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And Harlequin had happened to overhear and ask Jester to come along too, to which he allowed. Under the strict eyes of Ticket Taker. He didn't agree to no such thing, never offered, wasn't even in the conversation but was still dragged along.

So, there he was. Monitoring the chaotic and childish duo as they bickered down the street until the three of them reached the cafe.

It was a slow business this afternoon, there weren't any customers at the moment and Perriot and Harlequin had found the Red Ticket guest at the front. Ticket Taker allowed the two to swarm the guest, giving a simple nod of acknowledgement towards the poor guest while he took a seat at a booth in the corner.

The soothing jazz music that played in the background had been drowned out by the loud conversations of arguing, fighting, and tension caused by the green-red circus members. Ticket Taker lets out a sigh of frustration and closed his eyes, feeling a migraine form.

He held his head in his hands, massaging his temples. Suddenly he heard a voice call out to him, "Excuse me, sir?"

Ticket Taker opened his eyes and glanced up, he assumed it was the Red Ticket guest but to his surprise it was a different person. He blinked, not expecting a different worker.

He thought there had only been three, well, two workers that resided here. Not an additional. He straightened his posture and cleared his throat, "May I help you?" He asks you, who raised a brow.

"I should be asking you that." You had a look of concern written on your face, in spite of the mask that covered his face, you noticed from his body language he was exhausted. "A migraine?" You guessed as you moved to the table across from him to wipe down.

He gave a nod to which you chuckled, "It is quite noisy." Referring to the trio behind her. He observed the way you move, trying to sense any malice behind your eyes. But found nothing, for now. A sudden yell was heard in the background that stimulated another sharp pain in Ticket Taker's head, you immediately looked up to glance at your fellow friend and two of the men absolutely berating each other.

Glancing back at Ticket taker, your frown deepened before you decided dissolving the fight was important. Ticket taker shut his eyes tightly, the voices began to blur and a sharp ringing filled his ears. He didn't even notice you walking over until you spoke, "Sir."

He suddenly grabbed your wrists and whipped his head to face you, his eyes filled with annoyance and disdain until realizing it was only you, he immediately pulled away, "Ah, I apologize... I thought-" You interrupted him with a gentle smile. "It's alright." You reassured, setting a mug down.

Ticket taker looked at the tea in front of him, his eyes went wide. Perhaps you had made a mistake, though, no one else apart from him and the others were present. "Is this...?" You nodded.

"It's for you." He glanced back down, the mild scent filled his sense and he softened his eyes. "Chamomile?" He asks as he brings the mug to his face to waft. You were a bit taken a back at his correct guess but nevertheless nodded, "I would've given you peppermint, however, the shipment for the other teas is yet to arrive." He would've taken a sip, though considering he couldn't drink through a mask he could only enjoy the floral scent. He set the mug down, "I'll drink this later." You tilted your head in confusion before realizing he couldn't remove his mask. "Ah... would you like a straw? To... perhaps drink under your mask?" It was a silly suggestion. Ticket taker let out a quiet chuckle under his breath and shook his head, "That's alright, a to-go cup would suffice." Your ears burned with embarrassment, 'Of course... why didn't I think of that.' Taking the mug of tea away you shuffled back to the counter. Your actions made Ticket Taker smile at the sight.

You poured the tea into the paper cup and returned with his beverage. "Let me know if you need anything else." Ticket Taker took the drink and nodded, "Thank you..." He glanced at your name tag, "(Y/N)" The name rolled off his tongue like silk. You smiled and walked away, not noticing the glint of interest of growing interest in his eyes. ꩜

Ticker taker checked his watch and noticed it was time to leave, and perfect timing as the cafe was filling up with customers. "You two. It's time to head out." Much to the duos dismay, they left the cafe as he followed behind.

You had returned to the front holding a brown bag of tea leaves. Glancing around you noticed that the vibrant circus members weren't present. "Did they leave?" You asked your co-worker who nodded, pointing the window to see they were walking off. "What's-" Before your friend could say anything, they found you sprinting down and out the cafe. Leaving them confused. "Excuse me!" You called out. Ticket Taker looked behind him to see you panting, you heaved, gosh you needed to work on your stamina. You raised a finger to signal him to stop as you took your time to catch your breath, "Sorry. I..." You exhaled loudly before standing up straight and handing over a bag.

