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About a week ago, a bizarre-looking circus tent had been discovered in the woods outside of town. Nobody had been inside it yet, but you’d heard loose descriptions of it in passing. Those who had attempted to enter it themselves described feeling a sudden, overpowering sense of unwelcomeness and then backing away.
After hearing conversation about it for the umpteenth time, you started to get curious about it as well. You typically weren’t the type of person to go exploring in really anything, but something about this place just piqued your curiosity.
And if that wasn’t enough, you even had this bizarre dream on the night which cemented your decision to investigate.
In the dream you stood in the middle of a circular room, and in the center was a large, unlit brazier with an egg sitting in the middle of it. The room had no roof, and above you was a dark-red, starry sky, with an equally as crimson moon shining its light down on the egg…
After a few seconds of examining the egg, you heard a voice speaking in your head.
“Yes…yes, I think you’re the one to carry on the show. Why don’t you come down to the tent?”
And once the voice had finished talking, you woke up. With that, you just couldn’t resist any more. You knew what had to be done.
You needed to go to that tent.
You immediately shot out of bed and got dressed, throwing on whatever you could grab before grabbing your phone and heading out. Thankfully you didn’t need to use the flashlight to see, thanks to the bright night sky above.
…Almost like your dream.
As you walked you couldn’t help but ponder the dream…What could it mean? Could the inside of the tent look just like it did in the dream?
And that voice…Why did it say that? What did it mean? Who said it? These questions endlessly cycled through your mind as the man-made concrete path faded away into a stomped-down trail into the woods.
The night was chilly, windy, and ominous. With every step you took you felt like you were one more step closer to crossing a line that you couldn’t cross back over once you’d done so. You tried your best to push those thoughts out of your mind.
‘(“It’s just a tent in the woods.”) You reassured yourself. (“It can’t be that deep.”)
And while you were trying to calm yourself…you finally came upon it.
Large and grand, it was. Sitting proudly and ominously in the middle of the woods. You never recalled there being this much space for something so big in the first place, it was like the tent had deleted all of the trees around it in order to make room for itself.
The tent itself was a deep, nearly-black grey. Its cloth hung down in segments like beetle wings, and oddly decorated banners that resembled the face of a bug hung down all around the exterior, gently swishing in the wind.
You gulped nervously as you walked around the perimeter of the tent. That sense of finality came back to you once again. No matter how ridiculous it seemed, something deep within you told you that once you entered this tent…your life would never be the same.
But you ignored it. You had to- You NEEDED to see the inside of the tent.
It didn’t take you much longer to find a slit curtain. No doubt this was the entrance to the tent…
Taking a deep breath, you parted the curtain and entered.
The interior was almost the exact same as it was in your dream (Minus the red night sky), and the thing your eyes were instantly drawn to was the brazier in the center.
Tentatively, you stepped over to it…and of course, there was the egg. Sitting dead-center in the middle as if it were a nest.
After a mere few seconds of looking at the egg…it began to glow. It glowed a faint red color. Your eyes widened.
And they would only widen further as your ears beheld what emitted from the egg.
It was a voice.
The one from your dream.
“Ah…wonderful, you came, just as I hoped you would.”
You jumped, startled.
“H-Huh-?! Are you in the-? Are you the-?”
“I am stuck in the egg, you see.” The voice responded.
You tried to ask a question, but there were so many of them, and your brain couldn’t focus on one at any given time.
“I understand that you may have many questions. Fear not, I shall attempt to answer at least some of them.” The voice said.
Well that was a relief, at least.
“Now…my name is Grimm, and this is the main tent of my circus troupe…as you can see, it has seen better days…the lack of entertainment for a prolonged period of time caused the magic of my dear troupe to fade, leaving it in this state and sealing my soul into this egg.”
You listened intently to Grimm’s words. While that answered some of your questions, that still left you with quite a few more.
“Did…did you give me that dream? And…what did you mean by what you said in it?” You asked.
“Why yes I did.” Grimm began. “And as for why I chose you, I believe there is a deep, untapped showmanism within you, dear fellow. And I require such a thing in order to bring my troupe back to its former glory.”
