Insanity Circus P Novels & Stories

I looked at the guy who had the balls to solo play just now, and he was at the back, embarrassed. "Who is that guy?" I asked Len, pointing at him. "Oh that's Ignatius. He came later than all of us. He is very closed off and doesn't like to talk a lot. I heard he's an orphan." Len said. "I see." I walked towards him and he flinched when i said his name. "Your gun suits you. Try again in the next round. Don't fail me." "Yes sir." He said. He is a strong comrade, despite his stubbornness, he'll be useful.

I prepared myself for their attack. I don't want to die! I will never let them touch me! "Oh wow, you are right. I never saw an outsider for a long time," "He does have a handsome face despite his ferocious look," the other one commented. They walked towards me. I saw them gasp when they saw my real situation. Why the hell I can't move? I feel so numb! "He is still a young man. I think around twenty plus. And yes, he is so good-looking, huh?"

The Nightmare Master usually has me beat the freaks with it when they make a mistake. I'm not sure they actually made any mistakes, but it's not like I can refuse. There are about six freaks in the circus. I think there used to be more, but well, I'm sure you can figure that out. Each of them performs feats that a regular person could never do, and each performance has to be death-defying but also perfect. More than once, a freak has gotten severely hurt during a performance. Thankfully, one thing they can do is heal fast because if they become useless, the Nightmare Master would be more than happy to discard them.

|Thomas| I slam the table before me, trembling with the rage coursing through my veins. "What did you say?" I turn to look at Mark, his body quivering in fear. "T- The—" "Louder!" My voice comes out like thunder. "Cola soda and other major sponsors have canceled their sponsorship for 'Chaos' album tour, and the board is asking you to step down as soon as possible," he blurts out, pale and sweating. "And whose…" I begin quietly, gazing into his eyes, "…fault is that?"

"What's there to be shy about? Come on. I'm taking you somewhere way more fun. It'll be a million times more exciting than your little toy!" "Huh? Where?" I quickly got up, eager to know. Abigail batted her eyelashes and gave me a mischievous smile. "It's called... the Crazy Show." Crazy Show? What on earth was that? I was confused, but Abigail kept going. "Joan, honey, you look amazing in clothes and even better without them. With your body and your face, you'll have everyone at that place fighting for your attention! When we get there, you'll have as many men as you want. Trust me..."

He left ! ********** At night . He was drunk intoxicatingly. They came to this club Paradiso ​With his investors . His mind clouded as he glance at the dancer performing pole dancing . She sensually moved her half naked body around the pool receiving all the cheering and howling from hungry man . She was best at what she was doing . His mind flooded with reminiscent of the gorgeous sceneries he saw at the morning . His lips dry and cold . He needed her . The girl performing the pole dance placed a sweet smile on her face . He blinked his eyes as he started imagining her as his little bird . Her smile , her hairs , her body he wanted everything . The foreigner show her half naked breast

But the last group – those who actually knew this man’s true self – called him Ivor the Insane because that was exactly who he was. “Are you wondering why you are still alive, Black Saga?” The man being tortured was Black Saga, and as the large man approached him, he only gave him a cursory glance. Black Saga looked at Ivor the Insane with very few emotions. The few emotions that remained were of pain and regret. That’s right. Black Saga was part of the unfortunate few who knew Ivor by the title the Insane. And now he was witnessing for himself how insane this man could get.

Everyone looked towards them and the spectators gasped loudly. “That your friend?” the Instructor asked while pointed at them and looking at Verona. “Ehm, yes,” she simply replied even though he was not her friend. She didn't even know him at all but only felt worried he had not come back yet. “Ah, the insanity region. Anyone who passes through there sees things that would make them lose their mind. Tsk tsk, too bad,” the Instructor stated then shook his head. “Well, let's start with the evaluation!" He announced to get people's attention back to him. The insane person was taken away and the spectators looked back at the contestants.

I guess I was lucky I wasn't shot by Joker last night. “Number 18.” I heard my number and my heart skipped a beat before walking to what seemed like a stage. The curtain opened and I immediately looked down. I felt so embarrassed and sick to my stomach. The men gasped as they saw me. I could feel their dirty, nasty looks on my body and it made me want to retch. A blonde woman started introducing me like I was some product and it made me so angry. “This one is special from the other's so she's more expensive because she hasn't been touched before, we're starting at 300,000.” Was that information necessary?

They had placed trackers on us, thrown away anything sharp or dangerous, and even lined the floors with bubble wrap. The only things left made of breakable clay were these mugs, shaped like rabbits. Minnie nodded. "Smash them." "No! Zagreus made these himself!" I cried out. She laughed scornfully. "Are you kidding me? Zagreus—the famously stoic man from the Capital? Just because he's been staying in Hanttye, you think he's turned into some goober who makes things for little girls?" Ruth raised a mug high. I struggled as hard as I could to free myself. I had to catch it!