PUZZLEVISION - aftermath (platonic Mr. Puzzles x reader)

WHERE ARE MY WORKERS???

(hey! this is actually my first fic im actually going to publish publicly. i usually send my fics on discord- that's so silly

anyways, enjoy!!) - hexl [author]

{YOUR POV}
it was another bright day. i was setting up the tent for another show in a slightly populated city while my workers either helped or sat down doing nothing. after i finished setting up the tent, i needed some help to get the props and interior stuff into the tent itself. it isn't a circus show if there aren't even things to perform on!

i turned around to call for help to carry the stands, seats and stuff into the tent. what the-? where are they?

my trusty workers disappeared. wow this is literally the best time they could randomly disintegrate into air. ugh.. i decide to just carry everything in myself.

[time skip..]

finally, im done. it took me about an hour, since my workers who helped me put up the tent were still there! i thought maybe my other employees would be back by now but.. surprisingly they're still not here. i shifted my attention away from the circus set up. i looked to the direction where they'd usually be, but guess what? they weren't there! now, back to the tent. what the- erm..! (what the sigma) my other workers are gone too? okay this is getting out of hand. im by myself now, standing outside the tent. no workers, no employees. just a singular ringmaster. great!

i stared at the poster in which my circus was being advertised. it read: "RATED 4.5 STARS! SPECTACULAR EXPERIENCE, YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT! JESTERS, CLOWNS, ALL THE SORTS! DON'T MISS IT!" followed with today's date. wait- tODAY? TODAY'S DATE? oh god. no this isn't right. of all days.. really? the circus has been advertised everywhere, all around the country. so many people will be disappointed in seeing nothing! my regular customers will be ashamed in me! and IM the ringmaster.

i facepalm myself. what else can i do now? as i was about to take one last look to see if i could spot any.. ANY of my employees, i see someone. someone that i dont know.

he was tall, with a tv as his head. the tv was.. really wrecked. like, very. he wore these long black pants with puzzles as the print. his shirt was grey. now that i look at him more, his pants were.. overalls or something? he had it strapped at his shoulders. he looked kinda zesty. he probably acts zesty too. he had a little bowtie. to compliment it all, he had gloves.

OVERALL, HE WAS A GREAT GUY TO EMPLOY! he looked like he was a professional at looking silly. perfect for an audience.

as i stood there inspecting his appearance, he spoke up.

"..finished checking me out?" he asked.

"what? no! well, yes.. i mean, i wasn't even checking you- what??????" i said. more like blabbered out.

he looked at me like i was insane. he then smiled.. genuinely? i think? i cant tell, he still had a big dent in his screen.

"is this your circus? i can tell you're in some sort of.. pickle." he said. he chuckled a little between the words 'of' and 'pickle'. god i told you he'd be zesty.

"yea. all my workers disappeared though, so it's not the best situation to be in."

there was a silence. it didn't feel awkward since there were other sounds around too, like birds chirping or a car alarm beeping. i also heard a few screams. what? screams? this is weir-

"mind if i perhaps.. apply for employment?" he broke my thoughts. ehh it wasn't much to think about anyway.

"uh, sure. im [y/n]." i held out my hand for him to shake. he had the audacity to bend down to shake my hand back. he knew damn well what he was doi-

"great!" for fucks sake stop breaking my thoughts "ill just get myself fixed up, ill be back."

"okay."

that was strange.

(WOAH I ACTUALLY DON'T KNOW IF THIS COUNTS AS SHORT OR NOT BUT IT'S WHAT I GOT SO FAR!! i might update really slow though, depends if i remember about this fic- oh well)

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