#circus!ibvs

Okay, I've got my next boi down!

Or, bois XD

To start off strong, Chris developed Sedatephobia, a fear of silence. This is because of how he had been kidnapped into the circus, at midnight in dead silence. This phobia is so strong that Chris physically is incapable of sleeping at night in utter silence, he has to have something to negate it, which is usually why he's playing music in his room every night.

Charlie and Chris' performance dynamic is actually a bit strange. Yes it focuses on deadly weapons and such, but beneath the surface is an underlying tone of romance. Chris being the sweet kind of romance, whilst Charlie is the toxic kind. Their performance styles contrast hard with one another seeing as they're complete opposites, but in a way they worked extremely well together.

They have an aggressive and borderline demanding vigor when Charlie leads their routine, and sorrowful beauty when it's Chris. It's why the crowd loves 'em, they work well together, whilst contradicting each other's roles.

Aside from that, behind stage they don't exactly get along. They will argue when together quite a bit, and usually Charlie will be off doing whatever it is he does as a ghost/demon child thing, so Chris mostly spends his time practicing and working on his singing skills.

Chris and Isaac are the main and backup vocalists for every performance that it's neccessary, so they also have a schedule of vocal routines and lessons they have to partake in every day to make sure they're talent doesn't die out. Chris, when he has free time, will openly spend time with Isaac, hanging out and regularly singing with him whenever they feel like.

But this was before he got to know Nevin.

And there's a reason behind him falling out on Isaac like the original did.

Chris' phobia, after a while, will begin to spiral into chaos. Every second of silence has him twitching, every sudden noise will make him jump, make him summon that sword and strike. And not only has his phobia gone awry, but so has his control over his power. It's complicated, but I'll explain as best as I can.

You see, Chris and Charlie still have this sort of tether, a slim string keeping them bound as one may say. This in turn, because of how their core's were split up like this without much preparation or anything, began to corrupt them in a way. Again, kinda hard to explain, but I'll attempt.

When Cory had split their souls, the kid hadn't been able to do so all the way. Sure, it split up their powers and watever it was that happens in the original book (Since I still don't know yet), but it came unexpectedly, they weren't prepared for the sudden shift in core energy. Their souls weren't prepared for the change.

I like to say that their souls fed off of each other. And it can be undone, absolutely, but because that was never done beforehand, their souls refused. Refused to be broken apart, even when their owners still desperately want to separate.

I'm getting somewhere with this, I promise XD.

Because they are still partially tethered and their souls weren't completely severed, it began to mess and corrupt their souls. The smaller in intake of each other's energy, the more erratic and out of hand their powers become. Chris, realizing this after a few...incidents, found it better to stay away from Isaac, because he didn't want to end up hurting him, or if worse comes to worst, killing him.

But Nevin wasn't like Isaac. Nevin was different because of his power, his is more unpredictable than Chris' unstable power, and it's like that in a way, that Chris knows Nevin won't get hurt by his crazy powers. It's not like he doesn't trust Isaac, he trusts and cares for Isaac like another brother.

He just can't risk it, he doesn't believe Isaac will be safe around his sporadic power, whereas Nevin has experience dealing with that kind of craziness, because he has a similar problem. He didn't tell Isaac, he didn't want Isaac to worry, but clearly he was unaware of how Isaac had felt about his actions.

Anyways, now that I've finally explained all that, we can move on!

Chris doesn't often get thrown into Solitary Confinement, this only happens when he goes way to crazy if his sedatephobia kicks in, which is at the very early hours of the morning if he manages to fall asleep in silence. He'll have his panic attacks and destroy everything, causing him to be put in Solitary Confinement until further notice.

I don't really have much else to say about Chris, but I can give a list of all the people who have gone into Solitary confinement from most to least.

1.Edward

2.Nevin

3.Chris

4.Barry

5.Drew

6.Isaac

Edward needed to practice first thing in the morning, it was his normal routine.