He raised a brow, "What is this?" He rotated the bag, checking for it contents. "It's chamomile tea leaves." You answered, "Just in case you have another migraine." Ticket Taker was impressed with your dedication to his health, you barely knew him yet... he smiles fondly.

"I appreciate it. Have a good day, love." You stood there for a minute. Watching him leave.

When trio returned to the circus, Jester had been waiting at the entrance. He glanced at the two who hurriedly shuffled inside then to Ticket taker. Jester eyed the bag and the cup of tea in the others hand, "Oh? What this?" Taking the bag from Ticket taker's hand and opened it. "Tea leaves." "From whom? The guest?" Ticket taker shook his head causing Jester to raise a curious brow. "It was... somebody else. An employee at the cafe." Ticket taker responded, as Jester returned the bag to him. Jester hummed, "A new human, huh?" Observing the eldest, he smirked. "I know that expression. You've grown an interest to them, haven't you?" Ticket taker flinched. Nothing really escaped his line of sight. Jester trudged closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Bil, I'd advised you to be cautious, coming from family and nothing more." Patting the man's shoulder once more, he walks away. Ticket taker wasn't one to fall in love with a human, interested? Yes, but love wasn't his forte. Heading back to his tent, Ticket taker set the items down at his desk. He took off his mask and top hat, ruffling his hair. "You've grown an interest to them, haven't you?" He sat down and leaned against his chair. Has he? He reflected on the earlier encounters, remembering the curve of their lips and the pink of color on their ears when they grew embarrassed. Even the shape of their eyes and the way it shimmered under the rays of sunshine. He inhaled deeply, conflicted. Ticket taker sat up and reached for the cup of coffee, he took a sip. The warm liquid easing his thoughts, '(Y/N)...' He pondered, your smile flashed in his mind. He closed his eyes, it was... pretty. He was interrupted by reality, forgetting he couldn't focus on trivial matters. 'How foolish to think a human has captured my eyes...' Although, he knew he couldn't deny the affect that human had on him. Sitting in silence, he peeked over at the bag of tea leaves by his night stand. 'Perhaps I'll visit again tomorrow.' He pondered with a small smile on his face.

"Your bottom lip is trembling though." He pointed out. You were fully aware of it, but you weren't entirely sure if it was due to the fall or from the way he was inching closer to you every minute. 

"I'm really okay, Silas. Things happen." Suddenly, he moved closer. You were taken aback at the abrupt course of action. Your faces were inches away, and you pondered. 'Is he going to kiss me?' 

You stared into his emerald eyes, noting how he stared at you lovingly, observing every detail on your moonlit cast face. Catching your ogling, he wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you towards him. Your bodies were pressed against each other and you could feel his warm breath against your neck. 

Gosh. You usually weren't one to indulge at night, yet how could you not? He was just...  

You swallowed hard, 'Fuck it.' You slammed your lips against his. A yelp escaped his lips and he was momentarily caught by surprise. However, he found himself melting into your kiss and slipped his tongue past your soft lips. He immediately took over your mouth, his tongue dancing to a tango with yours. 

He groaned into your mouth and you struggled to keep up with his pace. 'Fuck... he's, he's intense.' You thought while a mewl left your lips. He cupped your face, his touch warm and pleasant. You rest your hands against his chest, further leaning into his touch. 

Suddenly, something hard pressed against your abdomen. Snapping Silas out of his trance. He quickly pulled away, his face and ears flushed from embarrassment. "Sorry...I need to calm down a little." He apologised; avoiding eye contact. 

You were stuck in a daze, your lips swollen and breathing heavy. You stared at him with half-hooded eyes as he sat up, hurriedly walking towards the stairs. But, you weren't going to let him leave that easily. 

He felt you grab his wrist, he looked back seeing your annoyed expression. "Why are you going?" You asked, looking up at him with drunk, dazed eyes. He smiled nervously, "To the bathroom..." 

"To?" 

"Wash my face." 

"..." Your eyes drifted from his face towards his crotch. He was covering it with the hem of his sweater. "What an awful liar you are..." Before he could process your sentence, you pulled him back onto the bed. He fell forward and found you on top of him with one hand pining his arms over his head. 

Your ass rubbed against his painfully stiff hard-on. He stuttered our your name, his eyes wide and his mind in a state of panic. "(Y-Y/N)!" He felt your hips grind against him and his back arched off the mattress. You began to pepper his neck with kisses and nibbles, relishing in the way his squirmed beneath you.

