Hey guys, I found a little text I made a while back that I wanted to try. It’s my interpretation on the story of Soul Weaver (she was my first main). I decided to post it here because why not. This was intended to be the story behind each deduction, and this particular one was of the very first one, since they all tell a story. I was proud of it back then, I hope you like it.

Main Act

Chapter One

”Home”

This story (divided into chapters) is based on Violetta’s information from the game, with canonical support and elements. This is my take on telling her story before the manor, but you can make your own deductions. The story will be divided into chapters, and I’ll try to make them not too long so that you can read them easily and not get desperate. Any feedback you may have is very welcome.

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”One man’s honey is another man’s poison.”

It’s another cold February night. Rain is pouring down upon the fearsome proletariat of a poor village. Yelling and giggles can be heard, as it’s usual in such a small settlement, and with good reason; the circus is in town. The occasion may not be special, but it’s a break from the misery and bleakness that haunts the villagers every day. Disease, famine, high crime rate, you name it, everything happens here.

“5 and ⅔ cents to see the grotesque joined twins”; reads a sign outside the tent. The morbid minds of the potential clients fills their heads with gross images. What does it look like? Their brains wonder. Without any hesitation to miss a once in a lifetime opportunity, they spend their daily meal money on a ticket for the main act. As they enter, a strange smell can be detected in the room, and it rings of vomit and other bodily fluids. It’s almost unbearable, and invites you to leave. Yet, they’ve already spent their money, might as well stay.

About thirty minutes pass, everyone is on their seats, awaiting eagerly for what they were promised: more misery. What was the goal of witnessing such ugly sights? Perhaps it helped make fun of people who had it worse than them, and maybe then the pain wouldn’t be so bad. Nonetheless, a man in a top hat makes an appearance on stage. He scans the crowd, trying to count in his head how much money he had earned that night from each occupied seat.

– “Ladies and gentlemen, you are all very welcome into this humble tent. Please, don’t succumb to despair, for I will present to you what you’ve been so demanding.”

The crowd begins to cheer, mildly, as well as some cough that can be heard in the background.

– “Behold, our opening act, the bearded lady!”

A woman comes out of the side. Her clothes are worn, and are filled with stains of god knows what. She sits on a chair in the middle of the stage, as she hears the sounds of amusement from the crowd. She stays there, strokes her beard, and leaves the scene.

– “Such a hottie, isn’t she? Then prepare, for you will witness now a different specimen, the ugly elephant man!”

A presumably male human comes out of the sides. He’s unrecognisable, his body is filled with deformities and there’s a large bulge where his face should be. Does it have eyes? How does it breathe? What is IT? Questions that, if you had the power to read minds, would be hearing from the thoughts of the ignorant crowd.

He can hear booing and grossed out sounds from the crowd. A tomato flies across the room and lands on his head, and the whole room laughs. He’s used to it, after all, what other treatment would a deformed monster get? That’s what he deserved, or at least that’s what the man in the top hat said to him.

The man leaves the scene.

– “I know what you’re thinking. You came here for what you read outside the tent. Well, no need to be impatient anymore, here’s your grotesque desire!”.

Two bodies enter the scene, but they’re together, as if god had bored himself and decided to play by gluing together a pair of twin brothers. The crowd gasps in amusement, and they all mutter at each other. The man in the top hat is pleased, he knows they will come back for more, eventually.

The show finishes, and the people leave. The man in the top hat counts his money, he didn’t earn as much as he’d hoped, but at least it will do to eat. Just as they were picking up the chairs, crying can be heard, and it echoes the tent. The man notices, and scans the room. There’s a basket, and it was beneath one of the chairs.

Upon opening it, he smiles. He’s found his next main act.

”Photo: A basket with a baby in it has been left under a seat at the performance”