He called out, throwing his hand up to his ear as the crowd booed and made several no gestures. His wife hid her laughter behind her hand as he spoke.

Lucian chuckled and grabbed the front of his jacket. “ No, tonight is a night for grand celebration! I say food and drink aren’t enough! The music, though good, isn’t enough! “ He called, his voice reaching even the furthest people at the back of the crowd.

“ So let’s have a dance to remember this night, my friends. “ He says and reached out to take Whysterias hand. He gently kissed the top of it. Then together they take a handful of the cover on the object and pull it free.

The crowd gasped as a guillotine was exposed to the night air. Its glistening blade is clearly oiled and well-cared for. However, it was obvious this was no ordinary object.

As the moon slipped from behind the clouds, the blade glinted and glowed. From nearby, there was a sharp note from a violin as the live band picked up their music into a strange rendering of the waltz .

The blade pulsed a deep blue with a black flowing outline like tainted water. Then orbs of light appeared all around. Some were blue, others red or yellow.

Doc was captivated by the sight as the words, “La Veuve” slipped past her lips.

As the music took a sharp upturn, the orbs suddenly bloomed into people. Or well, mostly headless people in old clothes of a higher class.

By the look of the breeches,petticoats and different embroidery. Doc clocked the formal wear to around sometime possibly during the French Revolution.

The headless specters were full color, but translucent, and as the music switched to a new song, the apparitions began to pair up and dance. Some even approached members of the crowd and offered a ghostly hand to join them.

( hey guys how are you? im slowly trying to do better. we found one of the sources of what was making me so sick so hopefully recovery at last will be over the next few weeks. Ill update you soon but here we are finally with a circus post past my orginal forum i left behind for a good while.

Below is art by a friend I cant remember there name but I commissioned it some time ago. Of Lalia and Tage My Arzu couple ( not demons exaclty but def succubus incubus feel :P I Hope i can do art like this one day or commission more when I cant once money starts coming in again.


( The wings are smaller cause of cost but they’d be actually much larger. This is to show heir wing types :P )

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Moldibites 2.0

Docs journal

Entry -2.00 

Mistakes were made…so many mistakes.

First and foremost, I found myself curious about the state of a particular creature that was entering my home. 

It started when I began asking questions of my neighbors. I tracked down that several who ate more regular diets were missing small amounts or had unaccounted-for purchases. 

Such as one doughnut and Cypris insisting his rather disgusting rotting last pizza slice went missing. He had blamed his dog and as a revenant already prefers decayed food.

Using his home as a base of operations, the old cowboy stayed out of my way for the night.

We left out several pieces of…. I shudder to used to word food. Regardless of the small pile, it remained inert. However, by around 11 am, a piece of pizza with spider legs and covered with blue fungal growths crawled out from under his couch and began gathering ingredients.

Soon it produced a small, strange dance, shaking blue pollen or spores over the decayed food, which quickly began growing its own mushrooms and reanimating. 

Two blocks of cheese, a slice of toast and three grapes, one of which plumped up when it was shriveled before and dripped blue fluid, fled his apartment after my presence was discovered.

I managed to track them across circus grounds, under several houses, before losing them.

 It is now three days sense the initial observation…. I’m being stalked…

I found a blue fungal growth in my cabinet last night and quickly placed it in a jar for observation. 

I’m hearing skittering at night, several of my favorite foods have gone missing, and I swear I see things at the local commissary when I go to pick up lunch during work hours.   

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Doc glances up from her journal at the sound of a jar shattering in her kitchen “... shit…”

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hey guys this ones a fun aside for a friend of mine who loved moldebites part one. So when i asked for input for another Docs journal lol i got her favorite creature and brought it back.)

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{ I wonder what it would have been if I had taken the lighter path. However, I have no regrets…}

From outside the bottom floor the apartment’s only window stood two fractured pieces of a whole person. Thorton now properly dressed with vest and jacket was propped against the window frame. Doc leaned in with her arms crossed, watching the last events of that day unfold before them, as their old self in Penelope’s skin curled up on the bed with Penelope’s work journal.

“So that’s it ?” Doc asked softly, tilting her head up to peer at Thorton, who nodded Without another word, he dissolved into a thick blue light and faded away completely, a few flecks of him tangling into Doc’s hair and causing it to catch like a wind as he vanished.

Doc stood in silence and glanced around. The back area wasn’t all that impressive, a patch of stone and grass fenced in, connecting various complexes with only a fence separating them. “If it’s over, why am I still here? I’m pretty sure I passed out at a damn party before all this bullshit.”

She breathed out through her nose, the feeling a calming distraction, which is swiftly interrupted by clapping. The woman’s head snapped up, and she glanced around as the clapping suddenly evolved into an applause of a phantom audience.

“Well done! An excellent show! I cried, I laughed, I shuddered in disgust!”

It took the dreamer a moment to spot the cause of the commotion. The realistic backyard had shifted. Stones had begun to float in the air from the walkway. The trees had warped, and were now filled with decorations and shiny objects. It was the stranger standing in the center of the stone path though that dominated Docs attention. Or should she say creature because this thing was most definitely not human.

It looked like a woman with long black hair that reached far past its shoulders. The thing was clad in a classic magicians stage costume altered for the female form. Including shorts instead of pants with tails on the coat.

Doc could feel her heart pounding in her chest and a ringing in her ears as the creature smiled, showing off a mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth. Its face was gorgeous if it wasn’t for those damn teeth. She bowed before Doc and tipped the top-hat off her head, rolling it down a shoulder and then catching it. “My lady? How nice to meet you directly, your show was quite riveting.” It purred in a strange higher pitched tone.

The more the redhead got a look at the damn thing, the more disturbing it seemed. Pointed ears, fingers and toes that elongated into clawed tips. She was even wearing fishnet stockings. However, the toes and heel had been torn away to reveal her feet. The toes longer and sharp as knives, they were even blackened at the tips.

Hells, she even realized as the magician stood up once more that her arms were a bit longer than a human dangling by her side, almost limp as the thing seemed to relax.

“ Who, what are you? Why do you look as you do? Iv never seen such a creature other than you …” Doc glared at the tall woman, her arms crossed. “ Damn it, it’s hard to be taken seriously being stuck in speaking ye old bullshit.” Doc thought, mortified that she was talking like it was still the 1830s.

“You’ll learn with time, but I’m very curious to see just what will you do, Doc number five? Things come and shifts are happening but also haven’t yet transpired! “The being says softly lifting a hand It snapped it’s clawed fingers. The world warps a little, however nothing else other than the sky changing to night seemed to have been affected.

“You’re definitely from the damn circus, that much I know. What are you, then? What is your purpose, invading my mind?” The woman paused, sighing in utter relief, so the creature had returned her voice. Good, she liked the way she sounded these days. So much less stiff than the old childhood mannerisms.

The creature tilted its head and blinked, the movement was so curious and animal like, Doc shuddered “Invading? But you called for help…and so it is done. As for this shape, I simply find I’m fond of it. A visitor gave me this visage.”

Doc tilted her head in turn, truly taking in this bestial woman. “That poor visitor must have a fear of magicians…” She muttered, as the creature gave her a rather exaggerated look of shock before it dissolved into a smile and it laughed.

The human shivered, clutching at the front of her dress. Everything about this being was uncanny, but the laugh was like… well, it was like some strange calling song, beautiful and husky but soft and warm.

“I know that sound why do i know it? Iv never seen her before but her laugh feels so familiar.”