With your other hand, you lifted his shirt, fingers ghosting his hot skin. Silas was vulnerable beneath your touch, unable to process anything that was happening. Of course, he could easily overpower you by strength. Yet, his legs felt weak and all he could focus on was the feeling of your clothed pussy grinding against his stiff erection. He inhaled sharply when you pinched at his nipples, his dick twitched in his pants. "(Y/N)... sunshine. Please. Ah!-" You sunk your teeth into his shoulder, drawing blood. 

He bit the bottom of his lip to hold back a moan. You hummed against his skin, admiring the mark you left. "(Y/N)..." You looked down on him. His face was glistened with sweat and cheeks flushed a deep red. His hair tousled and lip swollen from biting it. The cute sight of him made you smirk, you laughed softly at his pathetic state. 

"Look at you... pathetic." You spat while continuing to rut on him. He let out a hiss, gazing up with pleading eyes to free him from the unbearable torture. 

Suddenly, you lifted yourself off his hips and pulled away. He was curious to what you were doing, "(Y/N), what are you..." He felt you pull his pants down, tossing the fabric onto the floor. Using your teeth, you teasingly pulled down his boxers. He desperately tried to stop you, but you tightly grasped his wrists.

His cock sprung free from it's confined and you admired it's length. Curved, the tip was flushed, precum dripping from the slit of the fat cock head. Under your gaze, it twitched. You could only imagine how it would feel against your slick cunt, feeling him stretch you open and fill your womb completely. The idea alone made the walls of your pussy clench around nothing. 

"You're so big..." You chuckled out, one hand barely able to wrap around his girth. "They way it twitches under my touch... begging. Pleading." Silas whined softly when your lips grazed his cock. 

"Love, please. Just, ah... stop teasing." Silas begged, his voice strained as he stopped himself from forcefully shoving himself into your pretty little mouth. Hearing his words, you finally gave him a taste. 

You gave him a couple strokes before you kissed the base of his cock, trailing up towards the angrily flushed tip. Your tongue swirled around his fat head, moaning at the string taste of his pre-cum. Silas reached out for your head, his fingers tangled up with your hair.

He let out a satisfied groan, slowly bucking his hips. Another chuckle left your lips. You tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ear before taking his length. Silas clenched his fist, his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your throat clenching around his dick, it was so warm. 

Another chuckle left your lips. You tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ear before taking his length. Silas clenched his fist, his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your throat clenching around his dick, it was so warm.

He guided your head to swallow his entire cock. Every gag made his dick twitch in delight. He propped himself up, watching you slurp and drool all over him, your head bobbed up and down. Eyes glossy with tears and lust. 

"Yeah... that's it. Fuck." He praised. Gradually, he began to thrust into your mouth. He took your head, pushes his hips forward to take control. Your hands gripped his waist, and a muffled whine left your throat.

Silas starts with long and slow thrusts, allowing you to adjust to the pace before he roughly thrusted his entire cock to the back of throat. He throws his head back, "Damn it. I'm close..." 

You hummed, sending electric vibrations through his veins. He clenched his jaw, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he inches closer to his release. You were soaking wet, your clit twitched and ached for the same treatment, your pussy simply dripping with slick.

As for your mouth? It was on fire, your jaw was beginning to ache and grow tired and you swore you've lost your gag reflex from slobbering up and down his cock. 

Clawing at Silas's hips, he clutched your hair. "I'm gonna cum. You better swallow it, alright sunshine? I, ah... I'm gonna," With one last forceful thrust, he pressed your face against his pelvis and thick, hot ropes of cum coated your throat. You shuddered at the salty taste, swallowing and drinking every drop. 

Silas pulled out, stroking his length as some cum dropped into your face. You groaned, licking your lips. He panted, his face filled with satisfaction. He noticed the way your thighs rubbed together to create friction between your legs.

Gently pushing you down, he smirks at the sight of your soaked shorts. "Well, someone needs a helping hand." Reaching for the waistband of your shorts, he began to peel the fabric off. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

"Please, ate! No one else can go! Not even yung boyfriend ko! You are my only hope." She clasped her hands together, her eyes filled with desperation. The day of the circus performance was tomorrow night, and that night was your day off. You were not wasting a good nights' sleep watching some performance and eating food that could potentially be poisoned. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you grumbled.

"If nobody can go, the go by yourself, Angie." You leaned into your chair, picking at the cold chicken dinner. "Wala akong energy. I don't have any energy, Angie." You sighed out. "Besides, ayaw kong manood ng mga...creepy clowns."

