Although her best friend didn’t seem to be doing much. Speaking of.. where was she? “Hm..?” Glancing to her right where the other girl had been just moments ago, Naomi blinked and then blinked again to confirm her lack of presence.

What the hell..?

Hit with that familiar sensation of being watched, Naomi craned her neck to glance behind her.. cheeks burning rouge the second her gaze locked with Seiko’s who’d seemed to have made herself quite comfortable on a bench to watch her. Naomi couldn’t quite explain why her friend’s gaze made her so flustered.. maybe it was the dumb smirk she wore that played a part in it. Either way, Naomi turned to face her, hand wiping the sweat beads from her brow.

“What are you doing?” The whole point of her being there was to help out so they’d go home early. “Are you going to help me move this, or are you going to keep staring?” Whenever Seiko got like this, Naomi knew what to expect. It was probably best she got it out of her system now before they walked home together. So, folding her arms across her chest, Naomi stared right back.

A creaking sound was what first alerted him to the horrific scene soon to be uncovered. 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋. The bones of it were bound to groan and moan from time to time.. but the panted breaths that followed? Satoshi was certain no building structure made that chilling sound.. and something didn’t sit right with him. Before he knew it, he’d found himself running— towards what? Satoshi didn’t quite know 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 to prepare himself for. But no amount of preparation could’ve ever readied him for the sight of 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 hanging by the neck in a bathroom stall he’d managed to barge open.

It was gut wrenching now knowing the creaking had been from her weight pulling against the wooden beam the rope hung from. The panting of her strangled breaths now made him feel 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 to his stomach. It was no easy feat cutting her down either, but Satoshi barely managed it with the rusty pair of scissors he’d found prior.

“Seiko—! S-Seiko, take a deep breath!” Eyes wide and hands shaky, Satoshi began to swiftly unravel the double knotted noose from around her throat, hoping it was enough to allow her to suck in enough oxygen to 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 herself. “Who.. who did this to you!?” Was it one of the many tortured souls Satoshi had come to learn were trapped in this place? It wouldn’t surprise him. Not all of them were 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋.. but the vast majority he’d come across thus far had been less than 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆.

⠀ 🪡 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ 🧵 ⠀ ◞ ░ ◟ 𓊆 POMNI 𓊇◝ º STILL ACCEPTING ︴ @bymifs ︴ ➔ 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am.

𝐀͓̽ 𝐇͓̽𝐔͓̽𝐒͓̽𝐇͓̽ 𝐇͓̽𝐀͓̽𝐃͓̽ settled   amongst   the   circus   so   completely   that   it   seemed   less   like   the   absence   of   sound   than   the   careful   preservation   of   it,   as   though   even   the   hour   itself   had   grown   hesitant   to   disturb   what   grief   remained   awake .   sleep   had   long   since   abandoned   ragatha,   leaving   her   to   wander   without   destination   until   her   footsteps   drew   her   to   the   mouth   of   the   storage   tent .   there,   beneath   the   patient   weight   of   the   canvas,   pomni   lingered   in   quiet   silhouette   before   the   place   where   jax's   abstracted   form   had   been   confined,   her   stillness   so   complete   it   seemed   less   like   waiting   than   devotion   given   shape .   ragatha's   gaze   wandered   beyond   her   despite   herself,   gathering   only   fleeting   impressions   of   impossible   geometry   and   ceaseless   distortion   before   mercy   urged   her   eyes   elsewhere .   it   was   a   sorrow   that   resisted   language,   one   that   hollowed   familiarity   until   only   its   outline   remained .   yet   it   was   the   solitary   figure   standing   vigil   that   settled   most   heavily   upon   her   heart .   no   one   should   have   borne   such   quiet   alone .   the   realization   descended   through   her   with   the   unhurried   certainty   of   snow   upon   winter   branches,   and   after   allowing   the   silence   one   final   moment   to   remain   undisturbed,   she   approached   with   the   careful   cadence   of   someone   unwilling   to   ask   more   of   the   night   than   it   had   already   surrendered .

❝   ... pomni ... ?  ❞ 𓊆    🪡    𓊇   ⸺ she called softly, reluctant to disturb the fragile quiet that had settled between them . the doll lingered where she was instead of drawing any nearer, allowing pomni every opportunity to ignore her if solitude was what the jester truly needed . only then did ragatha speak again, her concern scarcely louder than the silence between them , ⸺   𓊆    🪡    𓊇  ❝  u - um ... are you ... doing okay ?  ❞

　　　　⤷ LOVE LETTER TO OSANA : someone’s been stalking me.

This wasn't ayano first time around with the tsundere worry claims about stalking, yet, osana admitting that statement to ayano without the ginger stuttering ayano knew this was probably serious.

So this was ayano new job　—　stopping stalkers　…　this was a low blow.　　Even if she was one herself, BUT THAT BESIDE THE POINT.

Transmission received from @bymifs ↳ do you think i'm irredeemable? (cosmo)

Ruby hues shift back at the other behind himself. He rarely spoke to those he didn't deem worth his time and well this was one of those situations.

❝ I do not voice my opinion in such matters. I only care about the information I am provided with and I don't care for it. Spy or not I will not allow information become known public. ❞ He had done things in his past. But after everything he knew who he was.

As for the Seedrian , he didn't know really what to make of her. He had to reserve his opinion.

ribbit couldn ' t help but smile . the new members of the circus usually take some time to figure out how to go about it in this new world they show up in . pomni though ? she was doing her best ! ribbit really did enjoy the vibe she had with her .

❝ mhm ! trust me , nothing can keep me down ! ❞ she smiles as she gets up , dusting herself off as she gives a thumbs up at pomni . ❝ you get used to caines adventures here after a while ! let me know if they get too much . ❞ they have to help each other out right ? ❝ how are you holding it up here though ? not too much of an info dump is it ? ❞

he hasn't met anyone like damien before. ( granted, no one since naim. ) someone who was so willing to try to help him. ( even though people told him over and over again that their was nothing they could do to stop it. ) so long as he was never alone, that usually put the entity at bay. though, that didn't stop the nightmares or the feeling of always needing to look over his shoulder. ( you never know if the entity becomes powerful enough to still fuck him up whenever someone else is around. ) not to mention, there is always the deep rooted fear that--.... perhaps the entity could change forms. ( god fucking forbid he get a crush on someone else. )

“Y-AAAH!” His own wails of terror echoed in his head long after the ride had come to a stop, blush pink and prominent as he climbed out of his seat the second the restraints were lifted. Those screams had came out nothing but humiliating— not nearly as ‘manly’ as he’d intended them to. But could anyone blame him? That rollercoaster had been way too high! Surely that was a health and safety risk, right?

Up ahead in the line of other thrill seekers, Satoshi could hear Seiko giggling to herself— no doubt tickled by his antics as she so often was. She’d definitely heard him back there, that much was clear. Her seat had only been two rows in front of his. But he couldn’t let her know how terrified he’d been, could he? She’d run back and tell Naomi! Plus, he already had too much of a reputation as a scaredy-cat as it was.