“She is here, yet she is to be and yet hasn’t been, but for you, she like many are coming. You’ll understand when the time is right, But your paths branch so many possible directions I can’t even fathom what you will do with them. It is very invigorating!”

It then played with her top hat, tossing it around and along its arms. Finally, it stood still again after popping the hat back onto her own head.

“You talk like you see all damn directions at once, it’s confusing, you know? So circus freak, you said I asked for help? I didn’t need help, iv earned the pain and the hell I live…”

The woman huffed and sat down on an old overturned bucket, just staring at this strange beast who dared to invade her mind. God, she couldn’t stand mind magic, it was an unfair disadvantage people like her would never be able to use. Manipulation, sure magic of the mind, never.

“Hmm, I can’t make the words come. Human words are so hard. How do you make mouth noises mean so damn much, Doc? Your lot impress me so much, I do love watching you, but the time is for me to leave now.” The magician said, slowly turning away as doc jumped to her feet.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me anything, fuck! Come on, why are you really here. It can’t be to make just deal with this?” Doc hesitated, realizing she had been reaching for the being, and even stopped just short of grabbing the creature’s coat tails.

The entity paused and turned back just enough to give her a side glance. “But you already did face this Doc, you will hurt, but you will no longer have this festering wound if you choose.”it tilted it’s hat sideways a little and smiled. It was such a soft, strange smile that the circus doctor’s mind was pushed back to a lost moment. The image that filled the human’s mind, was that of her mother. Her forest green eyes and auburn hair, that smile was so similar.

“When the times come and go I ask a question of your physician five. Will you ask for help again? When your back is against the wall and the enemy are overwhelming.” it takes a deep breath, trailing a claw down it face as if following a tear before speaking again.

“ Will you seek the embrace, when you are wounded and helpless, will you be strong…or remain weak and afraid ? ”the being titled its head and then vanished in a pop of yellow light and the sound of carnival music.

Doc stared in shocked silence at the spot the creature had been. The infuriatingly condescending one, yet she felt a warmth that trailed across her body. Almost like an embrace, and her fingers twitched at her sides.

“don’t you get it, iv always been that weak, It’s why I get people killed.” She whispered, hugging herself as darkness began to fill up the space.

She expected to be cold as always, but it wasn’t this time. Warmth licked at her limbs as sounds that didn’t fit the darkness filled in around her.

The crackling and hissing of burning logs. The sound of something loud and uneven, it took a second for her to chuckle. The sound was clearly a familiar friend who snored like he’d shatter the world with the noise.

That was the last thing she heard before voices filled her ears, the woman groaned. The noise was unseemly, and she just wanted to stay asleep for once, just this once people.

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( so what did you guys think what is our strange visitor in the dreams?)

Small Update ( hey guys im slowly stablizng over here but were figuring stuff out ill be giving a better update soon. I really want to get deep bck into my writing again like i was before and share it with everyone. )

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Object - 124-A

Description- A rounded boiler like device that is covered in rivets with a strange tesla coil on top. The outside appearance isn’t much to consider. However, a handheld control panel is linked to this object from a spot on the back of it. Where two hose like attachments filled with wire also feed into helmets. The object sports a porthole in which a thick maroon colored material can be seen floating within. Once activated, this liquid takes on an uncanny property. It fills with glowing flecks of light and swirls of flowing liquid-like images once the machine’s process begins.

Once the process starts it’s unknown the reaction if it is interrupted as the creator has been very careful to use the machine in private, or so it seems. This device decisively rips the ethereal energy from one body and swap it with another. The result of which the instigator or Doc as she is now known. Is thrust into a new form. However, side effects seem to be an issue as the result of negligence in the creation of the device.

Once the subject is in her new form, the old body crumbles to dust and the remaining soul is set free into the world. This has been confirmed by several complaints of the local psychic, Rihanna, who sees the dead as one of her more powerful gifts. Often speaking that Docs victims either for harvest or the results of the using the machine. They come to her lost and angry and must be forced into the other side to move on.

Interestingly enough, what this one cannot quite understand or explain. Is that no matter the body taken, male, female, young, middle age. No matter the history or shape, even damage. The body always reverts to the current form we see even today. A diminutive woman of 5’2” with Ginger hair, freckles and some scars that seem to carry over with the process.

Likely originating from the early 1800s it’s in poor shape today. From what this one has been able to establish. The device has been unused for an unknown stretch of time in recent years. However, schematics for a possible upgraded variant have been spotted amongst the various journals and notes of the Current Doc. This one being Number 5 in a series of outsiders who have joined The Circus in its long-standing history.

Status/location - Currently residing within physician #5 trailer. Having taken on the title of Doc as given to all circus physicians, the item entered the circus with her. It has yet to be used on circus grounds in this Doc’s short stay with us, however it is often checked, calibrated and cared for on a monthly basis. It has otherwise remained dormant and is considered a non threat at this time.

Likewise, a secondary machine has since been cobbled together. This one however seems to be of a different nature that the first. Made with many antique computer parts, monitors and whatever junk of a tech caliber, Physician #5 finds usable in the situation. This device has been used at least twice on circus grounds. However, no individuals have been logged as missing, nor has there been any damage or complaints filed associated with this new device. This one believes perhaps it is harmless in nature, however suggests further investigation.

Known incidents-

Known possible associated incidents with the original Device have been carefully traced with a form of soul magic detection. If the readings are correct, it is likely that at least four incidents were confirmed, ranging from the beginnings of the 1830s and forward into the mid 20th century. After that, humanities twisted beliefs and changing of societal norms shifted the energies, and we have lost any capability of tracing it further.

{ Received and returned from the Desk of Whysteria}

Your worries are noted and iv taken down this information. I would like an updated file, Doc will be referred to not as subject but as resident from now on. Her device does not worry me, but I will be keeping tabs on the second one. However, her tent is full of similar cobbled together contraptions for her work. If you do pick up on more of the machine’s uses, contact me immediately.

Sincerely Whysteria

P.s I don’t know how you leave these files in my office or even what you truly are, I’m looking into my own investigations. Looking forward to meeting you dear Archivist…

( my attempt at drawing the machine or well scribbling as I pass time here trying to hold out. I hope the best for everyone)

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{Inescapable Truth}

{“Many find peace in sleep; unfortunately for me, I often found mistakes. A lot of us do, and most of us seem unable to face the things we wish we hadn’t done.”}

“Darkness, my dreams always start with darkness…” 

Doc’s mind whispered into the pitch-black void that surrounded her. It was like cold ink, or the images one would see of the bottom of the ocean. Oh, how she preferred this inner void to what always came next. “I don’t want to do this. Where did I even fall asleep this time? When did I fall asleep?”

The sensation of swirling water colliding with whispered voices pushed the dreamer forward. This place hadn’t always talked back. Doc couldn’t remember when the intangible voices had come. She stumbled in the dark; slowly her senses came back to life one by one. It was the scent of rotten eggs and the flicker of a flame that drew Doc’s attention from the inky depths.

The sight wasn’t visual at first, but more an impression of something she had seen day to day in her youth. When the amber glow filtered into the visual, her eyes squinted against it. Lamp light wasn’t extremely powerful, but compared to the perceived darkness, it was almost a beacon.

Blackened pink floral print wallpaper framed the old gas lamps in the hallway she stood in. The woman, now sewn into a purple dress with fitted sleeves and lace trim, glanced behind her. Realizing she had manifested directly through a wall. There was no doorway to escape back through, which had been a saving grace in the past.

