The Twilight Circus [Plot]

[Sophistemon]

On the a far edge of the Town several garishly painted wagons pull into a large abandoned field. Out of the several garishly painted wagons emerge several garishly attired persons, who quickly begin unloading crates and cages from their large, horse-drawn transports. The cages are filled with exotic, sometimes dangerous animals, and the the largest crate appears to be loaded with... tarp. Within a few hours the people have erected a large red-and-white striped tent and are busying themselves by building a large barrack-like structure and pens for the animals. A tall, abnormally thin person seems to be orchestrating the events. He speaks to a few of his comrades and they begin assembling two signs, which they place in front of the entrance to the large tent. The second, lower sign says:


Not yet open.


while the larger, far more impressive sign above it proudly proclaims the tent to be



Captain Klaun's
World Famous
Twilight Circus

[Nevrmore]

Floyd hardly notices as he walks into the circus. His body language is easily decipherable - His hands tucked deep into his pockets, his eyes constantly staring at the ground - He is too depressed to even know where he's going until he nearly runs into the big tent. He looks up at it.

"If this is some sort of cosmic joke, it's not very funny..."

[Sophistemon]

The strangely thin man dashes over. As he gets closer, it becomes obvious that he is a clown. His face is painted a very pale purple, his lips are orange, he has green spots on his cheeks, and his large poofy hair is a bright and vivid red.

"Hey, you," he says. "What're you doing here?"

[Nevrmore]

"Playing the patsy in some god's foul joke?"

[Sophistemon]

The man sneers. "Yeah, well, that ain't my problem. We aren't open yet, buddy. We'll let your Town know when we are. Now scram." Another clown, this one disturbingly fat, overhears and waddles over.

"Now, Bones," he says. "That's no way to treat a future customer." His face is painted white, and he has purple lips, blue spots on his cheeks, and is bald. His head is adorned with a tiny orange tophat. He extends a pudgy hand to Floyd. "The name's Tubbo, sir. Pleased to meet you. I'm afraid that my friend here is right, though. The Captain has ordered that no one be allowed to enter the Big Top until the circus opens."

[Rebonack]

((Clowns! *hisssssss*))

[Sophistemon]

((Oh, come on. Clowns are an integral part of the circus. You can't have one without them.))

[Nevrmore]

Floyd is very reluctant to even get into the threatended area of Tubbo, but extends courtesy anyway. He shakes his horrible hand, pullling his away quickly afterwards.

"Well, I didn't want to...I'm not in a very 'circus' mood."

[Sophistemon]

Tubbo grins and, despite his massive girth, seems friendly. "Oh, now, sir!" he says. "Everyone loves the circus! I am, though, sorry to hear that you aren't feeling very gigglish at the moment. Perhaps that'll change when we open."

((I apologize for my long absence. My Internet was down for the better part of a week.))

[Raistlin1040]

A lone elf on horseback rides to the circus.
Need another performer?

[AmberVael]

A horn call blares through the area, making the ground shake and doing other things very loud sounds do.

[Sophistemon]

Bones looks towards the elf. "We're full up, pointy-ears. Got us a buncha trained professionals."

Tubbo looks for the source of the sound. "What was that?"

[Raistlin1040]

Trained ehh? I bet I could beat them in a horseback race. Complete with rings of fire, hurdles, and drops. Care to test them?

[Sophistemon]

Bones sneers. "I said we're full up, elf. We don't got room for any more performers. Not that we need any."

[Raistlin1040]

The elf laughs and begins setting up a course around the circus. He hops on his horse and begins riding. He rides his horse quickly up to a hoop on fire. At the last second, he jumps over the flaming hoop and lands on the horse who went through the hoop.
Any of your "proffesionals" do that?

((This guy was created when I listened to Crazy Train for a few hours on loop.))

[Sophistemon]

Bones claps, mockingly. "That's great, kid. Reeeeal nice. Now scram; this is the big leagues. We don't have time for amateurs."

[McBish]

Lillah appears nearby and "looks" around with a smile.

[Sophistemon]

Tubbo looks to Lillah. "Why, hello there, miss! I'm very sorry, but we're not yet open to the public. Is there anything I can do for you?"

[McBish]

I sensed this place and thought I would stop by. It seems very interesting. I always loved a good circus.

[Sophistemon]

Tubbo beams. "Now that's what I like to hear! I sure do hope you decide to drop by on opening night, miss. It'll be a blast!"

