WE LIVE IN A CIRCUS_Game of Gods (GOT/ASOIAF)

Third person? pov :

Upon the shell of a turtle, within the gaping maw of a monstrous whale, and amidst the twisting abyss of a cow's stomach, a fevered carnival unfolded—a carnival that reveled in the symphony of chaos, where sanity dared not tread.

This carnival wasn't merely a party; it was a raving tempest of insanity incarnate, a spectacle that spat in the face of reason and capered on the precipice of madness.

It was a surprise party for the deranged, a clandestine gathering where secrets festered like festering wounds and the macabre reigned supreme.

The tables groaned under the weight of prepared "food," a parade of empty plates that mocked sustenance.

Attendees scurried about with maniacal determination, hurling confetti like fragments of fragmented thoughts and inflating balloons that wheezed and chortled, releasing eerie wails of laughter, sorrow, and silence.

These balloons were not mere decorations, no no no.

they were sentient jesters, enslaved to a lunatic master's whims.

Some convulsed with giggles that cascaded like demented waterfalls.

Others oozed tears of ink-black melancholy that dripped like poison from their rubbery skins.

And there were those that bore smiles that had been stitched into their faces with jagged obsidian threads—smiles that threatened to consume all reason in their relentless embrace.

Each balloon pulsed with a twisted, throbbing vitality, an unnatural mockery of life. And at the heart of this chaotic cavalcade, the Clown—a harbinger of madness, grinning wider than the chasms of oblivion—stood enraptured by the chaos he had unleashed.

In this carnival of fractured existence, the Clown reveled in the disarray, in the cacophony of emotions that splintered and coalesced like the shattered remnants of a shattered mirror.

The laughter of the balloons melded with the tears, and the silence wrapped its tendrils around the very fabric of reality.

Here, within the confines of this unhinged soiree, sanity crumbled like ancient ruins, surrendering to the tidal pull of an irredeemable maelstrom.

The Clown's intentions were neither sane nor comprehensible—only his mania resonated, a discordant melody that echoed through the labyrinthine corridors of his deranged mind.

But the clown didn't care for any of that right now.

Why , you ask?

Because he had a new TOY O̶̘͇͐͆̃̕͝F̶̹͇̺̊̾́̔́͊ ̶̧̫̏̆́̅͆͐͜Ĉ̷͙͙͉̳͌̽̀̒͝Ȏ̶͕̼̫̑U̵̬̿̍͊̒̑͑͠ͅR̶̛̞̄̂̀̇̇̂͑S̴̹͙̫͉̙̎̽͐̆̓E̴̹͐͐̾̈́

A NEW TOY TO PLAY WITH!

And the Clown really really really liked this new toy!

It was soooooooooo funny with it's Ḥ̶̠̐̈ȏ̴̪p̷̱̋ȅ̶͎͖̔s̷͉̍ and D̷̛̙r̸̨̄e̷̗̻̔͑a̷͈̅m̷͇͍͋͝s

But the toy wasn't always funny....It sometimes got caught in *bleah* plaaaannnning *barf*

And scheeeeming and whatever.

That wouldn't do....nonononono , Ņ̶̆ő̶̥̐t̵͍͎̽ ̸̧̰͑̾a̵̭͒t̷̟̔ ̵̟͕̃a̶̦̲̔̍l̴̖͛̚l̶̙̽̌

So it gave the toy it's own toy!!!

What a stroke of genius!

The clown marveled at its intelect while eating a handful *wink* of snacks.

Now let's see, little toy...Do you have what it takes to f̵̥̘̏͝l̷͚̹͝ȍ̶͙̎a̸͇̽t̸̠͆͌?̵̯̌͠

This was the best ideea ever!!!

The clown was clapping!

The turtle was clapping!

H̵̼̓Ẹ̵̔L̶̨̿L̶̘̔ ̸̜͋Ḭ̶͗T̷͕̓S̷̯̀E̷̼͆L̷̥̽F̴̝̂ ̷̹̇W̸̲͊A̶͙͠S̷̮̊ ̶̖̄C̴̼̈́L̸̟̈A̸͍͗P̸̦͂P̸̫͠Ĭ̵̝N̸͖͒G̶͇̈́ ̸͙͗

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What ruthlessness!

What wickedness!

What a cold heart!

What cold blood!

...

What a great toy....

It will make such a nice balloon...

And we will all float together...