“No…” she whispered, her breath leaving her. She leaned forward, gripping the edges of a cast-iron planter to keep her balance. Even the old fern inside was only half alive, its leaves curling and brown at the edges. The redhead could feel her hands tremble as she tried to ignore the sudden need to vomit.

  “Not this. Not here. It’s been more than a century…”

The hallway looked just as she remembered that night. Old portraits, plants and vases with dried flowers decorated it. It was a mask. A pretty picture to put visitors at ease, some of the most beautiful homes hid the deepest degradation. Not just him.

Doc tensed and slammed her hands against the nearest wall. She pressed her forehead against the cool surface and squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment. The confinement of a bustle and fitted sleeves was almost suffocating. “I haven’t worn this era’s clothing is so long. I can’t stand to see myself in women’s attire…”

Doc panted heavily, heart thundering in her chest. Was this a panic attack? She couldn’t remember having one in recent years. She put a hand in the center of her chest and took a moment, breathing in and out with a count. “I can’t lose control now. This time it won’t let me leave. That must mean something.”

The circus doctor glanced up, feeling a sudden flicker of disdain. The sound of a man’s humming filled the upstairs hall. A wash of sound followed his voice as it was quickly blotted out by the rolling tide of thunder and rain outside.

“That’s right we wanted a rain storm that night, we needed it, the lightning...”

The woman’s face contorted into a glare as a dark-haired young man appeared on the upstairs landing. He wasn’t even fully dressed; his sleeves were exposed, waistcoat missing, and no frock coat to speak of. “Gods, how disrespectful were you to meet her this way?” 

The woman let out a frustrated sound as the be-speckled young man made his way down the stairs. He was so confident, his gait a relaxed swagger. “Do you even care? Do you even understand what you are doing!” She snarled, but Thorton just continued down the stairs as if he heard nothing.

Doc grips the side of her head as she felt a migraine forming behind her eyes. “If you walk through that door, you don’t just destroy us. Don’t you realize she loved us? We took everything from her, and the moment she realized she didn’t even hate us!” The redhead called as she fixed her gaze on her former self.

He checked the various gas lamps in the hall and adjusted his glasses. Thorton gazed at the doors a long moment as Doc reached out, grabbing at his sleeve. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked up at Thorton’s face and the man gazed down at her. Quickly releasing her grip, she stumbled backward. All the times, all the torturous times she had lived this memory, he had never responded…

Thorton adjusted his sleeves and tucked his shirt in properly at the waist.” Forgive me I cant change how I present myself. “He admits looking down and licking his lips. Doc knew this gesture well; he was regretful, even nervous. She tilts her head, reaching out tentatively, freezing when he glances at her, smiling in a strange, sweet, shy way. “Is that how we looked to her? Is that what I looked like before we met ?”

It felt strange, different; he wasn’t excited, giddy, or even desperate like that night. Doc could remember that part clearly. “You’re talking to me, you see me this time, but you seem different. Like if we had made it beyond this day, the day Thornton and Penelope died.”

 The man licked his lips again and sighed, pinching his nose, which made his glasses pop up onto his fingers.” I can’t change what happened, neither of us can. Maybe one day you and I will do the thing that rights this.”

Taking a deep breath, he looked away as he continued. “Or no, we can never right this wrong, but I think you are right in thinking perhaps we can, at least, atone.” He said, his voice catching as he looked down at her once more.

The woman steps back and leans against the wall behind her. Taking a shuddering breath, she wraps her arms around herself as she speaks. “She loved us, you know. Penelope didn’t even consider you would ever drug her damn tea,” she felt a wave of disgust as she looked up at herself. However, seeing his calm, stony gaze, she realized this wasn’t him anymore, not the young man who first committed the crime.

“I’d rather have died of consumption or just at her side, than have lived through the hell that you created for us.” She didn’t meet his gaze but heard the scratch of his shoes on the scarred wooden floor.

Doc glances up, pressing herself back against the wall as the taller of the two leaned in uncomfortably close. His face not far from her own. “So I see you’ve settled into the female form? Father never would have allowed such ideals. I’m glad you could explore at least. Though from what we know you did everything you could… “

He turned his back to her and sighed, messing his hair as he ran a hand through it. “You did everything you could to not just steal her face. I see the way you dress now; you tried so hard, yet you cannot even use a mirror?” He said, his voice not cruel but sad-sounding.

 “I live with what you gave us, Thornton. Took me a century to settle into a good routine, then about another eh- fifty years to actually look like me. Not you and not her. “She admits with a shrug and glances towards the door at the end of the hall as a thick light flashed behind it.

Thornton offers his upturned palm, his eyes tired but no longer a boy’s as they had been so long ago. The redhead doesn’t move at first. She could feel the chill run up her spine. There was no door out this time except the one at the end of the hallway. Sighing, she grips the other’s hand and looks up at him.  “There’s no escaping this time, and I hate you and me for every bit of what’s about to happen. I want you to fucking know that…”

She closed her eyes and shuddered as Thornton led her towards the door. The woman felt the prickling of the skin as her perspective bled away into his. Slowly, the exhausted survivor dissolved into a yellow light.” I don’t want to see it when she forgave us.” They heard Doc whisper, her voice shaky and broken-sounding.

The woman of the circus became a background thought. A whispering ghost in the mind of an obsessed youth. Lingering sensations of carnival music and the laughter of a world she was part of now faded with her. With a careful brush of his sleeves and a hand slicking back his hair, it was Thorton’s green eyes that peered at the waiting door.

The sound of rattling pipes and a scent he equated to the air being too hot filled the hallway. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, the man continued his regretful forward march towards his destiny.

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{Obsession}

{To paraphrase a favorite quote of mine. Love never dies natural, It dies of blindness, mistakes or betrayals. Oh, how Iv known them all so well.}

It was no longer the solemn souls torn apart by regret that stepped through the pale wooden door. Thornton was beside himself with an energy almost equal to joy. For him, months of work would finally come together. The young man moved with a confidence only afforded by the young and foolish.

Beyond the waiting doors was a grand masterpiece, a true way to fix the world for those broken. The young man stepped into his operating theater. The room was once a lounge, but he’d had the windows blocked up. The wooden paneling that once covered the inner walls had been pulled away, revealing the blank wall beneath. The flooring, once a beautiful dark wood, had been yanked up, replaced by white tiles. Only the best for Penelope.

 He could hear the hiss of the various cast-iron pipes that jutted from the walls and ceiling. He had Windsor lamps installed to better light the chamber. He had only wanted the best; however, practicality and function had won out in the end. “Will she love this place? Women aren’t allowed in the true theaters.”

Thorton’s gaze finally settled on the simple wooden table he’d had commissioned, positioned at the room’s center. A pale figure rested atop it, completely naked, save for the leather strapping that secured her.

The bespectacled man’s heart fluttered in his chest like a butterfly’s wings. To even see Penelope in her dressing gown would have been a gift. This was much more; she was angelic, her ginger locks fanned out around her lovely face, made him think of a halo. “My beautiful, creative muse. I have never felt this way for anyone, and I must know what it is to see this world the way you do.”

As she stirred, tugging at restraints; Penelope made muffled noises past the silk gag in place. The young working woman made some soft noises, and her blue eyes fluttered open. Thornton could feel the confusion in the ginger woman’s gaze as her brow furrowed, eyes shifting to stare into his own.

“My dearest Penelope, good I was worried I may have given you too much.” He mused glad to see that other than a mild confusion she was clearly responsive. A muffled grunt came from her as the lake woman thrashed for a second. He hesitated

“About your clothes, I do apologize. I couldn’t allow the maid to tend to you. She never would have understood. “He muttered, wringing his hands together and averting his companion’s gaze as her blue eyes met his.