Sometimes Edward had to wonder why the norm had to be so strict. He didn't dwell on it though, heels clicking as he walked through the circus. Nobody should be up at the time, the sun hadn't even begun to rise, so Edward was all alone. It wasn't like he minded though, who cares if nobody was up, no one but Barry would have even considered being around him anyways.

Edward stifled a small yawn as he treaded casually through the grass, passing tents and empty stands as he went along. Combing through his hair, Edward spared a few glances around the place, as if hoping he'd see something so early in the morning. And of course, there was nothing different, just him, the tents and the outdoors. Not a single soul in sight...

Edward slowed down, staring down at the dew covered ground.

Who was he trying to fool? Of course he wasn't fine with being alone, it hurt. It hurt that nobody wanted to be around him, and he wasn't taking Barry's kindness for granted, not at all. He just wished the other performers wouldn't judge him so harshly. He was the ring master after all, and yet nobody wanted to give him an ounce of respect!

No, Edward knew they would never give him any respect, he simply hadn't earned it yet. But how was he supposed to do that? Nobody would believe what he tried to tell them, saying he was spouting all this bullshit- it was far from bullshit! Edward knows what he's doing, they just won't believe him.

The teen clenched his teeth, hands balling into fists as he stomped off hastily, not wanting to dwell on it anymore. He didn't want to think about it, less he get even more riled up then he was already. Edward let out a growled breathe as he ran a hand through his hair, gripping and pulling at it for a moment before smoothing it back out. It took a bit of walking to arrive at his tent, the exterior colored in blue and red with a few yellow accents.

He took a moment to stare it down, foot tapping against the ground as he narrowed his eyes. Stepping onto the concrete, he walked over and pushed the curtain aside, strolling inside. It was rather dark in the enormous tent, but Edward easily maneuvered through the inky black, knowing where the light was. A few steps later and he came across the light button, letting out a tiny huff as he pressed it.

The lights came on instantly, the ringmaster squinting his eyes a bit from the sudden brightness, scowling as he did so. Once his eyes had adjusted, Edward walked over to the control panel, turning it on as his eyes wandered to the netted hoop hanging from the middle of the tent. Whirling sounds started up as contraption shook a bit, jostling the hoop as it was brought down.

Now he just had to select the song he'd been practicing with since last week. His next performance was to happen by Monday at twelve o' clock and end by four two weeks later, but he'd gotten atleast most of it down already, he just had to get the end sequence right and he'd be all set to just go through the motions. He'd practice the expressions afterwards.

Edward stopped for a moment, cursing under his breathe as he left the podium where the control panel was. He'd forgotten to set up the safety net, God knows what could happen if he forgot, there was no way he was asking Drew to heal him. Finding his way to the supply closet, Edward fished for the key on the top of the door frame, quickly slotting it into the lock and unlocking it.

Placing the key back were it was, Edward opened the supply closet and wandered inside, flicking on the light and looking around. It took a bit of digging through various hoops, whips and other equipment before he found it, pulling it out and holding the bundle under his arm as he turned on his heel, walking back out. as he made his way to the one side, Edward uncurled the net and began to flap it out, going over to one of the metallic rods placed in the ground.

Finding the corner of the safety net, Edward hooked one of the holes on the rod, repeating that a few more times before he backed away. Thankfully there was a smaller platform on the rod to ensure that the net didn't slide down it, so he didn't have to worry about that.

It didn't take much effort to finish securing the the net, hopping up onto it for a test run. He looked down at the net, noticing how his heels didn't fall through the stretchable holes. He found it pretty funny how lucky he was when wearing heels, he had yet for them to fall through any holes. Edward let out a small snicker, casually making his way to the other side of the net, passing his hoop with an unvolentary bounce in his step from the bouncy net. It worked a bit like a trampoline, which was another thing that amused Edward.

