- Heads up this will be a more romance heavy story compared to my more 'sexually driven' stories lol -
You are SCP-8812 -aka- Cthulian Child or The Heir to Madness
Over a decade ago a ritual was preformed, twelve men and the hostess called up the p...
Now being escorted by a couple clowns, literal clowns with the big red nose and pale faces, Y/n is carried away a clown on each arm while Manny stomps ahead.
Meanwhile the old man who dragged Y/n into this mess hides behind a trailer, he breathes a sigh of relief but a conflicted look upon his face. Zoltan looked towards the sunset and stared as if he wad listening intently to someone.
Zoltan: I know I shouldn't intervene in his otherworldly matters but he needed the push... Hold on...
Zoltan grabbed the sides of his face and began to pull, his face contorted and stretched inhumanly before it began to tear like paper.
The fake skin paper cloak shrouding his body fell off like a busted paper bag revealing the real face underneath.
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Wizard: Felt like wearing a shag rug like a coat... What were you saying?
He looked towards the sun as it began to set and the sky darkened, in the distance the sound of thick winds brushing through the trees is all to be heard.
Wizard: Look im not guiding him but we're running out of time! The forbidden chambers will be in Tibet soon and he's playing grease monkey-
He stopped abruptly and stared at the sliver of sun light setting beneath the german mountains.
He stroked his beard inquisitively as of hearing wise words from some mystic guardian.
Wizard: Your right, your right... We're both wanting the best resolution for this... He's a kind soul... But his niceties are being taken advantage of here... Hopefully now he can see through the guise...
Then he was gone, a small whirlwind carrying leaves and litter brushes through the place the wizard once stood.
Meanwhile in a tent tucked away in the back of the carnival was a tent where all the clowns were housed, but this time it housing Y/n as he waited for Manny and Icky underneath the soulless eyes of several clowns.
Y/N: Thanks a lot Z, left me high and dry to deal with Manny... But what the hell did those sigils mean?... And why were they on my belt buckle?...
Y/n reached down to touch his belt buckle, feeling a vibration in his finger tips as he grew closer to touching the steel circle.
Manny: HE NEEDS A PROPER PUNISHMENT!
Manny stormed in pushing the tent flap aside in a overdramatic flourish of rage, Y/n rolled his eyes as Manny guided Icky to him.
Icky: So Manny tells me he caught you stealing from his trailer, is that true?
Y/N: Nope-
Manny: Bullshit! You're then kinda shit brained slug who would knick my stuff when no one is looking!