He certainly didn’t intend to let metal buttons and rogue dyes alter the experiment’s outcome. It could spell disaster for both of them.

The young man sighed, sitting on a chair next to his pale companion. He wasn’t much to look at; the fact she had even shown interest had given him so much.

The young man often avoided the outdoors, other than because of Penelope’s insistence on visiting the parks, which he often reluctantly joined her. His attention was drawn back from a memory of her bright smile as she told him about the poisonous properties of a local flower, thanks to a loud grunt and whimper.

The ginger woman gave him a look he couldn’t decipher. She was always the one good at reading people, and that’s why he was doing this…

However, when Thorton saw the tears streak down his dearest friend’s cheeks. The dark-haired youth felt himself falter.

“ I’m glad you woke back up. Iv borrowed your calculations for medicine. Along with a few adjustments, I also made the machine!”

The woman’s eyes widened; she made muffled noises, spitting out the gag as Thornton finished his excited rant.

“The wonderful device! I made it real, Penelope! One of your dreams has come true!” He sounded overly enthusiastic as he drew his lips closed, waiting for the panting woman to catch her breath and speak.

Penelope let her head loll back, clearly exhausted. The eyes that met Thornton’s forest-green gaze filled with concern. I-It won’t work. Thorton, you’re unwell, please let me help you.”

He let out a shuddering breath and stood up quickly. Causing his chair to scrape across the floor. Running hands through his hair he approached another table close by, weighed down by a copper driver covered in rivets.

 “It took some time more than I would like; however, I know it will work. It will work, and I will finally see the world as you do !” he said, not looking at the other, realizing as his stomach churned the man couldn’t dare to. But why? This was a gift; Penelope’s book was full of ideas and creative joys to change the world for the better.

“Thornton, it was but an idea, a fancy. Please, I only know the medical world through your stories and notes. Thornton could head the woman. Let out a, soft broken sound; he felt his shoulders tense. “They will have you sectioned for this; we can walk away now together. I-”.

Before he realized he had reacted, the rash young man had moved over as his beloved was speaking and quickly tucked the gag back in place. The dark-haired young man realized his hands had begun to shake.

Gazing down at her beautiful face, the one that always smiled just for him. The only one who had ever…

Thornton leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “You care so deeply, and I cannot allow you to dissuade me. I worked so hard to be your hands tonight.”

The obsessed youth turned his back on the only woman who had ever shown him kindness. The scratch of wood and muffled crying as she struggled filled his ears.” Think of the true positive tonight; she’ll understand once she sees it can work!” He thought, shoving away the tiny negative voice trying to pester him.

Thorton came to stand before the ungodly machine.

The insides hummed, filled with a dark red fluid flowing, its many pipelines, gauges covered the walls. There were two helmets of sorts with several wires attached.

”You’ll understand soon, I know it. Penelope. You see, the world and express it with such vivid colors. I want to know this: your perspective. Then none will share the word the way we will!’

Slowly the pale dark-haired man removed his clothes, keeping his back to the woman. She’d grown rather quiet; he could only hear small mewling noises from time to time now.

“I’ll begin in only a moment. I promise all will be well.” He said and took a moment to breathe and light a cigar at the edge of the room. The man focuses on the flavor and taste. Doing what he can, even with just the motions, to soothe his nerves.

Likely he couldn’t even consider touching these again until they swapped back. He wouldn’t dare sully her form with them.” I think when this is over, ill try a dessert. What was it that you loved most? Ah, yes, strawberries!”

When finished, he sets the cigar aside.” I wanted to take care of that first. I won’t taint your body. Furthermore, I know how much you hate these blasted things.”

The off kilter gentleman finally returned to the object of his desires side. She was quiet, staring at him, her eyes distant like she was no longer fully present. Thornton reached under the table, twisting a gear of a small device. It had been set up the day before and was more or less a very simple timer. In hand was a helmet made with a leather cap and a metal plate hidden within. Carefully, he secured it to the woman’s head and gently traced a finger down her cheek before turning away once more.

The young man slowly lay down on another table he pulled from the edge of the room. It was set much like his companions. However, his was set to allow him to strap himself down. Securing them with a button to tug them taunt once in place. He latched his own restraints once a helmet was in place for him.

The helmets produced a thick red smoke. The machine wheezes and then shifts into a set of heartbeats. He can hear Penelope trying to say something; her gag has come loose, but he doesn’t catch what she said as a jolt of light burns into both of them. Thornton screams, and he hears the woman do the same, but the pain is quickly followed by a haze of darkness.

The device wheezes and whispers as if voices from beyond filled its chamber. The dark fluid filling with lights like countless stars. A blue energy and a fiery red swiftly flow around each other. One travels down a tube and the other seems to beat around inside the machine before chasing the first light.

A hot haze fills the young man’s mind and his very bones. Like heat licking at his limbs from within. He felt his restraints give way, ached all over, which was swiftly followed by a burning pleasure of sorts. The man coughed some and stumbled into the darkness. Had the gas lamps blown out? He’d have to see to that as quickly as possible.

“ Penelope?” He called, or well, it didn’t sound like him; it was so surreal. The gentle, light lilt of his voice, like a songbird. Thornton touched himself, first his face smiling and laughing some as he feels long strands of ginger hair. It slipped through his fingers; it was clearly well-kept and cared for. How often Thorton had longed to feel it this way.

“ My hair is so long! He said and runs hands slowly down his front, giggling a bit. Oh, my rather small but shapely, they’re perfect! I must insist on tailored clothing for you, When we take our next outing.”

 The troubled former man giggled, and that made him more tickled. The sound of the laugh was almost intoxicating, and the feeling of it. He rarely laughed in his true form.

“ Oh my. You are so beautiful, I didn’t even take stock of this while we spent time together.” It was nearly overwhelming the feelings his mind tried to push, feelings not often this powerful. It doesn’t take long, however, to notice there was no other response than his own.

“ Oh come now, Penelope, once we rest, I’ll happily change back with you. I was just curious, and our machine, it worked!” The woman said, wandering on shaky limbs to the table where Thorton’s body lay.

Pausing, she felt uneasy, the restraints popped loose on the former body as she reached it.,” Penelope?” she asked softly and shook the still form, touching it, something was wrong it felt strange, stiff as if dead for hours.

She yanked her hand back as the man’s face rolled to the side. The eyes  were burned out, the skin pale and ashen with several black marks where veins should be. The newly formed woman lets out a shriek of confusion and fear as she watched the body disintegrate into dust…

( Authors note)

When does love bleed into obsession. When do we regret our choices and how often do we realize our mistakes to late?

( I hope everyone stays safe out there and I do love my mad scientist’s… especially Doc whose gotten me through my worst times.)

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( ok guys this may have mistakes im intending a huge overhaul when i feel better,. for now im going over some things and continuing what I can. I Love doc she always gets me through my worst times.) ⚠️Also mild nsfw ahead ⚠️

Quiet time

{For years, I was solitary. When I needed it most, a quiet dark place was always so welcoming, but they never let me stay there too long.}

Doc untied her hair and tossed her ribbon onto the nearby work desk in her bed chamber. Despite her trailer matching its outside, the bedroom was much larger than it should have been logically.

She doesn’t need to bother with the light, as the sun was spilling in through the bedroom window.” Ugh. Didn’t mean to be out until sunup.” Doc muttered as her jacket slipped to the ground.