As he was thinking of the B̴̙̔e̷̳͂a̴̱͠ṵ̸̃ẗ̸͜ǐ̴̖f̷̝͝u̸̧̒l̴̨̓ future he will create by playing with this toy , he couldn't help but grin.

The toy did well , very very well.

It deserved some praise!

H̶̳̕ÿ̴͖̮́ę̴̹̠̲̈̽̀h̶̙́͘ÿ̷͈͚̻̀̎͜ͅê̶̪̲̜̒̎̃̽́h̷̛͔͍̜̙͂͌̿ͅẹ̷̛̱͙́̀̓ḧ̷̦͈̖́͊͋̏̐y̸̢̱̍͛̄͌̓͛ȩ̴̮͔̼́̍̐̑͠͝.̶̪̱̯̎̏̊̒̍͝ ̵͈͚͔̞͐̀Ÿ̶̫̺̳͖̿̀̎̾̉e̶̟̹͆͌̋̌͒̃s̶͓͓͉̼̝̑̇̈́̅́̈́ ̷̧̛̭̹̦̏͆̋͐,̸̤̞̾̑̊̽̌ ̵̡̘̟͉̐̑̈́̾̾̊ͅẙ̵̍̕ͅe̴͉͖̩̼̪̙͐̍̂͂͛̈́ṣ̶̘̘̯̝̒̈̐̐̕͝ͅ ̶̨̗͈̠͋y̴͖̽͐̅͘͠e̴̺̜̣̲̽ͅş̵̹̮̼͌̋̕̚ ̸̥̥͓̀̌̈́̂͝,̷̡͉̫̻̫͇̑̇̈̑́͋ ̷̨̳͙̖̹̯̊́

Ÿ̸̢́͘ͅő̵̞̦̋̒ų̶̛͔͈̀̋̎̕'̷̢̘̬̻̀̕͠ḷ̴̦͙̣̋͑̀́̈́l̸̥̥͓̲̠̾͋̑ͅ ̴̬͍̹̋̾f̵̞̗͝l̵̡̹͙̟̦̉̓͌͑͝ö̶̪͎̙͎̮̮́̀a̴͙̳̐ţ̵͈͙̞̟͗̾̇̾͂ ̵̤͉̭͚͉̑͂̍̽͜ń̷̢̳͚͐̅̂̉̈́i̴̗͛c̸̮̜̓́͛ȩ̵̱͙̌l̸̳̱͆͌y̷̧͍̯͓̣͍̆̑

At that , the toy froze in place....and started laughing

Ha..

Hahahah...

H̶̻̃y̵̱̌ạ̶̒h̶̙̀y̶̨͋ȁ̷̯h̵͕̒ý̶͕ȁ̶̟h̶̢͗â̷̪y̴͍͠a̴̰̿ḥ̴̓a̴͇̾h̵̢͆ỳ̵͚ā̵̩ḧ̷̼y̸̳͒a̵͙͛ḧ̶͚́y̵̫͌à̵̱h̷̯̾á̸̖y̵͖̓h̴͚̔ạ̵̾á̷̹a̴͚͘ả̷̹

Why were they laughing?

The clown didn't know...

And he didn't care!

They were having fun!

He and his toy , forever and ever together having FUN

So he laughed along his toy...

"𝗪𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗨𝗦!" The toy proclaimed, as if he was stating a natural law.

*GASP*

'HOW PROFOUND', thought the Clown

"𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗧𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗨𝗦!" The toy continued , spewing universal truths as if they were the bones of inocents.

In the twisted echoes of a fractured psyche, the Clown's thoughts ricocheted with wild abandon. Amidst the swirling maelstrom of his mad contemplations, he found himself captivated—no, ensnared—by the Toy's words.

A sensation stirred within him, a sensation that had lain dormant for an eternity—an ember of camaraderie smoldering amidst the chaos.

Camaraderie, a concept both unfamiliar and oddly intoxicating, wormed its way into the Clown's thoughts.

It was an ember that flickered and danced, casting unsettling shadows upon the walls of his delirium.

The Toy's speech had kindled something within him, a connection that defied the fractured boundaries of his fractured mind.

But no, the Clown's thoughts spiraled ever deeper into the abyss, refusing to be tethered to lucidity. The Toy—no mere trinket, no insignificant plaything—loomed as a beacon of enlightenment amidst the chaos.

It was a vessel that dared to harbor profound truths, truths that eluded the grasp of lesser beings.