[Raistlin1040]

((Insert evil laugh))
The elf scoffs
Ametuer? You have no taste sir. Good day!
He leaves on the horse.

[McBish]

I will try my best to make it. You have jugglers right? He might find it odd that she is interested in jugglers since she is blind.

[Sophistemon]

Bones waves sardonically. "Hope to see ya on openin' night, kid."

Tubbo beams even wider. "Why of course! The best jugglers you've ever seen! Er, experienced!"

[McBish]

Lillah beams. I'm sure they are very good. But I have seen masters of the art. But I look foward to seeing the show. May it run smoothly and break a leg. As she says this it has almost the feeling of a blessing. She turns to leave.

[Sophistemon]

"Thank you muchly, miss!" says Tubbo. "Have a pleasant evening!"

[McBish]

As Lillah walks away she starts to juggle 10 daggers one handed before disappearing.

[Sophistemon]

The various clowns finish their chores and begin bringing the animals out for training and maintenance.

There is still no sign of the eponymous Captain Klaun.

[Sophistemon]

Several smaller tents, seemingly containing the various side shows, are set up around the big top. The sights, sounds, and smells of preparation permeate the air and there is a feeling of barely-contained excitement.

[blackout]

A half-dozen Thunderhawk gunships enter atmosphere near the circus, and land a few yards from the largest tent. Each Thunderhawk disgorges twenty Blackout Raiders, armed with a variety of weapons, but mostly Bolters, Heavy Bolters, plasma guns, and grenade launchers.

[Nevrmore]

((Them Raiders don't look like they are here for the USO Show.))

Floyd looks at the dropships curiously,

"This part of the act?"

[Sophistemon]

The clowns stop their work and gaze at the Raiders. Tubbo and Bones separate themselves from the crowd and move closer for a better look. Tubbo looks to Floyd.

"No, sir, it isn't."

[Nevrmore]

"That probably ain't good..."

[blackout]

One of the Raiders, clearly the commanding officer of this little contingent, marches forward.
Who's in charge here?

[Sophistemon]

Tubbo swallows nervously and is about to speak, but Bones steps forward and says: "That would be the Captain, sparky. What's it to you?"

[Nevrmore]

Floyd takes a half-step so he is behind Tubbo, wondering if he'll step in should this turn bloody.

[Sophistemon]

Floyd is more than hidden behind Tubbo's massive girth.

[blackout]

The man raises his bolter and aims it in Bones' face.
Listen, buddy. I'm under orders to search this place. No, we won't confiscate anything. But we WILL hurt you, if you try to delay our progress. Your captain needs to speak with me. Now.

[Sophistemon]

Bones smirks. "Captain Klaun's busy, slick, and we ain't got time for this nonsense. We've got a show to put on tomorrow, and it's our opening night. Now skedaddle before I sic the dogs on the lot of you."

[blackout]

Williamson? Shoot the dogs.
A man armed with a plasma gun grins evilly. Yessir!

[Nevrmore]

Floyd pulls Atom Heart (His guitar) over his shoulder and plays Shiny Toy Guns quietly.

((If succesful, it'll turn all of the Raider's guns into harmless nerf guns.))

[blackout]

The Raider officer loads his bolter and fires at the guitar.

[Sophistemon]

Bones sneer deepens. "Hey, now. What makes you think you got the right to barge in here and start trouble, eh? We're a circus, man. We don't mean no harm to anybody."

[Nevrmore]

((Floyd is standing behind Tubbo right now, so you are firing at the fat clown man.))

[Sophistemon]

((Floyd is standing behind Tubbo right now, so you are firing at the fat clown man.))
((Noooooo!))

[blackout]

He sees that he is aiming at the fatman when he is about to fire, and stops himself...he maneuvers around Tubbo, and THEN fires.
The other 118 soldiers load their weapons, and the Thunderhawks fly into the air to lay down supporting fire.
Williamson goes to shoot the dogs.

[Nevrmore]

((So...I'm taking it my spell didn't work or they are going to nerf the dogs to death?))

Strangely enough, the projectile hits Atom Heart dead-on and bounces harmlessly off of it.

"You little bitch..." Floyd says, his cowardice slowly begin replaced with anger.

[Sophistemon]

((The dogs are not visible. They are kenneled inside of a smaller tent.

EDIT

Also, what's the deal with this? It's a frikkin' circus! Why are you threatening frikkin' clowns?!))