She rubbed the back of her neck trying to work away an annoying knot. Doc glanced around the room. None of the rooms of the trailer had mirrors. She shuddered at the thought of seeing herself; or more correctly not herself even with all the work put in to correct that. Hunting was the only time a mirror was not such a taboo.

She snagged a red licorice rope off the night stand. Doc munched on it absently, sighing in a strange relief as the tart taste pulled her from unpleasant thoughts.

The redhead quickly pulled off her top and stepped out of her skirt. Groaning, the doctor relaxed as the cold air pressed against her naked form. She ran her fingers over a jagged scar located where her arm met her shoulder.

Doc knew from past glances it looked like an uneven line wrapped around the glenoid, it was rather clean considering the emergency amputation so long ago. How many bodies ago had that been? Was it four now or five?

Ruffling hands through her hair she chuckled and then flopped down on top of the blankets cuddling an axolotl shaped pillow. Nuzzling into it, Doc squeezed her eyes shut with a satisfied huff.

Finally starting to drift off, Doc’s highly active mind wandered over the details of the night. Her thoughts tugged at her a moment as a sound tried to pull her out of her half aware state. When a weight suddenly landed on her back,she tensed up with a surprised yelp.

“ Shit! I told you to tell me when you’re in my house, Tabatha!” The glowering woman snarled, feeling the cold cat paws on her back. Her mind’s eye filled with images of the medium hair gray tabby she once mistook for just a cat.

Doc’s anger morphed into a sudden blushing brood, when a much larger naked body draped over her back. She could feel the definition of Tabatha’s curves and muscled form.

Doc squirmed, trying to ignore the heavy scaled tail that wrapped down her leg. The tip ended up curled around her ankle.

“ Hmm sorry my cold-hearted treasure. I was worried, is all. I’ll remember next time.” Rumbled the warrior woman, the dragon’s hot breath trailed across her human’s shoulders, causing Doc to tense up a little before relaxing again.

“ You know my treasure. I do love when the cold fire in you burns. It brings many surprises, blessings, and curses.” Tabatha said, whispering the last bit in docs ear, her warm breath was punctuated by the subtle sound of a crackling fire.

“Ugh lay it on thick why don’t you Tabatha.” she thought, however Doc surprised herself with what she said next.

“ Curses are what I bring most. Blessings are for God’s and wishes “ The circus doctor muttered, feeling heat fill her face up or her ear tips when her lover let out a low chuckle.

“ and good witches as well, Hmm and some Fae or monsters, actually.”

The nude woman currently under the dragon can’t help but feel the corner of her mouth twitch upwards. She could imagine Tabatha tapping a clawed, scaly finger on her chin in thought.

“ I’ve been on the other end of those claws. A little pain is more comfortable sometimes than just fun.”

“ Well, I’m not a witch, am I?” She said feeling a sudden shift in weight on top of her. The larger woman vanished as the long haired tabby curled up on her back once more, purring.

“ Bad witches also grant boons for trade.” Tabatha asserted simply in a gentle tone. Doc rolled her eyes as she tried to settle back in .

Things One would Rather not face
{I hope they know as lost as I was, mornings like this one were something I would reflect on often, even in the most painful moments.}

“Something about this place has changed the nights. Not so long ago, fitful sleep was a fool’s dream. Sleeping here though normally takes little effort.” Maybe it came with knowledge she was surrounded by a community that would pick most of her enemies out of their teeth. Yeah, that was probably it.

This morning, however, sleep just wouldn’t come as the woman practically flopped around like a fish on her mattress. She exhaled, breathing deep into her pillow. Tabatha’s warmth had been a good blanket for a bit, but now Doc’s mind just wouldn’t let her sleep.

“ What keeps you from slumber, my lovely Gem “ The beastly woman asked, her lips pressing on Doc’s shoulder. It seemed easy for the dragon to shift her form when she wanted.

“There was a book in my medical tent a couple of weeks ago, the night we went out. Do you remember?” She asked and felt the warrior grow still.

“ Yes. You were reading it, why?” The creature mumbled dismissively, grabbing a piece of Doc’s hair and playing with it.

“It was a story book, I knew it was magic, maybe even cursed. Whysteria told me once, they adopt dangerous things, but the circus can hide them and contain them.” Alice’s adventures in wonderland hadn’t been something she ever considered would make her feel real concern for the life she had made in the circus.

Doc felt her lover tense, the woman hugging her protectively from above.

“ Do I need to burn this book? Dragon’s fire is very good at killing magic “ Tabatha growled a bit fiercely causing her human to smile.

“ No, I think our deal is done. It offered me freedom, no more pain and other things.” The doctor grumbled scrubbing her face with her hands,

“ I almost…If you hadn’t come in. It’s likely I wouldn’t be here. You reminded me or gave me a moment to reflect on why I’m here.”

The girl felt the weight lift from her shoulders.

“ I have seen your cold soul and thoughts, my love. Tell me then, why did you stay?”

Doc cuddled her pillow closely trying to focus on its texture as she spoke

“I have work to do. I promised the woman whose face I stole,” Doc hung her head. How often has she reinvented her appearance to look different? To look like anything but her…

“ I promised Penelope the day she left that I would make the world better, but our world is so corrupt and only a few would be worthy of my work. Humanity as a species is disappointing.”

Her body tensed as she took a long pause and bit her lip. Doc felt a pit in her stomach as she took a second to really consider how to continue.

“ The reason I stayed was because Penelope was my world and is still my greatest regret. However, you and this place are another reason to survive the burdens of life. The humanity of the non-human has utterly fascinated me. “ The woman sighed and let her head flop back down.

“ How can I walk away now? When there is so much potential for the world all around us in this impossible place. I must keep working on my gift and one day I will leave.” A world without sickness, death and pain. Seemed like such a valuable aspiration, yet Doc found herself always on the outside looking in, not that she blamed the people around her.

She felt the intake of breath against her neck as her bestial guard took in her scent.” If humans need this gift, do you not deserve it as well?” Tabatha asked, her voice oddly quiet in the darkness.

Doc felt her stomach drop. “What am I doing. This woman. She’s just an animal in human skin. What could she-” the human barely had a chance to finish the thought as she heard a growl.

“Whah!”

The physician suddenly found herself on her back, looking up at the dragonic beast. The pale woman could see an orange pulse along the red ,orange, and black speckled patches of scales at Tabatha’s throat. She has more skin than scales, but her arms, legs and tail were the exception.

A thrumming glow met the woman’s gaze as her lover parted her lips. Doc tried to meet the others’ eyes, but couldn’t. She always wore a helmet like an eye cover with dragon wing decorations. From what she knew, Doc would never see Tabatha’s eyes. For to do so would to be driven mad.

“ You will answer me, my treasure, truthfully. Remember, I have tasted your mind. I know you as deeply as you deny what you are.” The beast snarled, causing a bit of lava-like drool to hit the bed with a hissing noise as it burnt through. It only landed a short distance from Doc’s shoulder.

“ Oh, my lovely brutal beast, how you could rend me apart so easily. Yet here you are. You truly do seem concerned.”

She took a deep breath, a small smile coming to her in the dark.” No, I am unworthy. Tabatha, I am not innocent.” The mad doctor licked her lips she frowned as her voice wavered.

“I may be trying to save the world. Save people the pain, the sickness, but we both know I am the monster amongst monsters. Death walks besides me always.”

Though she had to admit many times death had surprised her. Thrown her into trouble to see if the killer could survive.