When he got back to the panel, Edward tapped his foot against the podium, searching on the recorded history of it for the song he had used. Thankfully it was somewhere near the top, so he didn't have to scroll through the millions of songs he had performed with before.

Quickly taking a glove from the panel, he pulled on, glancing down at the button on the back of it before going back and selected the song he found, high-tailing it to the hoop as the machine started up. Edward made a mad jump as the hoop rose, latching onto the bottom and pulling himself up to the top of it, balancing on it easily as it swung a bit from the force. Once it stopped swinging, Edward positioned himself just like before, waiting with anticipation for the music to begin.

'Lean On by Major Lazer, Featuring DJ Snake.' Spoke the robotic voice from the panel.

The beat began as the hoop swung, Edward following his routine as the music really started up. His mind got lost in the excitement, swinging through the air as he'd spine and dance on the hoop, his body flying through the motions effortlessly. He'd flip from the top to bottom, twisting and turning as he'd hang by even a single heel. Edward couldn't help but smile, even as he'd fly and swing so dangerously high, the adrenaline was exilerating and it was something he loved.

As he neared the end, he had to remind himself which part he had failed to get down, swift hands pulling himself down to the bottom of the hoop as he threw his lower half up, twisting his heel into the net of it. Edward took a deep breathe as he began going through the motion, letting his body swing over like all the other times he tried.

And just like all the other times, his heel came loose from the net. Just like before, Edward was sent hurtling for the safety net with terrifyingly fast momentum. And just like before, he let out a loud curse of surprise when he impacted it, bouncing for a moment as the music continued.

Giving a deadpan, Edward pressed the button on the glove with a huff of annoyance, the song stopping abruptly as the hoop came swinging down, Edward standing as he grabbed onto it.

'Repeat.' that same voice called out.

And so, Edward began the same shit. Going through the motion, flying through the sequence up to that same part. And he failed every single time, fall after fall, yet he'd start again and again, growing more determined by the fail. He had to have gone through the routine more then twenty times, not a single break being taken between each. He wasn't stopping until he got it down, Edward absolutely had to be ready for the next performance, he couldn't miss it. Not this time.

Minutes turned to hours, yet time never was revelant to Edward. At some point, Edward had tried changing his heels, from three inch to four, then four to five, five to six all the way up to his ten inch. Nothing seemed to help hook the heel to the net, and Edward became frustrated the more he tried. Different techniques to tie the net to his heel, Edward going through even his most complicated ones to help stay on the hoop.

And then he got stuck.

It wasn't intentional, maybe it was his karma for trying to tie the heel to the net too fast, but he got stuck either way. So close to his goal, but now he was just hanging there, eye twitching as he grit his teeth.

"DAMNIT!!" He shouted out, twisting his upper body to grab onto the hoop, grumbling under his breathe as he fiddled with the knot. One of the things he hated about tying it like this had to be the fact that he could barely ever remember how to undo it, which in turn only made his blood boil.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He growled lowly, hands becoming more jerky by every failed attempt. Should he call for help? Maybe Barry was around somewhere, some people should be up by now right? No, he didn't want to risk someone other than Barry coming to find out who the fuck was screaming so loud at a time like this, only to see their very own ringmaster caught in a net by the heel of his shoe.

He couldn't even take off his heel, the thing was belted securely to his leg with the aesthetic (that Edward will die with) of a lock on it that Edward locked for extra security. The key was on the panel.

Edward let out a frustrated huff as his body went limp, just casually swinging upside down as he tried to assess what he'd do now. How was he supposed to get Barry? He left his phone at his tent so he couldn't call, and even then he wouldn't have been able to reach it cause there was no way in fuckery he was gonna practice with his phone in his damn pocket. That thing would have been sent flying by the very first spin. So what was he supposed to do?

"This was not what I thought I'd see."

Edward jolted when he heard a familar voice, scowling as he looked over to the entrance to see a certain fire dancer at the tent opening. Why did it have to Beamer? Why in the name of everything did it have to be Beamer?