Angela groaned, she slammed her hands onto the table and leaned forward. "Ate, kahit minsan lang. One time only!" Noticing how you wouldn't budge, she thought long and hard for a solution.

Then, she had it. "I'll take your night and morning shift on Monday and Tuesday...Para makatulog ka. Think about it." The deal made you pause. Your eyes narrowed,

"One time only, right?" You clarified. She nodded profusely.

After a moment of silence, you let out a quiet sigh. "Sige. One time lang." You confirmed.

So, there you were. Waiting in line with Angela at the front of the Freak Circus. You were exhausted, however, you downed 4 shots of espresso to keep yourself alert. You mindlessly listened to her ramble on and on about something. Seeming to be fantasizing about getting one of the members autographs. 'This is the same girl with a boyfriend.' You thought, shaking your head in disbelief.

"May I have your tickets." A soothing voice asked. You turned around, meeting a figure with a top hat and a drama mask on his face. He had a certain type of aura that drew you in, but his eyes beneath the mask held no warmth or emotional. Rather, it bore into her soul.

He cleared his throat, you snapped out of your trance. "Ah, right." You handed over the two yellow tickets, the man stamped them and returned the paper to you.

"Enjoy your visit." You gave a nod, quietly thanking him and proceeding ahead with an ecstatic Angela by your side.

You already felt overwhelmed from the buzzing atmosphere, but followed behind Angela towards the purple tent. There was a long line up, and it seemed the show was going to begin in a few. "Hurry up, ate! I want to get a seat at the show." Angela ushered you along. However, while walking towards the purple tent. Another one caught your attention. You stopped in your tracks, looking up at the looming Cyan tent, which lacked visitors. Angela looked back to see you were standing still, staring. "(Y/N), let's go!" She called out to you. You glanced at her then back at the tent. "You go ahead. I'll visit this first." You smiled tiredly. She seemed disappointed but nodded, "Okay! But, meet me at the green tent though! I want to at least watch one thing with you." You nodded and waved goodbye, watching her push through the crowd of people. Once she was out of your line of sight, you approached the entrance of the cyan tent. Only to be met with what you could only assume was an 'assistant.' There were no words spoken, simply a contract handed to you. You raised a brow, 'What type of activity is happening within the tent that needs a consent form.' You thought, taking the contract and reading it over. You were simply skimming through the contents until something caught your eye. 'We aren't liable for any injuries during this attraction.' 'Injuries?!' Your brows furrowed and suddenly the exhaustion had disappeared. You brought the clipboard closer to your face, wondering if it was the lack of sleep or if the contract really claimed such. OBEY THE DOCTOR AND YOU'LL BE FINE.

was written in big, bold letters at the bottom of the page. 'What type of fucked up circus is this. Is this some sort of kink attraction?!' You were internally stressed out but decided to swallow your pride. You were already here.

Besides... It's just a circus. Right?

You hesitantly handed back the form, and the assistant stood by the entrance of the tent. Seeming to be waiting for something, or perhaps someone. After a few minutes passed of standing, you see someone stumble out of the tent, white as a paper, while rubbing their arms with a look of pure terror. 'How reassuring.' You deadpanned, on signal. The circus assistant motioned towards the entrance. Upon entering, you notice a pair of glowing eyes boring into you with a singular, faint stadium light beside the figure. You remained still at the entrance.

"Don't be shy, dear patient, come closer." A voice called out.

The deep voice has caught you off guard. Taking a single step, a bunch of heads faced you. You flinched when multiple eyes appeared. They were everywhere, surrounding the area with an audience of what seemed to be puppets. "Oh, that? Don't mind them." "I promise they won't bite you. Well..." He paused, "Not anymore." You could practically feel a sinister smile. 'WOW! I've never felt MORE comforted in my life!' You sarcastically thought. A pathway had lit up for you and your already anxious self had almost yelped at the sight. "Putangina." You murmured under your breath whilst walking down the aisle. At the end, you were met with a chair and instruments used for surgery. Without further instruction you took off your coat and hung it on the back of the chair and rolled your sleeves. There was no turning back. You sat down and a sweet incense filled your nose. You couldn't distinguish the scent but it was awfully overwhelming. You held back a cough and kept your composure, however your small frown gave your thoughts away. A low chuckle echoed within the tent, they seemed to be amused by your reaction. "You wanted to run off didn't you? It's fine, no one really likes visiting the doctor." The line was ironic to you, considering you had to work alongside one. You were a nurse after all. A towering figure approached you, but before you could look up you noticed you were being strapped onto the chair. 'Putragis!' Many thoughts urgently scrambled in your head. You were confused, scared, perhaps more worried than anything else. 'Am I a sacrifice? Yo, am I being experimented on?!'