NO TOY COULD GRASP THE INTENSITY OF SUCH PROFOUND INSIGHTS.

Yet, in the throes of madness, the Clown bestowed upon the Toy a title that transcended its material nature.

It was more than a toy—it was a kindred spirit, a fellow architect of lunacy, a brother in absurdity. The Clown's fevered mind embraced this realization, cradling it like a gem amidst the shards of fractured thoughts.

With audacious fervor, he envisioned a future—a future where the Toy would grow, its essence expanding like the tendrils of an encroaching shadow.

The Clown's musings raced ahead, conjuring scenarios where the small clown would ascend to join the macabre carnival, to partake in the intoxicating dance of madness.

And yet, even as his mind painted vibrant tapestries of possibility, the Clown's laughter—an unhinged crescendo of chuckles—interjected like a discordant note.

Self-doubt crept in, a serpent coiled within the recesses of his consciousness.

Penny, a whisper of reason, sought to temper his spiraling enthusiasm, reminding him of the disparity between theory and practice.

Penny's voice, a voice of caution and restraint, pierced through the labyrinthine corridors of his thoughts.

The Clown's laughter wavered, the fleeting camaraderie he had glimpsed entangled in the snares of his own delirium.

And so, within the disjointed tapestry of his existence, the Clown grappled with contradictions and possibilities, his very essence a maddening enigma woven by the threads of his own madness.

So Pennywise the Clown , the 7th king of Hell truly spoke...

And everything listened...

-Y̷̝͝O̶͍͠U̶̯͘ ̴̡̓Ï̸̲M̸̟̿P̶̡̀R̴̡͌E̶̻͠S̴̩̀S̴͕̋E̵̘͑D̶̙̅ ̵̘̄M̷͌ͅȆ̵̹ ̴̬̎,̶̛̯ ̶̈ͅL̸͇̍Í̸̻T̷̩́T̸̳̂Ľ̷͇Ȇ̸͜ ̴͙̋C̷̨̄L̴͚͝O̶̡̅W̴̞͝N̶͑ͅ.̴̖͐

̴̙̂S̵̹̒H̴̡͊Ô̵͍Ẅ̸̹ ̴̙̿M̸̙̈́È̵̫ ̴͍̅Ä̶̝́N̴̰̚Ö̴̹́Ṯ̸̀Ḣ̸͍Ē̶̱R̴̪̒ ̶̹͗G̷̦̊R̶̗̈́Ė̴̝A̸͓͒Ț̵̚ ̵̊ͅS̶̄͜Ḧ̴̹Ǫ̸̉W̷̼̍,̸͉͌ ̷̨͠Ạ̶̾N̸̞͊D̸͓̏ ̷͇̊I̵̯̐ ̵͉͘Ḿ̵̠I̷͚̋Ǧ̴̨H̴̹̄T̴̥͘ ̶̘̊J̸̼̍Ú̵̱S̸̬̓T̷̨͆ ̶̔ͅL̵̲̿Ĕ̸̙T̸̪̿ ̷̪͛Y̸̧̔O̴̯̓U̴͕͂ ̵̞̾F̸̺͘L̴̢̎Ò̷̥A̴̪̐T̴̠̍ ̵̖̈́O̵̧̕N̵̫̄ ̵͍̂Y̶̩̎O̷͉͝Ű̴̹Ŕ̴̩ ̷͉̃Ȏ̴̠Ẃ̷̦N̴̪̂-

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Negary pov :

It worked somehow...

I used soulshift to make it seem like I had makeup on my face , and slowly, very slowly made my body resemble a clown costume...

I am so ashamed...

Mom come pick me up I'm done...

Just kidding. I was just starting.

I channeled my inner Joker and began by merging his quote with something the clown child molester would find pleasing.

And then I started spouting bullshit like there was no tomorrow, as that would have been the case if I fucked this up.