"Why are you here?" Edward muttered as Isaac strutted inside the tent, examining his situation with an indifferent expression. "I heard you shout. Didn't expect to see you like this though." He simply replied, arms crossed as Edward let out a gruff sigh. "Jesus Christ." Edward spoke, already feeling the blood rush to his head.

"Jesus Christ indeed." Isaac echoed as he went over to the control panel, Edward raising an eyebrow as he did so. "And what are you doing, Beamer?" He asked. "Getting you down, what's it look like?" He replied, looking over the panel for a moment as Edward scoffed.

"I'm surprised that you even have the decency to help somebody." He said as Isaac pressed a few buttons. "Well, I coooould just toss you around like a ragdoll..." Isaac trailed as Edward gave him a stern glare. "Don't you try it, Beamer." Edward spoke in a warning tone, much to isaac's unaffected attitude. "And what are you gonna do huh Error? Beat me to a pulp?" Isaac said as he leaned against the panel.

"You can't even touch me right now." Edward hated how right Isaac was, growling as his eye twitched. "I hope you get raped by an ostrich." He spoke, a deadpanned tone of anger laced heavily in every word. "And I hope you get mawled by a hippo, but that's just wishful thinking." Isaac rolled his eyes as he went back to messing with the panel. "Be careful with that Beamer, you don't even know how to use it." Edward spoke, hoping to all God Isaac didn't end up busting the damn thing.

"Oh? Well why don't ya tell me, all mighty 'ring leader'?" Isaac mocked as he looked it over again, trying to figure out how it worked. "Oh when I get the FUCK down there Beamer, your baby-making days will be over before they even begin!" The Ringmaster yelled out, to Isaac's offense.

"Wow okay, maybe I won't let you down." The fire dancer huffed as he got off the podium, Edward's face going white as a sheet at the realization. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he shouldn't have said that, fuck Beamer, fuck his anger issues, fuck life right now!

"Oh my God- FINE!! What do you want me to do!?" Edward shouted, his head beginning to feel a bit dizzy from the blood as Isaac turned around, a smug look on his face. "Don't be an asshole for a whole week, and give me a hundred bucks." He immediately said, stalking right back up to the podium as Edward inhaled slowly.

"Fine." He muttered loud enough for the other to hear. "Red button to the far left of the panel on the first row, third row green button at the far right, white button on the second row in the dead center, then hit the black button at the far right in the bottom corner."

Isaac followed those instructions to a T, the contraption jerking for a moment before the hoop began to lower down, much to Edward's relief as he touched down on the net. The blood finally escaped his head as he sat up, Isaac walking over as he began to attempt untying his heel from the net. Isaac hopped onto the net, casually strutting over and plopping down in front of Edward.

"Let me see that." He huffed, batting Edward's hand away (much to the other's annoyance) as he took to getting rid of the knot. They sat in awkward silence for a while until Isaac was able to get it off, Edward looking away with a small huff of embarrassment.

"I..." He trailed off, looking between Isaac and the net as Isaac rose a brow. "...Thank you." He grumbled, ears hot and cheeks flushed as he moved away, standing up walk back to the panel. "Wait, what?" Edward deadpanned and turned to look at a very confused and amused Isaac.

"We made a deal, Beamer. I don't break deals." He responded, turning his head away and getting off the net as he went over to the panel, grabbing the key as he sighed in defeat, ears still tinted a fresh red blush, completely unaware of the beetred dancer behind

"I'll go get my wallet."

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Oh, I don't mind answering any questions you throw!

Question one, Edward actually uses one of those Ariel Hoops that Ariel Silk performers use sometimes, he simply cross-hatched his strings onto it to give a bigger challenge to himself, but he will use normal ariel hoops when the time calls for it.

Second, Of course they know about their powers ^^! It'd be real contradictory if they didn't, since this ringmaster needs them to use their powers to spice up their performances every time. The audience just thinks it's really good prop work-

Okay! Should have probs explained at some point!