[blackout]

((No worky.))
The commander looks at his gun strangely.
Hmm. Wierd. You, with the guitar. Get outta here. Things are gonna get ugly.
The Thunderhawks load the large twin-linked heavy bolter turrets on their tops, aiming for the tents.
The other soldiers aim their weapons at the clowns.
We'll ask you one last time: Where is your captain, and can we have a look around?

((Nukular is very...suspicious. :) ))

[Nevrmore]

Floyd switches up his song, this time playing Cows With Guns.

((Turns people holding guns into moo-cows!))

[blackout]

I said leave! The commander makes to grab the guitar.

((You don't have to. :) This is funny.))

[Nevrmore]

The Commander suddenly finds himself having to dodge a fairly large, indestructible guitar flying towards the side of his head.

[blackout]

He ducks and whimpers. GUITAR ATTACK!

[Nevrmore]

Floyd quick brings his guitar back to a playing position, playing Flash of the Blade. The edge of Atom Heart shimmers slightly, a clue about it's now sword-like sharpness.

"Don't EVER touch my guitar..." He says, wielding the instrument like a sword now.

[blackout]

The soldiers all bring their helmets online, and happen to be wearing powered-armor.
"OPEN FIIIIIIIRE!"

[Warpfire]

Nathaniel wanders in to the circus, and looks around. He recognizes the raiders, and frowns.

"Are you Nukular's men?" he asks, to no one in particular.

[blackout]

Time practically freezes for a minute.
Yes.
Back to the action!

[Nevrmore]

Floyd puts his guitar on the ground for a moment and quickly plays the first few strings of Comfortably Numb. He is now able to shrug off any bullets that might penetrate his fragile frame. He charges at the enarest Raider and tries to behead them with Atom Heart.

[Warpfire]

"So he's got a highly armed army at his disposal, and he's using it to raid a bloody circus?" Nathaniel doesn't seemed very concerned with the action going on around him. "That hardly seems to be an efficient use of resources."

[blackout]

The soldiers immediately open fire on the clowns and the psycho-guitarist. The Thunderhawks open fire on the tents with the twin-heavy-bolters installed on them.
Williamson still isn't back.
The soldier that Floyd rushes ducks and tries to whack him with the butt of his gun.

((Nukular is suspicious. Think about it: People with power can be evil. They might use a fairly innocent front to forward their little schemes. Nukular's just lookin' out for the town. Besides, haven't you seen the movies? The clowns ALWAYS have some evil plot. It! The Joker! It's simple logic, people!))

[Nevrmore]

Floyd takes the hit and doesn't even seem to notice it. He brings the guitar down on the soldier's head.

[blackout]

The soldier's helmet practically make's it fly out of Floyd's hand upon hitting it. It's that hard.
"lol, guitar n00b!"
"Dammit, Leeroy! No leet speak!"
"Aw, man!"

[Nevrmore]

Floyd jumps back and plays TNT. Several explosions should be going off inside of Leeroy's helmet right about now.

[Warpfire]

"I was never contacted about that job I was supposed to get. Not that I want to work for someone who goes around attacking circuses. Hmph." Nathaniel watches the fight, considering whether or not to aid the clowns. Always liked the circus...

[blackout]

"OMG, HAXX0R!" BOOM!
Leeroy now lies dead.
"NOOOOO! LEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEEEEEEEEEENKIIIIIIINS!"
The entire army screams this battlecry and charges.

[Warpfire]

Nathaniel decides to join the fight. He draws the bolter from his back, and considers the irony of using the weapon he got from Nukular on Nukular's own troops. He shrugs and starts firing at the army.

[blackout]

"RUN!"
The army...retreats...for some reason.
A hologram of Nukular appears.
I really, REALLY, hate this particular battalion. THEY NEVER FOLLOW ORDERS PROPERLY!

[Nevrmore]

((Yay, Floyd almost single-handedly repulsed an army!))

[Warpfire]

Nathaniel watches the army retreat, wondering briefly if his few shots caused them to run. He dismisses this notion quickly, and looks over to the hologram.

"Hello, Nukular. Been a while."

[blackout]

Nathaniel! Nice to seeya. Sorry about never sending over the job. Been busy with all of these new factions appearing in orbit for some reason.

[Nevrmore]

Floyd storms up to the hologram of Nukular.

"Your retarded soldier TRIED TO TOUCH ATOM HEART." He yells.