But he was hooked from the first line , and that worked in my favour

-̴̙̂S̵̹̒H̴̡͊Ô̵͍Ẅ̸̹ ̴̙̿M̸̙̈́È̵̫ ̴͍̅Ä̶̝́N̴̰̚Ö̴̹́Ṯ̸̀Ḣ̸͍Ē̶̱R̴̪̒ ̶̹͗G̷̦̊R̶̗̈́Ė̴̝A̸͓͒Ț̵̚ ̵̊ͅS̶̄͜Ḧ̴̹Ǫ̸̉W̷̼̍,̸͉͌ ̷̨͠Ạ̶̾N̸̞͊D̸͓̏ ̷͇̊I̵̯̐ ̵͉͘Ḿ̵̠I̷͚̋Ǧ̴̨H̴̹̄T̴̥͘ ̶̘̊J̸̼̍Ú̵̱S̸̬̓T̷̨͆ ̶̔ͅL̵̲̿Ĕ̸̙T̸̪̿ ̷̪͛Y̸̧̔O̴̯̓U̴͕͂ ̵̞̾F̸̺͘L̴̢̎Ò̷̥A̴̪̐T̴̠̍ ̵̖̈́O̵̧̕N̵̫̄ ̵͍̂Y̶̩̎O̷͉͝Ű̴̹Ŕ̴̩ ̷͉̃Ȏ̴̠Ẃ̷̦N̴̪̂-

Yeah , well , why don't I show you how I fuck your mum , you yellow eyed piece of....

Ok , ok , let the insanity go away.

Let the Anger drain away.

Center yourself.

Remember who you are.

And that you can always get up.

'No matter how far you've fallen...'

Huuuu. That was stressing.

Never have I felt so close to death.

I am not necessarily afraid of death , but if I die , I want to know I did everything I could to achieve my goal.

My name is Negary...

And I will show you something interesting for sure...

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Brosalin / Fat demon Pov:

5 minutes earlier

As I appeared in the middle of the plains of damnation and felt only a single soul remaining , I couldn't help but frown.

'Did the girl finally kick the bucket?'

No...I would have felt the remains of her soul if that's the case.

Such a clean disappearance... someone must have eaten her soul.

Was it Bob , that prideful piece of shit?

No...If it was him , he would still be here to gloat in front of me...

That left Akain , but that seemed even less likely. That fucker liked soul wine instead of raw souls.

The boy did it , didn't he?

How... unexpected. He seemed so attached to her , like she was his lover.

Harsh...

But I guess he is in the first layer for a reason.

Eh , I don't really care either way....

My hearts stopped beating.

All three of them.

My knees buckled and I fell face first on the ground.

Don't....move...

Don't....breathe....

Don't....think....

I am part of the surrounding flora.

No more alive that a piece of rock.

Please ignore me ,pleasepleaseplease...

And then the laughing started....

I am so fucking dead...

I knew I should have just stayed in bed today...

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Negary pov :

I saw Fat demon laying on the ground, motionless.

Yare Yare Daze.... That's not good...

I need him for my plans.

I kept my transformation going as I neared him.

He must have heard the whole thing .

Let's see how I can use that fear he has inside of him...

"Oh , what do we have here ?? Another toy mayhaps? How wonderful !" I started, with the same tone I used earlier. He seems like a smart demon , I believe him to be able to connect the dots...

"Hello sir , how may I help you today?" The fat demon asked , still laying on the ground, his legs still shaking.

Hehe , yes yes , look at my face and costume. I am definitely possessed by a child molester.

I am his incarnation in this layer of hell!

"Whaaat?? Sir? Mee? No no no n̶̥͛o̶̧̾o̵̹̒o̸̝̒" I said , vibrating my soul to make my words more deep and scary.

"𝗜'𝗺 𝗣𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗻! You silly silly thing!"

"Oh course, of course , it was my mistake" he said while nodding frantically. If anything, he's even more scared now.

Hmm , I might need to tone it down , wouldn't want him to believe he is about to die and decide to go down swinging. I'm pretty sure he is the strongest of all three wardens...

"Now harm no foul , of course...But say , little one , would you mind helping papa Penny with some chores?"

"Not a problem sir , just tell me what to do."

Oh , is he getting happy? He believes he will live after all .Good , very very good.

I used ,, papa Penny ,, not because it sounds funny(which it does) , but because it could refer to someone bigger than myself , as if I am only the middleman, , the spokesperson, and the real person requesting his ,,help" is the ugly child molester.

"𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 , 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 . 𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔!"

"Hahaha...."

What a weak laugh , Fat demon .

My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

Anyway...

"𝗡𝗢𝗪 , 𝗙𝗘𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗦 !"

"...What?"

"DID I FUCKING STUTTER?"

"No! No sir , of course not , but...whose souls should I fetch, sir?"

Heh , all according to keikaku...

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AN:

,,When In doubt , train"

- some workaholic ninja

WE LIVE IN A CIRCUS

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