Your blood immediately ran cold at that moment, was this thing about to steal your body?!
Seemingly reading your thoughts again, Grimm spoke up once again.
“Oh no, no no no, my friend. I would never. The decision is entirely up to you. Should you refuse, I shall merely try to find someone else to carry on the cycle.”
“..Wh-What do you mean? What does all this entail?” You asked.
“Well…If you accept, all you need to do is light the brazier ablaze, after that the egg will hatch and my spirit will flow into you. From there, we will merge into one being. My memories and powers will become yours.”
You thought all of this over…For some reason you couldn’t find any reason to back down from this. You DID always secretly fantasize about being in some sort of medieval, dark-fantasy circus in your freetime…and hell, maybe this could pull in some good money?
“S-So…how do I light it on fire? There’s uh…not any fuel in there. Or anything to light it up with-“
“Simple, my friend. Merely imagine it lighting up.” Grimm answered.
“Ok then…” You sighed and then stared deeply into the empty brazier, imagining a glorious flame erupting from it…
…And then it happened.
A great pyre exploded out of thin air, a large plume of blood-red fire enveloped the inside of the torch. You ended up jumping back out of fright and landing on your rear as a result.
You could see the egg beginning to glow even brighter than before, and you could see bright-red cracks forming in the egg’s outline. After a few seconds, the shell would burst apart, setting free a cloud of red vapor which floated upwards, out of the fire. Afterwards, it rushed straight at you and disappeared into your chest. You yelped again.
“Thank you, my friend…I entrust the troupe to your capable hands…” From there the voice faded out…leaving you with a sudden feeling of heat across your whole body.
“Nggh…” You whimpered as you sat up. You couldn’t bring yourself to move much more than that, you simply felt too hot to do much of anything, it was like your bloodstream had been replaced with pure magma.
“NRGH-!” Your face suddenly felt a massive spike of pain. You lifted up your head to let out a cry of pain, and immediately, too fast for you to comprehend, your face changed.
Any color in your face drained away as your muscle and skin fused together into one tough layer of chitin. Said chitin also eroded away your nose but still left you with a sense of smell. Your ears would also suffer the same effects.
Your eyes, however, would be a much different story. They widened into the vague shape of a walnut and a red hue spread over your sclera like blood dripped into a glass of water. Soon your pupils would start to shrink until they were gone, enveloped by the red hue that your eyes had become.
Finally, your face as a whole stretched out to form a mandible, with your teeth all growing sharper and merging with your jaws to boot.
Once all that was done, you quickly and confusedly felt all over your face. Feeling confused and nervous by the change in texture, you whipped your phone back out and looked at yourself in its reflection. Your eyes widened, and black patterns formed around them, as well as two vertical lines going below and above your eyes. It was as if you grew a set of eyeliner.
You stared for several more moments. This face…it looked so familiar to you. You couldn’t deny that a few moments ago, your face didn’t look like this…you should’ve been terrified, on your knees begging for your old visage back…but you weren’t. You failed to notice it, but the heatwave in your body had also died down now…
You then spotted something out of the corner of your eyes: Your hair seemed to be changing. Every strand began to solidify and consolidate into the ones around it. Following that, it all sunk down until it was the exact same consistency of the rest of your head.
But the most drastic change was soon to come, as what remained of your skull began to defiantly grow. You winced as two lumps begin to rise out of the top of your head, jet-black chitin growing around them as they settled in. The tips eventually grew into a curved formation and edged out to be deathly sharp. You slowly reached up with your hand, tracing your new horns delicately.
“…New horns?” You questioned your own thoughts. Hadn’t you had them all your life?
Wait- No, no you hadn’t.
You groaned lightly and clutched your head, shaking it around some. You failed to notice one more thing, and that was your fingernails growing and merging with your fingers.
“Urgh…They’re not my memories, they’re not my memories…” You repeated to yourself. You remembered Grimm telling you that his memories would enter your mind during the transformation…and indeed, you were already starting to remember your body having always been like it was changing to be…you gritted your teeth, trying your best to differentiate between what were your memories, and Grimm’s.
