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[Crimson Circus] Maze of MemoriesThere it was again.[Crimson Circus] Maze of Memories by ChesterPalm
The trickiest of trick houses, the traveling Mirror Maze.
Tip-Toe stood at the entrance, marveling at the structure that was positioned in such an unnatural perfection in the exact middle of a crossroads, somewhere around the outskirts of the Circus.
He liked it when the Maze decided to appear at the remote areas of the Circus, such as around its boundaries shortly after an expansion occurs, so it is yet to be occupied with the scums of the Circus.
Moving away from the entrance, Tip-Toe started walking around the building, pondering as to how it moves overnight from one place to another, while clearly built in an anchored to the ground.
The walls shone like they were just repainted, showing off a glossy coating that made the dark crimson and black coloring stand out, and even more so with the new addition of some silver lining here and there.
"You got some new make-up.” Tip-Toe hummed cheerfully, resisting an urge to caress the walls in case the paint is still
[Crimson Circus] The Director's ExceptionIt took only a gentle sting to the ghoulish, human-like abomination's chest for it to dissolve and fade into a silvery mist.[Crimson Circus] The Director's Exception by ChesterPalm
The small Jackal next to the Undertaker's feet sounded an excited growl, almost like a laughing hyena, right before it started pouncing at the disappearing remains of the corrupted soul.
"Poor things,” The Undertaker said as he pulled a silky looking cloth from his sleeve to wipe the metallic stinger attached to his finger. He watched the young hound jumping around the fading mist until it couldn't see it anymore, and turned back at him with a whine. “Come. It has been a long day.” he smiled at the grotesquely grinning Jackal as he started walking away from the area.
The Jackal started following but quickly stopped, moving its ears around to try and detect a noise. It pointed just behind a cart after a short minute, and the Undertaker noticed a faint movement of something that took hiding behind it.
Curious, he decided to investigate, moving slo
[Crimson Circus] Director's Count"I'm giving you to the count of 10.”[Crimson Circus] Director's Count by ChesterPalm
This almost mundane, almost motherly sentence seemed ever so frightening uttered from the cold, still lips of the slender figure with the blank expression, save for the slight furrow of his brow that signified him standing on the brink of his patience.
The opposing adversary towered over the two-meter funeral director in the militant-looking coat, giving a sneering cackle at him and the Jackals that gathered around him, most of them looking like little pups in comparison.
The Undertaker raised his brow, apparently surprised at the opponent's daring gesture.
The elongated foe's cackle turned gradually into a shrill, broken giggle fit. It didn't behave as intimidated as it should have been and approached even closer, straightening its back and stretching even higher above the skeletal humanoid.
The Undertaker reached his hand to stop his growling, four-legged assistants, as they became more and more agitates at this co
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