“ If not for the leash of this place, I’d continue my work. Now I’m stuck using pieces of filth. However,at least I can use this to perfect my formula in the meantime.”

An exasperated noise escaped Tabatha’s lips as she peered down at the nude human.

“ Why are you unworthy?”

The redhead felt a lump in the back of her throat that she can’t quite explain. “I just-”

The other woman smirked.” Give me a solid reason. A real reason and not your past my love, I mean of today. “ The dragon whispered calmly.

Doc tried to answer, but her mind always traveled backwards. Grasping at past mistakes she couldn’t stop it no matter how hard her mind tried.

“ I kill without hesitation if I know my target. The people here hesitate, they do not want to take life. Stealing bodies and killing them is just one side of my business.”Doc’s fingers twitched a bit as she spoke digging into the sheets.

The human shuddered when Tabatha lightly traced the freckles on her cheek with a claw. She seemed unbothered by the answer Doc gave earlier. “All warriors must use steel and I think you save more than you take these days, my sweet. Maybe you aren’t as cold as you claim?”

Doc felt her heart begin to race. She eyes the door, her mind working out some escape scenarios.” Oh, no, you don’t!” Tabatha chuckled and snagged the mad woman’s wrists, pinning them over her head and kissing her. The warmth, the taste and heat brush away the urge to flee.

“No one else can do this. How does Tabatha stand to stick around like this? The right word, the right fear and people can be turned away, but why not you?”

A laugh tickled her mind, warm like coals in a fireplace. If anyone else had tried to touch Doc’s mind, she would have recoiled in rage, but Tabatha had started this to learn how to ask for help. Her arrival had been eventful, and she had been dying.

“Because I have seen all of your wicked soul. Every struggle, every wound, and I see my deepest self in you. I will never turn away. Not unless you actually want me to, and so far you’re lying to yourself and everyone, my dark treasure.”

The human squirmed under the dragon, her eyes staring in the warrior woman’s face. She wished deeply to see the eyes she never could.“I hate this feeling, like I’m under a microscope. I’m not lying,I have such work to finish, and I am-”

The ringing of a doorbell filled the air and the freckled woman breathed out a sigh of relief. She’d gotten no sleep, but was never so damn happy for Pippin’s insistence on their morning coffee.

She felt the great warrior woman above her heave out a deep sigh that shook Doc’s core before rolling off her.” Go then, but we have much to speak of later, my treasure. You cannot always run from what brings you hope and joy.” The beast purred with a smile that made the pale human’s insides coil with longing.

“How does she do that with just a damn smile?”

The doorbell rang three more times before the Sawbones managed to pull it open.She looked down at her usual morning guest. Who was dressed in a burnt orange sweater with higher collar and balloon sleeves.

The physician leaned back as the dark haired girl pushed through the door and Doc got a better look at her whole ensemble.

Pipin’s high wasted fall plaid skirt brushes against the redhead’s legs as the other gets a bit too close.

She had just grabbed something simple, some plain shorts and an old green shirt with a couple tears. “Your outfit today puts me to shame.” With a grunt, Doc’s butt settled in on the wooden chair at her kitchen table. The hostess didn’t mind sitting by the window, but she did it more for Pipin honestly.

The inviting scent of coffee filled the tiny kitchen as Pipin fixed her attention on her host.“Thank you! Whysteria made it for me!” The girl said, touching her face and smiling, so brightly, Doc wondered if her face ever hurt. It was so rare to not see the girl smile.

Her eyes slip down to a porcelain mask fixed to the girl’s waist.” Hmm, how has whysteria been? It can’t be easy running this place.” The older of the two mumbled, feeling herself sit up straighter as Pipin set down a small container with two coffee cups. The scent was so inviting, Chef knew how to make the circus food taste like none other. He didn’t particularly like Doc. Meaning, he was never very open to revealing secrets unfortunately.

“Same ole, same ole, how about you? Have you been keeping to your bargain, dearest doctor?” Pipin or a deeper variant of her voice asked. The redhead sipped her coffee and groaned. The slight vanilla flavor with cream and some sugar hit the spot. “yup thats it I got to integrate that squid man and ask him how he makes coffee and food this damn good.”

She glanced over her cup at the other seeing Pipin’s hands folded on the table. The raven haired girl was sitting too still, her posture too perfect to be herself. The deep green eyes were also a dead give away. Pipin’s were a soft brown, like hot coco.

“ Yes, whysteria last time I slipped. It took me months for the blackened flesh of my fingers to recover. Lesson learned.” Doc shuddered as she recalled the sharp burning followed by black spider webbing on her fingertips.

The other’s lips twitched at the corners

“I’m glad, but then from how long we’ve known each other. I’m glad to see that a gentleman like you can keep your word so well. People in this new age take bargains with so little regard for keeping their word.”

Doc draped her arm over the back of her chair, shifting in the seat.

“ That we can agree on. Though it would be nice to seek my preferred subjects.” The exhausted woman felt herself wince, but she couldn’t fathom why saying it out loud bothered her so.

“How’s business been on your end? And I do have a question.” Doc said calmly, knowing she got one question per check in with the circus lead.

Whysteria seeming to not hear the uncomfortable complaint leapt on the question. “ Ask away, my friend.” She muttered while sipping her coffee and making a face, “ugh! How does Pipin stand coffee? I much prefer tea.”

Doc can’t help but let a chuckle slip free. Sharing a body or not, the two had large differences. Pipin though smart, being very happy and trusting. While whysteria was regal, but not afraid to have fun. She sometimes seemed shy and withdrawn. That didn’t stop her from being a very strong shoulder to lean on when others needed guidance.

Though this was just a partial possession, Doc and many others had seen the physical shift more than once. Pipin’s body was the one Doc was talking to.

She contemplated a long moment, tapping her chin with a knuckle, before finally speaking.” When you do this, does Pipin even realize? Is she aware?”

Whysteria’s face betrayed nothing as the gears turned.

Doc found herself leaning forward a bit as she grabbed a notepad and an old number 2 pencil. The circus doctor has made a habit of keeping one nearby at this point.

“Yes she is, in fact I ask first. It’s similar to me being half asleep behind Pipin as she is in control. It’s the same when my body is active as well. I more or less knock first before taking the wheel for a short while.”

The physician scratched down the information. She was frustrated to know the next question unless casual or another subject wouldn’t be answered today. “ That’s really fascinating, I’m pleased to know that Pipin isn’t in pain when the bodies change either.” Doc glanced at the comedy mask on the woman’s hip. If she remembered correctly, it was often a tragedy mask when Whysteria’s body was active.

“ I’m going to leave you two for your morning ritual. I just wanted to confirm for myself you’d made it home safely in one piece.” The change was so swift, and yet just the posture alone told Doc who was in control again. Pipin shook her head as warm brown eyes met a pair of blue with a green ring around the center.

“ That’s always so weird, sorry for the interruption, Doc. So I was gonna task how your night went. Charlie in the garage said she sent a van to you at one point.” Doc closed her eyes with a hum, taking note that Pipin clearly sounded like she was from Boston, a very old Boston.

Pipin squirmed in her chair. The other woman had to keep from doing the same. She couldn’t stand to sit still unless she was busy observing something. Watching people tended to flip a switch in her brain.

The redhead sipped coffee, letting the warmth fill her. She really must have been tired. Because It was Pipin who noticed the hulking shadow pass the window first. She leaned quickly to look out, drawing Doc’s attention, who tugged back the flower print curtains. “You have a visitor! You’re very popular today.” Pipin covered her mouth to stifle her giggle.