[blackout]

-_- Not my problem, pal...nice guitar, though. Hey, can you play to the tune of 'Blow me Away', by Breaking Benjamin?

[Nevrmore]

Floyd makes a very angry looking grin.

"Of course I can."

He plays Blow Me Away, which would generate gale force winds at Nukulor's location.

[Warpfire]

Nathaniel looks down at his smoking gun, then back up at Nukulor. "Apologies about firing on your troops. Bit of a misunderstanding there."

[blackout]

Nukular is unaffected, seeing as how NukulOr does not exist.
Awesome! Stop playing now. Get me the clown-boss.

[Nevrmore]

"Make that assface apologize for touching my beloved guitar."

[blackout]

Oh, I got something better in mind for him....coughdemotioncough.

[Warpfire]

"Well, it appears there's nothing more for me to do here. Goodbye, Nukulor..." Nathaniel looks at Floyd and pauses. "...man with strange musical instrument." He turns to leave.

[blackout]

Seeya. Oh, and, I got a job for ya. There's a Thunderhawk in an alley, in the streets of town. Look for it if your interested.

[Warpfire]

Nathaniel nods and walks out of the area.

[Sophistemon]

The clowns emerge from the tents they'd taken cover in and get back to work.

((Sorry about vanishing, guys. Had to leave in a hurry.))

[blackout]

A thunderhawk lands, carrying a single man, unarmed.
I come in peace! I need to inspect this place. Protocol.

[Nevrmore]

A bird swoops over the unarmed inspector's head, leaving a present on top of him in the form of a crap.

[blackout]

The inspector whips out a bolt-pistol and shoots the bird.

[Nevrmore]

((Unarmed indeed.))

The bird takes one right through the heart, spiralling down into the ground like a spun-out jet.

A force of birds 100 strong emerge from the trees and launch an attack on the man in retribution.

[Rebonack]

((Wait... I thought he was unarmed...))

[blackout]

AIIIIIIIE! BIRD ATTACK! HELP! HELP ME!

((Not unarmed...but he got a lucky shot. :) He's not trained.))

[Nevrmore]

The birds begin grabbing onto the man's clothes and skin and try lifting him up into the air.

[blackout]

He drops his gun, and the Thunderhawk arms it's own weapons. The gunner aims for the birds.

[Nevrmore]

The birds lift the man about fifty feet into the air and drop him.

[blackout]

The Thunderhawk flies high enough and opens it's side doors. It actually turns at an angle that is very difficult to achieve without crashing, and the man falls into the Thunderhawk's troop-transport bay. His butt is now very sore.

[Nevrmore]

The birds begin flying in a circular pattern around the Thunderhawk, going progressively faster and faster, trying to use the whirlwind they generate to make it spin out.

[blackout]

The Thunderhawk goes at maximum speed, flying right through the wall of birds. Many birds go splat, or are incinerated by the engines.

[Nevrmore]

The remaining birds fly into the sky and form into a strange bat silhouette. The Thunderhawk suddenly feels something land on it's top with a thud. A small, black blade begins cutting a circle into it. They manage to hear a voice faintly over the rushing wind,

"I'm Batman."

[blackout]

The man reaches for his sidearm...but can't find it, cus he dropped it earlier.
*whimper*

[Nevrmore]

Batman cuts a perfectly circular hole into the ship's hull and drops into the cockpit.

"I'm Batman.'

[blackout]

The pilot reaches for his bolt-pistol, and loads it. He fires at batman.
The inspector considers jumping.

[Nevrmore]

The round bounces harmlessly off of Batman's kevlar costume. He begins closing in on the inspector and pilot.

"I'm Batman."

[blackout]

The pilot aims for the head.
The inspector realizes that the ground is getting very close...mainly because the pilot's busy shooting at batman.

[Nevrmore]

Batman suddenly flings a batarang at the pilot's gun hand while simultaneously ducking.

"I'm Batman."

[blackout]

The pilot's hand gets lopped off.
The ground is so close that the Thunderhawk could crash.
The inspector jumps, and rolls.

[Nevrmore]

Batman pulls two different grappling hooks out of his utility belt. He shoots one at the inspector, trying to catch him, and the other through the hole he had made, which clamps on to some anonymous, overhanging object that would be perfect for grappling.

[blackout]

The inspector is not caught, and runs. The Thunderhawk crashes not too far out from the docks.

