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// Anytime hehe

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𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳.. 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦? 𝘕𝘰. 𝘈𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦.

𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

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// You’ll do amazing I’m sure of it

art by: vjvwpjfpj671969 (twitter)

edit: mine

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐕

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 & 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

a kermit the frog is sitting on a ledge with his arms outstretched ALT: a kermit the frog is sitting on a ledge with his arms outstretched

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a blurred image of a person 's face with a black shirt on ALT: a blurred image of a person 's face with a black shirt on

YO LEG?? MINE

Cute next please 🙏

Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew

ALSO ew ew

his cheeks were stuffed like a hamster, blue orbs sparkling in a way while his brain wondered off envisioning his home know as hullabaloo. the smell of butter, bright gold color we’re all fond memories. “This taste pretty good it reminds me of home hehe.”
clapping his hands together.

“Latte huh? I’m guessing even with that you’re still tired.” giggling revealing his teethy grin, as he sat down at the dining table with a thud of his body, mike was like a child sometimes in the best ways, tossing popcorn in his mouth humming happily at the taste.

he wasn’t bad in the slightest, mike was entranced by his facial structure. the hues in his eyes, when the acrobats food was complete, he’d make his way back to the older gentleman more confident. that he can make amends for his initial judgement.

mike felt a little bit bad trying to salvage the situation with a bright smile, he waddled past the hermit to make some popcorn which was a comfort for him. he’d admit the taller male had an energy to him.

though it’d seem unethical he’d not want to pose harm to the dancer who’d have to witness the disguise mike would put on for this final act. with the guilt of that one aspect of the plan,

he’d not eat before the performance until it was much later, he just hopes she’ll understand.

she was no more but seeing the image made his heart sink, that all she wanted was to perform

he had apologized under his breath staring back to see nothing at all.

the morton brothers would go on to plan something that’d definitely weed out the circus’s new suspected culprit.

he cursed the carpeting from not muffling the sound more, nighttime made even pins sound louder

huffing in an annoyed fashion he had made it to Murros room, knocking on the door with the softest knock in the world

looking both ways, for a moment he saw in the hallway Violetta, doing a polite bow

the manor was very adamant of their curfew, mike was a horrible listener in many regards that obeying said rules when a situation was so dire

he’d let it slide, not caring for the consequences that would come back to haunt him

practically sneaking with small creaks coming from the floorboards

his voice gentle, a small glimpse of the old mike, hoisting his body up with a quick shake

he rushed to find murro but kept his guard up being wary of jokers activity

lucky for the acrobat it was more than likely he was glued to the dancers hip side like a lost puppy, if he was out so late

his noticeable dimples surfacing, when the two parted. he tossed himself on his bed with a thud

staring the ceiling, envisioning many shiny orbs of the stars he’s always loved giggling at the idea of them sparkling

“You know if I don’t get out.. I wanna be one of the stars.”

chard remains of his home. It was so sickening, but he’s started to conclude at some point he’d found himself yearning to fill the past with new memories

maybe his bonding he’s had with margaretha, was one of the many new memories to add?

a tiny smile crept up his face

their conversation close to his heart as he did with everyone in hullabaloo

their hug being a significant sign of a new beginning for today’s performance, though he’d not rest very well that night after their meeting with too much to think on

anytime he’d close his eyes, mike smelled the

[ 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘆𝗲 ]
💣

when he felt her little button nose, pressed in the the diamond pattern he found himself 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳

leaving an impression on the acrobat knowing all the masks were gone between them both, which led him to hold

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😌
ㅤ

He tossed his bombs into the air with a big grin, and started to juggle them only to catch each one, ending it with a polite bow.

“I’m Mike Morton, an acrobat. I apologize it’s been awhile since I’ve had some good practice. My original plan was just to get some food if I’m being honest.”

furrowing his brows, puffing up his cheeks, with concern at this new development.

He’s been coming to terms with some events taking place. Maybe to make a quick conversation before the finale performance might do some good.

“I don’t recognize you. You’re definitely not one of the performers.” Raising an eyebrow, the blonde had little idea of the true nature of the manor.

All he knew was his team was gonna have a performance… but more performers?

stopped dead in his tracks, upon seeing a tall man with glowing hues in his eyes.

The acrobat wasn’t sure what to say or do in that type of situation so. He did his best, to avert his sapphire eyes.

His body was locked into place just staring up at the man, who was harmlessly enjoying a drink.

Mike has been scratching at the back of his hand.

Nails digging in deeply, he had the horrifying image of Violetta’s frozen body buried in his mind.

So he thought if he ate something his nerves might stop acting up. But that was easier said than done, walking quickly to the kitchen he

“joker clearly is gone. hate to say it, this all needs to end.

me and murro will devise a plan quickly. we will inform you soon it’s devised, knowing joker he’ll follow your lead perfectly.

then when it all comes to a close. will we let go of hullabaloo forever.”

this time he meant it.