I haven't done the rest, because I'm hella lazy and my mind has just yeet itself into the gutter of Danganronpa, so it'll take a while before I can motivate myself to finish the others.

Second question, It's easy! Nevin and Drew do tightrope and on the occasion, ariel silks. Just generally anything about being dangerously high in the air. Barry actually acts as an all around, I think I mentioned Edward being that too, but I don't remember. Barry's their most all around, as well as the one who helps supervisors come up with the actual performances and stuff.

Although his main MAIN act is being the lion tamer, or in his case, Animal Tamer, since he deals with an assortment of animals. He just has a preference for the felines.

And the third question, honestly this is just me trying to find every way to make Edward suffer because I love him, so ___ may or may not have a sliiiightly unhealthy obsession with him. They see potential in him that drives them absolutely feral, knowing what they're trying to achieve is JUST in reach, and the best person to achieve that, is Edward.

So they gave him the initials, as a sign of....ownership, is the best way to describe it. They want to find any other way to trap him in, the initials were just the start.

Surprising how I got so invested in ibvs that I made an Au for it-

I've got like, one of the down right now, which is Isaac. Yeeeeeeah, he's a fire dancer XD This is his debut flyer.

This is sorta kinda inspired by carelesscreativity's showtime book on wattpad (if you haven't read it, I recommend it. The book is very angsty XD), but with major differences. I've got some lore to share about it too.

Basically, the IBVS cast (Isaac, Edward, Chris and Charlie, Nevin, Drew and Barry) get discovered of their powers by a circus owner, a cruel one. Barry doesn't have powers but bare with me I can explain-

They get hunt down and kidnapped one by one, starting with Edward and ending with Isaac, Barry was taken because of his direct knowledge of their powers, so they suspect they can get something out of him about them. They're taken into the circus and brainwashed into forgetting not only their highschool experiences together, but each other as a whole. So they basically have to start all over again.

Here's the thing though, they still aren't out of highschool.

Taken at the beginning of a three month summer vacation, the circus owner (who I still have yet to find a name for) pays people to make machines that brainwash them, as well as force muscle memory into their body's, hence why they can do all this stuff. They are quick to gain popularity within the first month, seeing as the manager keeps packing their already demanding schedules with performances to do. So they don't usually get times off.

Another things is that they don't even remember anyone in school nor the people that raised them, and Edward doesn't remember Geno either, same for Chris with Phineas and Barry with Stacy. So they go about their new lives, completely unaware of what happened before.

Well...for the most part.

You see, the owner keeps an especially close eye on Edward, and for good reasons too. The gut feelings he'd have? There's more too it, he can also sense when something isn't right in a sort of supernatural way, but not at the same time. He's been onto their boss ever since the beginning, and refuses to believe he isn't doing something vile.

The cast will periodically also have dreams. Dreams of their highschool times, dreams of things that took place in the actual story and all. Edward was immediately suspicious, but the others would wave it off as nothing but dreams they happen to remember.

This is where punishment comes into play. Anyone out of line by either misbehaving, giving accusations of the owner, or just generally not following the rules will be thrown into a completely white room, inspired by the 'Solitary Confinement' angst-shot I wrote not too long ago. Edward is the one in there the most, whilst Isaac has yet to even glance at it's doors.

Edward is in there the most because he developed really, really bad anger issues whilst in the circus, because nobody will believe him when he tries to express his thoughts on the boss, and how he must be up to something. He's almost constantly an emotional wreck of rage, ready to blow at even the smallest problem.

It's not entirely his fault, because he has reason to be mad.

Usually they're actually granted a few days off, but they're often time under heavy watch of their health, and as soon as they get better it's right back to practicing.

And sometimes some of them (*Cough cough* FreakShow and Disaster *Cough Cough*) will power through the sickness and practice despite it, because they don't want to fall behind, they don't want to fall out of such a meticulous schedule.