[Nevrmore]

Batman lands on the ground and chases after the inspector, flinging batarangs at him as he does.

[blackout]

The nameless inspector runs for it, ducking, dodging and screaming as he heads for the docks...

[Nevrmore]

Batman chases him towards the docks.

[Rebonack]

Maph'tey, clad in his human shape, steps through a gate none too far from the main tent.

"Eerr... excuse me?" He asks a passing clown. "When will the first show begin?"

[Nevrmore]

Floyd, who had been occupied watching Batman chase around the inspector stupidly, snaps back into reality as Maph'tey appears.

[Sophistemon]

One of the clowns looks away from the spectacle to answer. "Sometime soon. Within ten days."

[Rebonack]

Maph'tey thanks the performer.

"Thank you. I'll see about coming."

He then steps back through the gate which spirals shut behind him.

[blackout]

((I can tell what your up to Sophist. ;) *evil plot*))
A second thunderhawk, carrying twenty inspectors((for good measure)), touches down.
The inspector leader steps forward. "We are terribly sorry about what's been happening. HOPEFULLY, we will be able to come to an agreement. We are all completely unarmed...BILL!"
One of the inspectors groans and hands over his assault rifle.
"Honestly, Bill, what am I going to DO with you?"

[blackout]

((Ack. He always has to bail at the worst opportunities. :( Oh well. No harm done.))

[Nevrmore]

Ace the Bathound appears behind all the inspectors.

"Ruff, ruff!*"



*I'm Ace the Bathound!

[blackout]

The inspectors throw a stick to the dog.

[Nevrmore]

Ace catches the stick in his mouth and snaps it in half in his maw, spitting the two halves out.

"Ruff, ruff!"

[blackout]

"Nice doggy!"

((Seriously, man, quit it. :( THESE inspectors mean no harm...cept Bill.))

[Nevrmore]

((So can he attack Bill?))

[blackout]

((Nah. Bill's been disarmed. He can't do anything.))

[Nevrmore]

((Ah, fine.))

Batman swings down in front of Ace.

"I'm Batman."

"Ruff, ruff!"

Batman and Ace suddenly swing off into the night.

[blackout]

"Freaks."
The inspectors go about inspecting the place, with or without permission from the clowns.

[Sophistemon]

((I really am so sorry about vanishing. I did not mean to, I assure you. My Internet hiccuped for several hours, which is why I'm only just on now.))

The clowns allow the inspectors their search, but will prevent all entry into the bigtop. Their explanation for this secrecy is: "We don't want to ruin the surprise."

[blackout]

An inspector sneaks around the back of the bigtop, and drops a scout drone behind his back, hidden from the clowns. The scout cloaks and attempts to gain entry to the bigtop.

[Sophistemon]

The bigtop, despite being made of cloth, seems designed to repel intruders.

[blackout]

"Hmm..." One of the inspectors puts on some X-ray goggles.

[Sophistemon]

The bigtop is made of cloth.

The cloth is made of lead fibers.

[blackout]

"Darnit. I can't see inside."
"OOH-"
"NO, BILL."
"Aw..."

[Sophistemon]

The clowns bring the animals back out of their kennels for training and preparation for opening night.

[blackout]

"Hmm...Bill, gimme your gun and silencer."
"I don't have any-"
"YES, you do."
Bill grumbles, handing the other inspector his bolt-pistol and silencer. The inspector attaches the silencer and fires a single shot into the big top.

[Nevrmore]

The inspectors hear the low growl of Ace the Bathound....

[blackout]

((They are persistant in trying to find out what is going on here. Everything cept the bigtops been explored. So far, no incriminating evidence...but the name and the [Plot] thing up at the post name is clear evidence...THE CLOWNS ARE EVIL! :) ))

Bill kicks the dog.

[Sophistemon]

The bullet ricochets off of the tent, does a quarter loop-the-loop, and stabs point-first into the dry, dusty ground.

[Nevrmore]

((Ace isn't actually there, they just hear his growl.))

[blackout]

"......*sigh*"
"Can I-"
"Fine. Call in the orbital bombardment. WE MUST SEE INSIDE THIS TENT!"

[Nevrmore]

Floyd's head turns so quickly he almost snaps his neck, "O-o-orbital bombardment?? As in, like, bombs from space??"

[Sophistemon]

((Seriously, it's just a tent.))

