#tfc ringmaster

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Something I noticed while thinking about the story "The Freak Circus" is the constant use of the word freak.

The circus is even advertised as The Freak Circus of Horror.

But is something strange about that word...

There are actual literally monsters, biologically speaking. Yet the circus still uses that word, freak, instead something like monster, criature or simply say The Circus of Horror.

I think the word freak originally came from the Ringmaster. In the historical freak shows, the actors were called freaks to turn into spectacle rather than people.

So the Ringmaster may have used the word to minimize and control them.

Not monster. Just freaks.

After Columbina's death, the characters internalize that label.

Eating Columbina was the first step. Her eyes were pink. And the dolls we see in the circus are pink too, like the entire show has become a ritual of guilt.

The real Circus of Horror might not come to the monsters themselves. It might be the identity and guilt they feel.

The Ringmaster called freaks... And they started to believing it.

Even thought the Ringmaster is no longer present, the circus stille moves as he were there. Like a ghost...

We all excited to see it!!

I FINISHED IT HERE IT IS HERE!!!!!

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My spoiler warning thing doesn’t work well so it’s below this line!

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The large tents ceiling loomed above, the fabric straining over the old craggy poles. Patches of different circus tent colors splashed here and there in the dim flickering lighting.

The training tent was the oldest tent here..

And Jester, ( oh how part of him loathed that name) trailed his claws over the chain nearly strangling his throat. He almost couldn't breathe, each intake a rasp. Not even talk, oh no he wasn't allowed…

The ringmaster wouldn't allow that for the moment Jester could get a drop of his saliva in the human and whisper actual words.

Was the moment they'd all die. Simple as that. Not even the others knew how his hypnotism worked, clan secret..

But he could feel the way his body ached, the way his slit nostrils flared at the overwhelming smells on the dirt. The platform soaked in Pierrots fresh scent.

The tang of blood.

The other was entering his first rut since being here..And Jester was being 'trained' by the ringmaster...

If nobody was careful then the humans would kill Pierrot or learn unknowable things about their species. Jester didn't know what he'd do but anything to save Pierrot.

And anything to spite the MaN. Jester needed to get anybody to help Pierrot, by being a distraction. Anything please no here.

More than the humans already knew they couldn't be allowed to know more… Jester would speak no truths and no lies.

For what is a silent being but a multilated witness. His neck throbbed and he'd lift a hand to feel it but that wasn't allowed.

He'd would never heal the same, the starvation a weakening factor in it all. His voice was weaker now, his talking at night quieter and quieter to the others.

He tried to call out to Pierrot, to the others crooning, then choking out the primal calls.

His voice didn't even leaving the tent. Just bounched back gargled like stones through rapids.

His neck straining even further up as he arched it up trying to reply. Again and again.

But it was loud enough to reach HIM

The crack of a whip racing across his lower back had him arching claws digging in the dirt.

Tremors in his body as pain fuzzed there. Like tearing his skin and fuzz off strip by strip. With every lash.

He resisted any urges to show what the human wanted. His breath shook his chest as he tried to get more air in, but the pain left him light headed as he wheezed out most of it.

Not he started to choke trying to regain the air, but he couldn't. He couldn't do it, he couldn't no he couldn't.

He couldn't couldn't couldn't couldn't.

He gagged with nothing coming up, just gargled spit.

Pierrot Pierrot Pierrot Pierrot! He had to stay strong for him. For the others..

He was a selfish monster and some part of him wanted to no be alone here. To have a companion to grip claws with.

But no this human man who was circling him now, was the worst human to breathe Jester was sure.

monster society/community whatev exists

something (conflict: Grande Seca/humans/low resources etc.) occurred causing members to separate

Pierrot leaves, meets Harlequin, Doctor, TT and Columbina

Duos are Pierrot and Harlequin, Doctor and TT with Columbina being emotional center maybe

Columbina gets injured/weaker due to malnutrition or smth, becomes more human like

Jester joins last to the group, maybe indirectly causing conflict (between Pierrot and Harlequin, and Doctor and TT maybe) but becomes leader

Jester points out that Columbina may not survive making everyone aware of this

During a drastic situation, the ringmaster enters after learning about the folklore and stories

offers the troupe food and shelter, maybe even help to Columbina

then the ringmaster exploits them, leads to Columbina's cannibalization

Mr. Pringle:

Aquarious:

Mr. Mingle (Merrick)

Mikarael:

Mason:

Ringmaster:

THE RINGMASTER.

This is a TFC oc of mine! Which yes, she is related to the Ticket Taker hence their similar appearance and masks.

Since TFC is a Male centred game, Most players who play it are into men mainly.. which the Ringmaster comes into play. Throughout the gameplay in day 2-3 you are introduced to the Ringmaster , who is almost immediately infatuated with you. She is aware of the pins the player bares , and knows her place not to intervene on someone who’s already been claimed.. but she can’t help but yearn from the guidelines.

In short? The ringmaster doesn’t get her happy ending. She is made only to yearn, to suffer her cowardliness for not trying to persist the MC or fight against Pierrot/Harlequin.