You looked up, though the darkness covered the Doctor's face. He secured the straps snugly and you couldn't help but ask, "Any reason for possibly confining me in this chair for a... checkup, Doctor?" He hummed at your question, "It's part of procedure. I don't want you to freak out and run off." His answer made you incredibly nervous, your mind bringing you back to the consent form given at the front entrance. 'He actually might gut me alive. Holy crap.' He secured your left wrist, then tightened the strap on your right, "After all, you can injure yourself. There are dangerous instruments in an office." You would like to argue that strapping his patient down to a chair would freak the patient even more, but you knew better than to speak out when there was a clear need for obedience. You listened quietly, trying not to make direct eye contact with one of the puppets in the background. You noticed faint blood stains on his gloves, which wouldn't be noticeable at first since it blended in with the fabric. But it was there. Once the doctor had finished securing your limbs to the arm rest, he leaned forward. You were surprised at the choice of mask. It was a beaked mask, similar to the ones worn during the Bubonic plague. It was an... interesting but creative decision. "It says on your file that you're not feeling well, you're just curious about the attraction, right?" You felt his gloved hand hold your wrist, he tilted his head. "So, you came here to see me, to test whether the fear of being my guinea pig is worth it." His words made your blood run cold. You immediately sat up, ignoring how tight the straps were against your wrists. He seemed to notice the change in your temperature.

'What type of role play is this?!' Your brows furrowed, unable to figure out if this was an true act or he was seriously planning to experiment on you. He sensed your suspicion and he reassured you, "It's okay, I'm your Doctor, and I'm going to examine every fibre of your being." You felt goosebumps form and a shiver ran down your spine. This was either a sign you were turned on by some terrifying man in a beak mask or about to piss yourself. He holds your wrist firmly to check your pulse. "Your cold... is your blood pressure dropping?" You swallowed the lump in your throat, unable to look away. He seemed satisfied with what he felt, he leaned forward, you pulled back. He was enjoying this, "Oh, what a firm pulse you have... beating with so much life." His grip tightened. You felt something sharp pressed against your skin, you instinctively moved back. "Ah, your heart... it sounds like a drum." His touch felt cold and you had to stop a sarcastic remark from leaving your lips. You felt him shiver and a sinister aura began to radiant off of him. "Like it's asking me to open your chest and take a closer look."

'Alright! Get me out of here! His kink is not my kink.' You were taken aback by his sentence. Yet, when you pulled away from his touch you can tell your reactions brought him joy. The tip of his fingers traced your throat, his touch almost possessive. No matter how fearful you felt, it was electric. "You're breathing heavily, and your pupils are wide. Unnaturally wide." Before you could do anything, he commanded. "Hold still. Don't move." That was when you felt something sharp, metallic, and cold press into your skin. Your shoulders became tense and your body jerked instinctively. You yelped, expecting pain. However, nothing followed, only the warm feeling of blood dripping down your neck. He nicked you. He abruptly grabbed your face, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes bore into your soul. "Look... what you've done," You squirmed under his grip. Confused at the sudden behaviour. "It's dripping, leaking like a broken faucet." A loud laugh escaped his throat. It echoed within the circus tent, causing you to flinch. He giggled, "Did you know bloodletting can have calming effects?" He leaned closer, "For me, of course!" He grazed his finger against the cut on your throat, "What a beautiful shade of red! I could split you wide open-" He began to mumble about his plans, too focused on hyper fixating on your blood than caring for a bleeding patient in his chair. 'This guy... is insane!' This wasn't a normal circus with the typical circus performance and acts. No, there was something bigger... darker... that lurked beyond what they showed. You were becoming light headed all of a sudden, so you called out at first, "Doctor."

No response. The second time, nothing. His eyes were red, no longer teal. "Doctor!" You yelled. He went silent and whipped his head towards you. His vision went back to normal and he could see how pale your skin was, your heartbeat was becoming shallow from the amount of blood you were losing. He cleared his throat and composed himself. He looked down on you, his figure overshadowing yours. You looked up and he spoke, "My apologies, I already have your diagnosis." You looked doubtful of his words, taking his manic episode into consideration. 

