(Y/n) was sent to Hell by God and into The Devil's Carnival for an imperfection she had. Her little imperfection was the slightest of gullibility and envy. She died of a suicide attempt by hanging herself. She awakened in The Devil's Carnival, confu...
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(Y/n) walked around the empty carnival by herself, looking down at the map on the brochure from time to time. She would look at some of the game booths at the different prizes, looking over the counter to see if any of the people running the games were there. She looked at the carousels and tents to find them filled with props and whatnot but empty of any living being's presence. She then looked up at the night sky that was pitch black where the stars looked like they were just light bulbs, and though it felt like it was night time. "Strange..." She said quietly.
(Y/n) continued to walk around and as she walked, her ears could hear a harmonica being played in the distance. As she got closer to the sound, the girl came across a man- a clown, sitting on the ground playing a harmonica. He looked like a hobo clown with raggedy clothes, white make up, a big red clown nose, and a worn out hat; much like the classic hobo clowns from carnivals, circus, sideshows and vatiété.
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Walking up to him, "Hello, Mr.Hobo Clown." She greeted as she gave the clown a small wave and smile. He returned the smile which soon disappeared within a matter of seconds.
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(Y/n) gulped slightly at this, "Um... I'm a little lost. And I was wondering if you..." She trailed off before he tapped the plastic blue bowl in front of him as he continued to play his harmonica.
The girl caught the hint and patted around herself and her chest pockets,"O-Oh um... I'm sorry I don't have any money or spare change or anything on me that I could give you..." She stammered with a brows slightly furrowed together.
The clown shrugged nonchalantly as if to say, "Oh well". He then waved his hand, shooing her away as he continued to play his harmonica.
(Y/n) frowned slightly down at the clown, "Please?" She pleaded.
He shook his head stubbornly.
With a sigh in defeat, "Look, if you could just at least point the way of where I should be going, I'll find what I can to repay you. Please?" The girl pleaded with a glint of hope in her eyes, hoping he would take some pity and just point somewhere.
He studied her closely with narrowed eyes before he tilted his head slightly and smiledgrimly. He then pointed in the direction on his left.
(Y/n) looked to where he pointed over to a couple of tents before looking back down at him, "Over there?" She asked while pointing in the same direction for confirmation.
With a mischievous smile that feigned innocence, the clown nodded.
She let a grateful smile grace her lips, "Thank you!" I thanked as she shook his hand and walked off to where she needed to go, "I promise to repay you!" She called out to him.. He smiled and continued to play his harmonica in a carefree manner. (Y/n) continued to walk in the direction that the Hobo Clown pointed out.
(Y/n) continued her walk until she heard a sudden deep voice, "Hey there..." The suddenness made her jump slightly in fright and she looked around to see a man leaning against a wall. He seemed to be around his early twenties, around her age. He had this 1950's greaser/rebel look about him as he gave a finger gun and wink at her. He had black, plastic like hair styled in a pompadour, pasty white skin with dark circles around the eyes and black painted lips. He wore a black motorcycle leather jacket, a torn dark grey shirt, jeans, brown boots, and a long red scarf. He had a scorpion tattoo on the left side of his neck. Despite his "bad boy" look, (Y/n) had to admit that he was devilishly charming as a cigarette hung between his lips.
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(A/N: Just pretend he's wearing a red scarf in this GIF...)
A soft blush rose to her cheeks, "O-Oh! Um... Hi..." She greeted in a quiet fluster. A dangerous smirk played on his lips as he took out a switchblade and played with it. (Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek nervously as her (e/c) watched his fingers skillfully play with the blade.
"You're a guest here?" He asked curiously and she nodded in response. He let out a light chuckle that made her blush just a tiny bit more and she casted her gaze down to the ground shyly, "I see..."
There was a moment of awkward silence that hung in the night air until he spoke up to break the silence.
"Yeah," He cleared his throat as he started to slowly stepped over to the slightly flustered girl while flicking away his cigarette, "I used to have an act. But I lost my will now." He hummed as (Y/n) gazed back up at the mysterious man curiously.
"What happened?" She dared to ask him as she tilted her head to the side slightly.
"Doesn't matter." He said nonchalantly, brushing off her question as he then lightly traced his fingertips across her cheek once he was close to her. This action made her cheeks get a bit hotter from her blush that deepened as she felt goosebumps and a shiver run through her at his light touch on her cheek, "You're prettier anyhow..." He purred softly and alluringly.
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