Arachnomancer 33 The Circus Has Come To Town

"Welcome one, welcome all to the circus in the edge!"

*clap

*clap

*distantly* "oh yeaaah!"

"Calm down now, today we have a 'special' attraction but, that is for later. First up is this. mysterious creature from one of the innumerable sideworlds"

What walked out was a tall, thin, and pale creature. It's hands, feet, and neck were shacked with chains. It also is gagged so it can't make any noises. It's pupils s.h.i.+vering as it looks around Poor creature..... Wait, what am I doing here? I fell asleep a minute ago. This scene is quite odd.....

I'm sitting in a wooden stand inside a ma.s.sive blue tent. It seems that this is a circus? The people are weird too. They are wearing victorian era clothing. The kind n.o.bles from then would wear. They have ridiculous white powdered wigs as well. The weirdest part is their faces.

They look like they have skin stretched over a normal face. You can see where their eyes bulge into the skin and movements as they talk. As the ringleader yells everyone focuses in on the pale creature.

"Now it's up to the crowd. Stay, slay, or save! This pale Uniquity is in your hands!" Ringmaster

"Slay! Slay! Slay!" Crowd

*rumble

*clapping

They all go into a frenzy stomping on the wooden stands and clapping their hands in rhythm with their shouts. Why does this creature deserve this? It collapses as its eyes start watering. Everyone quiets down as the ringleader starts up again.

"Today we have brought in Gillian to be the slayer. An all time favorite of the crowds!" Ringleader

"YEAAAHH"

"I LOVE YOU GILLIAN"

"GILLIAN YEAAHHH"

A small white robed figure walks through a gate that opens from the floor. It seems that there are stairs that lead downward? He has elaborate red runes drawn on his robes. He raises his arms and it seems that he is clutching iron stakes in his gloves.

The crowd roars as he nears the creature. There is a huge amount of bloodl.u.s.t reeking in the air. This Gillian stabs his stakes into the creatures limbs and attaches chains to the ends of them....

"RIP! RIP! RIP! RIP! RIP!"

The creature is picked up by the chains.... They are attached to wooden rafters above.... As they get tighter and tighter the creature starts squealing through its gag. Tears fall on the dirt center floor of the tent.....

I try to move. To to shout. Anything....? What is this? A nightmare? I thought these were gone. No, this is no nightmare.

*sqweeeech

"YEEEEEEEAAHHAHAHAHHA"

The crowd starts cheering and it evolves into laughter. The pale creature..... What remains are just chunks and scattered organs. I've seen worse but, this is incredibly unpleasant for some reason. The crowd quiets down after a while and the ringleader starts up again.

"With how riled up the crowd is, I think we should move the main attraction forward~. Unfortunately, this little sludgeling is being supported by that lard-mouthed dirty b.i.t.c.h. Perhaps some day she will be put on the stage to entertain everyone here~. For now this whelp should do." Ringleader

The ringleader drags me onto the dirt stage. Apparently I'm bound in the same way as the pale creature. As he walks up to me and takes off his top hat he stares at me with his skin-covered face. He leans into my face and-

*sqweeeeuuchhhh

My clothing is ripped open as roots jab into his face, whipping around furiously, and they tear him to shreads. They secrete a weird Golden-green fluid that melt his chunks.... He gets what he deserves. Everything fades out as I wake up sweating.

More strange happenings. Is this what it means to be a host of happenings? To be surrounded by terror-inducing situations? Just what is all this s.h.i.+t!?!?

As I grab my head and dig into my scalp, Set wakes up. Her bed is nice to lay on. Something about the life attribute gives great comfort. She can't ma.s.s produce webs like the others but, a bed is simple enough. Right now though, the comfort is useless.

'What's wrong master!?!? You're as pale as a ghost!?!?' Set

"Nothing.... Just that I've had a.... Horrible nightmare.... Worst I've had in since I came to this world...." Gin

'Master????' Set

"Anyways, it's best we get some rest. Tommorow's the big day. 180 mounds.... 40 cubes and 40 pools.... I just hope this much is enough. There is no going back." Gin

'It's all right master. I'm confident in my scouting. This amount could even be said to be a bit overboard.' Set

"..... Thanks Set" Gin

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Alternate POV

Hmmmm.... The plant in Sillith's subordinates was caught. It seems that they are exterminating those who have emotional bindings..... Smart. Too bad though. A few other plans have been put in motion to eliminate that 'kin' of hers. The circus won't care about his backing. They may find that to be more of a reason to kill him. In the end they are just insane people who have too much power.

Even if he gets help from Sillith to escape, the wretched put in place should do the job..... The only issue.... Did he really survive eating an egg of happenings? If he did then anything we do would be useless. The higher ups would still try to kill him though.

This may just result in the quick growth of a new monster. One Sillith is enough to deal with. If he grows into an enemy of our's.... Which he most definitely will at this rate..... Perhaps I should defect? Sillith is not the best of employers as her subordinates are all brainwashed to h.e.l.l and back..... That and the absorbing part is kinda gross..... Still, I have a chance to live that way.

Just have to be careful, I can probably alter a few records in case he survives.....If he lives past the circus and the wretched, he either ate an egg or has luck similar to someone who has....

Envy is terribly vindictive. Fake my death? Best option. Plenty of unexplained deaths here. Gerik has a pretty huge grudge since I took this job. Some brainstorming and I should be able to concoct a good plan.