He continued, "You seemed to have overwork yourself. " You paused and your eyes widened. "W...what?" He began to circle you. "Your eyes. They are sunken, bloodshot, and heavy eye bags weigh them down. Even your skin has lost its radiance." He stops right in front of you, his fingers intertwine with yours. "Is there a reason you have to consume a large dosage of caffeine to stay alert, dear patient?" His analysis was terrifyingly... accurate. Your lips parted, and you couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle. Perhaps you underestimated his 'Doctor' title. Your shoulder relaxed and you leaned against the chair, admitting your profession. "I'm a nurse that works in the ICU." The new information made him slightly intrigued, he tilted his head. "How... interesting." He stands still for a few minutes before he reaches out to undo the straps that burned against your skin. Once freed, He helps you stand up. You stumble forward and he steadies you with both hands firm on your hips. You cleared your throat and pulled away, "Perhaps you can offer new patients to keep me entertained." He joked. Despite his... kinks. He was educated and cared... or you assumed he cared, for his patients. Suddenly, a sharp pain caused you to wince. You reached out for the cut on your neck, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away. "Don't touch it, my dear patient. You wouldn't want it to get infected." He rummaged through the contents of his pocket and pulled out a band-aid with some ointment. You would've done it yourself, but he insisted to care for your wound. His touch was surprisingly gentle and warm. A sharp comparison to his earlier treatment. Once he was finished he pulled out a lollipop, offering you the sweet treat. "Would you like one?" He asked. You took it with a tired smile, "Thank you."  Doctor lets out a low hum, "I would prescribe you some medication or perhaps an injection. Though... a good night's rest will do the trick and increasing your water intake." He patted your head, causing you to blink in confusion. Was he... trying to comfort you?  "Well now, your checkup with me has ended and..." He gestured towards the door, "It seems your friend has been waiting impatiently outside." You totally forgot about Angela. You checked the time on your phone and came to your senses that it's been almost an hour since you've been inside the tent. You gasped and immediately took the coat off the chair, sprinting towards the exit. But, just before you left. You looked back and thanked him for the appointment, despite the previous complications that had followed. Upon exiting, you were met with an annoyed Angela. "What took you so long? Harlequin's performance had ended already!" She complained. You winced at her scolding. "Sorry, sorry. I couldn't leave until the Doctor was finished." Angela huffed, "Hay naku! I knew I should've dragged you along." You sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.  "I'll pay for dinner if you forgive your ate. Though, you still gotta take my shifts." You smirked, knowing she couldn't turn down a good meal offer. Angela groaned in annoyance, 

"Alright! But I should choose the place at least!" She retorted, causing you to sigh. Angela let out a laugh before she took notice of the dried blood on your neck and a band-aid. She raised a brow.

"Hey, what happened to your neck?" You hummed and shrugged, avoiding the topic. "Nothing... just a bug bite."

Doctor watched you exit the tent. The scent of your blood is heavy in the air. 'A nurse... how useful.' He thought. Suddenly, in the corner of his eye something caught his attention. He bent down to pick up the item. It was an... ID. He flips it over, realizing his dear, forgetful patient had left her belongings. "(Y/N) (L/N)...  registered nurse." He stared at your photo, his thumb gently caressing your face.  You certainly caught his eye. You were humorous, expressive, and most of all, ADDICTING. He could've drank your blood if he could. Hold you tight against him, keep you confined in the tent. But it was too early for that. He set the ID aside on the table beside his instruments and smirked beneath his mask. "(Y/N)... my dearest patient. I hope you remember to visit again soon." ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

TRANSLATIONS:

Ate - Used to refer to your eldest sister. It is a respectful honorific used to refer to an older female, relative or not. 

Hay Naku! - or 'Ay Nako' is an expression used to express frustration or exasperation. "My goodness!" 

Not even yung boyfriend ko - Not even my boyfriend

Wala akong energy. - I don't have any energy

ayaw kong manood ng mga...creepy clowns. - I don't want to watch... creepy clowns

Ate, kahit minsan lang. One time only! - Ate, just one time only. One time only!

Para makatulog ka. Think about it. - So you can sleep. Think about it

Sige, one time lang - Fine. Just this once.

Putangina. - f*cking hell, f*ck.

Putragis - Damn it!

* a lot of these are roughly translated because my Tagalog is Lowkey broken... ayyeeeeee