Weee! This one was fun :]

There were several things that Remus hated with a burning passion, namely cargo shorts and melted chocolate. However, Remus had quickly discovered that there was something else taking the number one spot.

Working at the annual summer fair was the bane of Remus’ existence. Each day, as he sat behind the control dashboard for the Tilt-a-Whirl, he fantasized about quitting. The amount of people wearing cargo shorts was absolutely sinful.

The day was droning on and on. Remus could feel himself getting sunburnt. As he shifted uncomfortably in his ugly polyester uniform, he found himself drifting happily into a daydream.

He wanted nothing more than to slip his boss a note saying I quit, you dickwad.

Suddenly, his blissful thoughts were interrupted.

“Dude, you look miserable.”

Remus looked up. There, before him, was a boy about seventeen, same as him. He was on the taller side with shoulder length black hair. There was something about him that said I’m hot, and I know it. He silently scolded himself as soon as he realized he had been raking over the stranger with his eyes.

“I am,” Remus said.

“Why? You’re working at a fair! I’d kill to work at a fair. It’d be so much better than my job. I deliver fucking pizzas,” said the guy. 

Remus could see that his friends, a skinny boy with glasses and a short, chubby one with sandy colored hair, were anxious to get on the Tilt-a-Whirl.

“This job sucks the soul out of you, although I probably wouldn’t be good at delivering pizza. I’d just eat them in the car. Also, I need to start the ride now,” Remus said.

“Right, sorry. We’ll be back later!” the boy said, smiling at him.

 Remus watched as he and his friends somehow managed to smush into a single cart. Although this was technically against the rules, Remus was too bitter to say anything. Screw this job.

Remus could hear the boys shouting at each other as the ride slowly began to move.

 “Move your fat ass over, Prongs!” the hot boy said to the guy with glasses.

 Prongs elbowed him, shouting, “No! You move your huge ego, Pads!”

What in the fresh hell are these names? Remus thought to himself.

As the carts began to move faster and faster, Remus could only hear snippets of their conversation.

The sandy haired boy looked like he was going to wet himself. “Guys, I think I might get sick.”

Pads snorted, “Wormtail, there’s a five-year-old girl in the next cart. Pull yourself together, man.”

The ride soon came to an end. Wormtail immediately dashed off of the ride, heading towards the bathrooms. Remus didn’t blame him. 

He watched as Pads and Prongs sauntered off the ride. Pads smiled at him as they left, and Remus wondered if he actually would be seeing him later.

***

Several hours passed, mid-afternoon dissolving into early evening. Remus was sipping on a large diet Coke, eavesdropping on families.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over him. Looking up, he realized that the hot guy and his friends were standing in front of him.

“Hey, Cute Guy.”

“Sirius, you are the least subtle person in the world,” Prongs said, rolling his eyes.

So, Sirius is his name, Remus thought to himself. Well, it’s better than Pads.

“Fuck off, James. Subtlety is my middle name.”

“It really isn’t, Padfoot,” said Wormtail. 

Sirius shoved him, “You are no help at all, Peter.”

As Remus watched the three of them bicker, he was reeling over the fact that Sirius called him cute.

“Uh, guys, I have to start the ride.”

“Oh, right! C’mon, you fuckers,” said Sirius as he pulled James and Peter to a cart. 

The ride went by smoothly, although he heard copious amounts of high-pitched shrieking from Peter.

As the boys were leaving the ride, Sirius left a  ripped piece of paper on the control dashboard. 

“I said I would be back,” Sirius said with a wink.

And with that, he left.

 Remus opened the folded paper, taking in the neat block letters and the telephone number underneath.

Call me! I think I can make you less miserable ;)

Remus smiled to himself. Maybe the fair wasn’t as bad as he thought.

Carnival AU

Every summer, Patton comes to town with his larger than life carnival to the sleepy town in Southern Texas. With him comes whimsy, happiness, and something to do in the hazy days between school years. He wears his bright clothes and gives infectious smiles, begging all to come watch his shows, ride the rides, and play the usually rigged games that somehow allow a lot of winners.

Logan comes with him and makes candy of all kinds. Legend has it his cotton candy is plucked straight from the sky and his chocolates can make anyone grin. His recipes are all stored in his head, and when he’s gone, he’ll leave no instructions behind to make his candies. It’s his pride and joy, and although he sometimes struggles with emotions, he uses his sweets to cheer people up when they get sad.

Born and raised a showman, Roman is the ringleader in all of the shows. He and Patton built the carnival from the ground up by themselves, and they’re proud of what they’ve made. Every show, he brings in audience members to give them gifts and present to them the joy of performance and allows them to partake in magic tricks and incredible stunts. All he wants it to bring more happiness to the world.

I,,

yeah

@sm-baby

I’m not sure how silly he is, or if he talks all that much-

But here’s him being mean and silly-

@berdlygaming-724 thank you for the inspiration, this one’s for you -v-

Here’s some goofy doodles of @sm-baby ‘s Carnival!Jax as a Dead By Daylight killer-

That being said, I’m uncomfortable with tagging this as Dead By Daylight fanart, A: because this isn’t my character B: because the media and fandom in which this idea that isn’t mine came from, is wildly different, so I’m just not gonna do that-

Head on down to the moving pictures for a swell time!