The Sawbones got a good glance of a furry gray hide easily eight feet tall covered in scars. He sported a vibrant colored bead bracelet and a torn ear.

“ Ahh, Ethan, he must have this month’s book picked out.”

Doc tried to ignore how strange it felt to have such an easy conversation. Anyone outside this place felt like an effort, like a chore to keep up the facade.

“Aww! Are you two still doing your little book club, how sweet, Doc!” at the sound of the chair opposite to Pipin’s scooting back, The physician managed to glimpse Ethan’s tail begin to slap back and forth in a very excited fashion. The big,, burly werewolf had already reached her porch and stepped out of site as Doc left the table.

“ It passes the time ,however, this month’s theme is vampires. Give me a classic like Camilla over this modern drivel any day.” Doc said, yanking open her front door to try and catch the overly puppy-like wolf man off guard.

A warm breeze blew past the mad doctor as she peered out. Sunlight shined brightly, nearly blinding Doc, and she lifted her hand to cover her eyes a as she looked out on another day within Mortimore’s circus of the surreal and sublime…

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(This came to be while I was away at a mental health facility. I was treated very badly, but Doc, as always, helped me hang on by giving me something else to cling to or focus on. So I wanted to let you see her in her actual Doctor work alongside a couple in the circus I love very much, whom we haven’t seen yet. This is a side bonus, but it is in world canon.)

^{⚠️ Warning body Horror ahead !⚠️}

A woman paced in a cage in a tent at the edge of the circus. Or well its assumed to be the edge, no one can be really certain about these things. She was dressed down from her usual fanfare. A tailored red tailed coat and black leather boots turned in for a Gymnastiorka and an old pair of Sharovari. They were a pitiful and muted green and brown. The trousers were tucked carefully into socks as the tall, muscular woman had set aside her boots to protect them from the coming event. Even so, her shirt had been carefully ironed, even if it didn’t survive, Yvette always presented her best face forward.

She was fidgeting, pacing back and forth as she coiled her long black hair into a bun and tucked it against the back of her head. It was almost comical the Irony for the beast tamer to be the one in the cage tonight.

Yvette paused her desperate attempt to let out nervous energy when the entrance flap parted. Her deep blue eyes locked with two that shone just as blue if not for the forest green ring around their centers. “You are late.”

The other woman sighed, stepping fully into the tent and letting the entrance close behind her. In one hand, she carried a heavy black doctor’s bag while she had an antique rifle slung over the other. “We have three hours until sundown and at least another hour until moonrise. Yvette, I’m allowed to prepare that beasty of yours, isn’t exactly friendly.”

The russian beast tamer snorted, glaring at the minuscule redhead in front of her. With one hand, she could wring her neck; it would be easy, but to think that way about the circus Doc would be foolish. So she moved to the edge of the cage and pushed her hands through the bars, leaning in on them to watch the other woman.

Doc did not come in rags; she was in her usual wear inside the circus grounds. Double-breasted trousers, boots, and a white antique shirt with lace on the cuffs and collar. Though Doc was currently rolling up her sleeves and securing them in place above her elbows. She then took off her green velvet vest and hung it on the back of a single chair in front of the cage before sitting down.

“You will face me like this? With no armor?” Yvette asked softly, watching as Doc clasped her hands together and stared down at them for a long moment. When their eyes met again, she shook her head.
“No, my gear is being brought in. Usually, you don’t remember the last hour or so of this, so you never truly see it, I suppose. Only your beast.”

But you know me. You know who I am, can you do what needs doing/ if it comes to that?” She asks, staring at the woman who had made sure the last several moons had been a bit smoother for some of the people, like Yvette in the circus.

Doc smiled a little at that and tilted her head to the side, her brilliant ginger hair masking one side of her face. She clapped her hands together and then looked down. She kept her eyes on the floor as the next sentence left her lips.

“Let me ask you this. Would you want me to hesitate?

The woman in the cage was silent for a long moment. She gripped the bars, and they made a faint groaning noise.

“ No, protect the others. That thing is not me.”

Doc slowly starts going through her bag, laying out various chemical vials on a nearby table.

“ You know I kinda wish you would escape. Dissecting you would be invaluable, and your fur is gorgeous.”

Yvette growled under her breath as something not quite human escaped her throat.

“If you kill me, only FiFi, my mate, deserves such a pelt.” She paused, tilting her head left and then right as she thought about it further.

“ Ok, perhaps for you a ushanka for the hard work.”

The redhead across from her chortled and shook her head. “I do always have such issues keeping warm in the winter. How kind of you to think of me…”

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Doc pulled a quilted vest over her shoulders. Carefully crossing it in the front and locking it in place with some straps. She checked the several small rivet points along the front where a sliver of silver had been placed inside the pockets of her protective gear. Making sure the leather and wool wrappings on her arms were also secured, she took a moment to plop an old World War II helmet onto her head as well. It wasn’t much from her knees up, and from her elbows up were exposed. However, for this particular job, it was ideal.

She didn’t bother with the goggles today, leaving them in her kit. She was carefully loading her Riffle with a large Dart that ended with a red tuft when she spoke again.

“Must you fidget so much? You're a were animal, FiFi. I hardly think you’d be this afraid?” Doc said calmly, glancing up as she sat down properly and sat the gun across her lap. The pink-haired woman in a white sundress looked like she was practically about to faint.

“I’m a poodle, Doc! I am not a fighter, I’m a Pissed off witch’s idea of a joke!” She said and glanced towards the cage that held her lover. Yvette had quieted down laying on her side with her back to the two of them. She made noises from time to time. The change wasn’t far off, and her shirt clung to her back with sweat as she shivered in the cage alone.

“ I would have invited Ethan; he’s a wolf, but he’s also very much a young boy. Yvette would kill him in seconds. You, even in your other form at least have the good mind to run when you're in danger.”

FiFi whimpered and glanced towards the cage once more. “ I don’t want to lose her. I’m just the damsel in distress. This is foolish to ask me to do this, Doc…” She said, hugging herself as the other watched the cage without even a glance at FiFi.

“You will be fast and strong. If I can’t line up the shot at the right time, I need an out. You can grab me and run. I trust you for that. It’s your experience surrounded by predators that I’m relying on FiFi.”

FiFi huffed and let out a dog-like whine as there was a cry of pain from the cage. The pink-haired girl got behind Doc’s chair, and the redhead could see the shift of a larger shadow behind her rather quickly. FiFi had turned in her fear or worry.

“Stay close. It’s learning each moon, and I can’t use this until Shes fully turned, otherwise her adrenaline will just knock the drug out of her system. Then they were both dead.” Doc said softly and got down on one knee on the ground, slowly lining up a shot on the human figure lying on the ground.

There was another gasp of pain.”IT HURTS!”

Came a snarl from Yvette as her back arched and her clothes began to shred. The woman’s form warped into something less human. Her muscles bulged, her bones cracked, and her skin tore as blood sprayed from fresh wounds. Blood-coated fur split through the ruined flesh, and her face warped into a muzzle with fangs.

It didn’t take long before a massive tiger staggered on all fours in the Beast Tamers’ place. Its fur, slick with blood in places, was still a beautiful, strange purple. Black and silver stripes lined its body, and it panted heavily, letting out a low. “Hurts, help me…” In a warped version of Yvette’s voice.

FiFi whimpered behind Doc, and a bit of curled white fur came into her peripheral” Don’t.” The circus doctor said firmly as she watched the creature at the end of her sight. A low growling bark came in response, but she didn’t speak back to FiFi, her focus fixed on the task at hand.

