That was right, Taren had finished. He was approached by a small child, one with no emotion to his face and once had difficulty in seeing through one eye. He whispered quietly into his ear that ‘he’ was ready. Excellent. A new attraction to add to his wonderful family. Wonderfully demented, tortured, and damned. Their suffering cries and beautifully deformed faces brought him contentment.
As soon as the leader of the circus reached the meager tent, hidden far back, a broad smile crossed his lips. There was his creation, his beautifully torn face, the bemused expression, and his hopeless eyes. The smile curled slowly on his lips, then pulled quickly upward on his face.
“Welcome to the Cirque!” His voice boomed, vibrating through the plastic lining of the tent. He watched the face of his future performer, focusing on the slowly aware of a gaze. “Mind you, you’ll still need some time to adjust, but you will surely fit in!” His voice held excitement only a psychopath could manage in such a situation. His head dropped to one side, dark golden eyes focus on the figure in front of him. The stare cut through the feeble creature on the floor. Cut through his horrendous attempts to act tough. “My, my.. Seems like we’ll need to break this one in,” he thought out loud, twirling a cane delicately in one hand as he walked around the male. He observed him as if he were a work of art and he, the critic. “Such a wonderful job,” his voice held a purr. A sickening sound to the one currently being observed. Sebastian refused to let the creature speak, thinking of something to say just before the male’s mouth even begun to open. “Yes. He will do well. I am sure the people will love him.”
“Excuse me!” Finally. It seemed he had finally found a moment to cut in, rudely at that. Sebastian turned to face the source, eyeing him carefully. “What did you do to me!? You can’t keep me here!” His voice was frail, not the best attempt in acting strong.
“Oh, on the contrary. You will be staying here. You made the choice on your own. You did not pay for your ticket, you must earn the money. Being in a circus such as this one means you must be a part of the act, but of course, you cannot look normal. No, no. That will do no good.” He paused only for a moment to hit his walking cane against the ground, a warning to the creature that he mustn't talk as he was talking. “So you see, you’ve been altered. You look much better now. You will also fit in much easier with other performers. So, whether you’d like to go home or not, there is not much of a choice now, is there?” He did not wait for an answer and instead continued on. “Who would want you around? No average person, seeing as the average person is highly boring and they do not much of an imagination when it comes to being around such wonderful creatures all the time.” A low rumble of laughter suddenly spilled from his mouth, following by another’s laughter, Taren’s of course, seeing as Amory was incapable of laughter.
The laughter ended with an abrupt halt. Sebastian’s pleasant expression suddenly grew quite serious and he tilted his hat down. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I have other things to attend to. As do Taren and Amory, so I will leave you with another. I trust him to take care of you and I wish you the best of luck. If you can survive through today, you will make it.” Sebastian left his tone ominous. He decided to play with the creatures mind and leave him wondering what he could possibly mean. Before anything else was said, he turned his back to the three in the tent and left with a wave of his cane.