One of the clowns overhears. "Oh, for pity's sake, fine. We'll let you look inside the tent. You just have to promise that you won't tell anyone what you see. Other than, you know, the people you're reporting to."

[blackout]

((I'm onto you, Sophist. :) ))
One inspector goes into the tent...((*waits*))

[Sophistemon]

It is huge inside. There are trapeze set up at the top, and many, many bleachers along the edges. It is, all told, a regular bigtop circus tent.

Made of lead fabric.

There is no sign of Captain Klaun.

[blackout]

"Ok, everything seems to be in order. Now we just need your boss to sign this here Inspection Passed certificate, and we can all go home!"

[Sophistemon]

The clown shrugs. "The captain is busy. I can sign it, if you like."

[blackout]

"No, really, it needs to be signed by your boss. Otherwise, we have to do the whole thing over again."

[Nevrmore]

"And what if I'm the boss?"

[blackout]

"Then you can sign it. But we need to see the actual boss, and he needs to sign his full name onto this paper, in person, for the inspection to be valid. I don't care how busy he is."

[Nevrmore]

"Well...I'm not busy. So let me sign it. I'm the captain." Floyd says, trying his best to bluff.

[Sophistemon]

The clown sighs, tweaks his nose (honk!) and nods. "Sure. Whatever. Over here, please." He leads the man to a small sub-tent withing the bigtop. On the door flap is sewn a sign: Captain Theodore D. Klaun. He rings the bell tied to a post beside the door, and a gruff voice calls out from inside.

"Whossere?"

"A... uhm... I don't really know, Cap. An inspector. He wants your signature."

"No strangers allowed in the bigtop. I'm cutting your pay."

"... Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

[Nevrmore]

"Aww, and I was gonna be all heroic and stuff..."

[blackout]

"Sir, I do believe we need your signature. Now. Otherwise, we annihilate the entire area with overgrown plasma-guns from orbit."

[Sophistemon]

"S***. Fine, come in. Make it snappy, I don't have all day."

[blackout]

He does so, and presents the certificate.

[Sophistemon]

A very scruffy-looking clown, cigar clenched between large square teeth, takes the certificate, looks it over, and signs it with a flourish. He hands it back.

"Now get the f*** out."

((Don't you love an angry clown? I know that I do.))

[blackout]

"A pleasure doing business with ya." He then hands the clown a card with the Blackout Raiders logo on it. "Call us if you need security guards for your circus."

[Sophistemon]

"What did I say concerning you and getting the f*** out? Oh, right. Get the f*** out."

[blackout]

The inspector grins like a maniac. "Whatever. Just 'member... I can hurt you. Alot. " He walks off cackling.

[Nevrmore]

"Man, Fatto, why didn't you let me be a hero and stuff?" Floyd says, kicking the ground, depressed.

[Sophistemon]

Tubbo looks over at Floyd. "What would the point have been?"

Captian Klaun growls at them. "You two. Get outta here."

Tubbo cowers. "Yes, sir. Right away, sir." He walks away, beckoning Floyd to follow after him.

[Nevrmore]

Floyd sighs and follows Tubbo.

[Sophistemon]

"It might be time for you to... you know, head out. The Captain really doesn't like people here before we open."

[Nevrmore]

"But...I don't have anywhere else to go..."

[Sophistemon]

Tubbo bites a painted lip. "Eeee... We could set you up a cot somewhere, but you'd have to keep out of sight."

[Nevrmore]

Floyd sighs, "No...Living in a circus is...weird...I'll just go."

[Sophistemon]

Tubbo frowns again, worried that he's hurt Floyd's feelings. "Really! It wouldn't be any trouble. We could set it up in the barracks, and you'd be cozy as you please."

[Nevrmore]

"No, it's just that...I've been freeloading all of my life. I just thought it was cool because, you know, I'm a rocker and stuff but...dying has really opened my eyes. I've got to go do something with me (second) life."

[blackout]

Floyd hears a little voice in his head go "form a concert...get more musicians..."

[Sophistemon]

Tubbo nods, solemnly. It is a horrifying thing, as the nodding makes his face-meat jiggle. "Well, you're welcome back for opening night."

[Nevrmore]

"Thanks, Tubbo. If I ever become a famous musician, you can have free front-row seats to my first concert."

[Sophistemon]

Tubbo nods again (Ugh!). "Thank you. See you on opening night."

((Bed time for me. Drat!))

[Nevrmore]

Floyd waves his goodbyes and leaves the circus.