“Just a few more moments, I have to make sure you're fully gone…”

Doc breathed out, lining up her shot as the beast shook its head. Teal Reflective eyes met her own, and they were afraid for a moment before the beast suddenly turned. It fled towards the back of its cage. “Damn it,” Doc followed her closely with the sights, “Help me. Hrts….D-dDo-oc”

It growled, pausing to shake its head as it sounded out the warped words. Its eyes met hers once more, this time full of Malice.”There you are, beasty….”

Doc had only managed to utter the words, and the creature suddenly reared up, smashing one of the hanging lanterns and killing the light in the back of the cage.

“Fuck….” A thick, whimpering growl came from behind Doc as she stared at the cage. The back was fully dark, with the sides and front lit. However, the beast had yet to venture into the light. Instead, it paced back and forth, clearly agitated, staying within the darkness at all times, only its paws or a flash of its eyes and tail bridging the light itself.

“Help me! HURts! Doc!”

Doc saw a flash of stripes and cursed as her finger tensed but didn’t fire.”Damn it…” She slowly stands up, staring at the cage for a long moment. “FiFi, I need you to yank open the cage door and pull back as quickly as you can.”

Doc slowly moved towards the cage entrance. She kept her gun up, watching the darkness. She felt the goosebumps on her arms. “ I can feel your eyes beasty… you're a lovely thing, aren’t you?”

She said calmly, watching the door as a shaking humanoid dog with curled white fur shakingly approached it. FiFi was easily eight feet solid in height, but from the scent of urine in the air, Doc had no doubts who would win in a fight between the dog and the big cat.

The dog woman quickly yanked open the gate and covered her eyes with her paw like hands.”Keep watch!” Doc hissed but had barely gotten the words out and was lucky to have her gun up as the massive tier leap from the darkness. It pounced out and then made a straight line for the door and Doc. Its eyes bored a hole in her soul as the gun came up and it fired.

She heard the soft * shnf!!* as it hit the beast’s cheek, and it snarled, slapping at its face with a paw to try and dislodge the offending object.

*Ooof!* Doc grunted as furry arms wrapped around her, and the cage door was kicked shut by a white fluffy paw. It took her a second to realize when the night sky and the full moon were in sight that Fifi had carried her out of the tent and to safety as they heard the sound of the beast snarling inside.”HelP! DOc HELP ! please Pain! “

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The sounds of the circus were as always full of life. The shouts of the criers, the reverb of children’s laughter, and screams of shock or fear. Some of the more unorthodox shows of the traveling anomaly could have all of those effects and more. For two of the residents, these noises were just a pleasant backdrop, as they had taken the day off to spend time together.

They shared a bed sprawled on top of a very colorful handmade quilt. The smaller of the two, a blonde woman with long hair and blue eyes, was lying on her side. She was dressed causally today in a jean jacket and black tank top with pants, though even trying to dress casually, legion looked like the clothes were painted on. Normally it would convene with Jessie Dressed in its stage attire and their lovely worshiper would meet them after the show.

Sighing, they were playing with the girl’s black hair, gently twisting it around their fingers. Jessie was playing with a little puzzle in her favorite satin nightgown, which had been put on inside out. She said it felt nicer that way.

“Hmm, Jessie has shown sensitivity to some touch and other stimulation, we suppose. Later we will accompany her to purchase tailored clothes. She’s been here a year already, and our Jessie is deserving of such a gift.”

With a loud huff, the young Native American woman next to Legion rests her hands on her stomach, staring up at the ceiling before glancing at the blonde. Oh, how they collectively agreed that one day when the world fell they would carry their companion forward, as they did all the souls resting within them.

“Legion… You’ve been around a long time, are there any stories you could tell me?” She asked and seemed to think better for a second.” um, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just was curious. Maybe even how you ended up with the circus?”

The blonde creature seemed to consider this, pausing for a moment. Which they often did when they thought a subject should be approached carefully. Humans were very touchy about certain things. Often, legion had once had scores of servants and priests or priestesses who would care for each other. Where it of course often found through interaction that itself was lacking in such natural skills.

Jessie in the meantime gently touched the blonde woman’s cheek. Legion reflected and was amused, remembering the-did she call herself trans? Yes, well, the girl who had stood before their throne her very first night in the circus. Jessie’s pure curiosity had mixed with and intoxicating scent of fear and arousal. Since then and even perhaps a little in the beginning, she had grown to love Legions many living parts.

Jessie showed no fear when legion slipped from its shell. Like all its vessels, it was a lost soul taken and preserved long ago. The being’s true selves came out into the open for only Jessie.

“Very well, My lovely disciple.” Legion breathed, sounding a bit tired or lost. Human vocals could be troublesome. But those within often guided legion with memories of how some things were best done.

The young woman smiled as one of the creature’s eyes in the form of a white and blue scarab skittered out of its socket. It was beautiful, a bone-white beetle with a blue-eye-like pattern on its wings. Gently, it crawled across their human fingers and then further up. The piece of the fallen god chirped for and sang for Jessie in a way that others would never hear.

“ But to tell the Beginning, young Jessie, we must first tell you the end.” It said gently, looking Jessie in her beautiful, mismatched eyes. Smiling, the legion reached out to tuck the woman’s long hair behind her ear.

Legion froze a moment as she suddenly shifted and pushed at the non-human. With a soft melody of a chuckle, legion laid on its back for her. It felt so…nice? When their companion rested her head on the hive’s chest. So the creature returned to brushing its fingers through Jessie’s hair.

“The tale is long and painful, For we lost our mate long ago and even now still we have not seen their face in some time. “The light to our darkness, long lost but at least now we have you…”

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I find myself utterly uncertain what I witnessed today; however, I shall record what I discovered, as I often do.

Subject- 93

Classification: creature/ leftovers?

Name: I hereby call them Moldibites

Appearance: This is a bit hard to categorize, but I will do my best. These creatures seem to be formed from a layer of fuzz or mold, possibly fungus on food that’s been unattended for a good amount of time.

Meaning, they can form bodies or shapes based on whatever food item they infect. I don’t know whether the spores are in the food already because it’s made with circus magic. Or if perhaps there is a strange fungus mold living under a rock on the circus grounds themselves.

Whatever body they do inhabit, there are always little tendril-like fuzzy mold appendages. It ranges from spider-like legs to tentacles that drag the object around, or a combination of both. Tiny mushrooms or oddly purple or blue fruit bodies can be seen sprouting from the main body of mold.

I’m the case of a half-eaten slice of pizza that was at the center mass on its top. There seemed to be something like primitive eyes peeking out from under a piece of pepperoni.

The second instance was a small chunk of cheese that had tendrils sticking out of holes in its body and ran around in three pairs of fuzzy legs.

Habits or Nature: They seem docile enough and run when sensing movement from larger life forms such as me.

Turning on the light during my initial discovery led to small keening and slightly adorable sounds of panic. This was followed by one olive hopping off the table they were on and rolling under the cabinet. The cheese ran straight into a wall before retracting its limbs. We’re in it, then played dead, looking like a very fuzzy, molded piece of cheese.

I’m not sure where these creatures originate. I know I didn’t keep olives in my fridge. So they are gathering others, likely from the neighbors’ homes. This bodes further investigation and making sure to bring my phone so I can grab a picture next time.

I swear Pipin will never believe me without proof.

(last-minute pic again, I did this one a while back, but here you g,o guys!)

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