After deciding that you had a good enough grip on your mind for now, you lowered your hands again, and then you let out another yelp of shock, for you realized the changes that had occurred in them while you were sifting through your head.
Your hands had now become coated with the same black chitin that was on your head. Your fingertips were now sharp and almost vampire-like. Your joints were now also thicker than the rest of your hands, giving them a segmented look.
“…Well…” You hummed, flexing your fingers. You just couldn’t bring yourself to be opposed to this. You supposed it was due to Grimm’s influence, but even then…so far this looked like a cool body, even without the influence you doubted you would be against it.
More and more of your human skin and muscle started to form into chitin, and soon enough your arms would be fully swallowed up, allowing your chest to start being converted next.
A sudden, irresistible thought hit you suddenly. You suddenly realized that the shirt you wore was worthless! It was a glorified rag! Not befitting the leader of such an immaculate show at all! So in a bout of ostentatious fervor, you gripped at the collar of your shirt and ripped it right off in one determined tear. You then came back to your senses soon after and facepalmed at ruining a perfectly good shirt.
At least this gave you a good view of what was happening to your torso.
Rapidly your skin hardened and took on a red color, however it didn’t harden all at once. Instead, the chitin formed in segments, eventually forming to cloak your midriff in entirety, rendering you with a chitinous carapace.
But you wouldn’t have time to dwell on that, for your legs would change next. They changed as fast as your face did, and you could barely process any of the changes as they occurred.
As with your arms, any skin and muscle would be converted into chitin. However that is where the similarities stopped.
Several long, thick hairs sprouted out of your calves, which bent inwards, rendering you digitigrade.
Still though, you wouldn’t have much time to process it, as along with your feet beginning to change, your mind was being overcome with a swath of new, rapidly-familiarizing memories. Overall, this was extremely overstimulating.
As you clutched your head to try and help you sift through your mind again, your feet would be converted to chitinous nature. Right afterwards, all of your toes save for the ones on each end decayed into nothing, and your remaining ones swelled and stretched in size as your toenails grew and sharpened. Soon your feet had become full-fledged claws.
Your session of mind-sorting had been interrupted by the feeling of just how damn tight your shoes had now become. By now your socks had been shredded to pieces, leaving you with the full, horribly uncomfortable feeling of your claws shoving and poking at the walls of your shoes.
“Hnnngh-! C’mon-! Get off-!” You huffed, arduously lifting your claws up to see if that would help.
Soon, mercifully, you could see your shoelaces snapping and the tips of your shoes ripping off. It wouldn’t take much longer for your insectoid claws to tear their way to freedom, and you set them back on the ground in relief.
But that wouldn’t last long, as your eyes caught your pants…such worthless, constricting attire! How could one dance properly in such things? It would look like kicking one’s legs around while having bulrushes glued around them!
Eagerly your hands whipped down and your finger-claws joyfully sliced through the fabric and snapped your belt to pieces.
Your rational mind then kicked back in as you realized you’d completely ruined your last article of clothing.
But now…it was done. Groggily you stood up, allowing the shredded denim of your pants to slide off your legs. You held your head with one hand, and your other hand rested on the edge of the brazier.
“Urghh…!” The feeling of heat resurfaced. You clenched your head with both hands as your new, Grimm-related memories settled back in.
“URRRRGHHH-!” You lifted your head up and let out a deafening screech. A flash of blood-red light emitted from your body. The wind howled, blowing from your direction. Your body became overwhelmed with new, magical power as you transformation finalized. A royal grey cloak draped itself over your body to top it all off.
And finally, it was done. No longer were you any mere human…you were the grand, illustrious Troupe Master Grimm, the Travelling God Of The Troupe.
…If you even had a troupe that was, but oh well. You were sure you could revive it. You were chosen for a reason after all.
You stared into the glorious fires of the torch in front of you, pondering the night’s events. You could still remember everything about your past life (all except for your name)…and you were shocked by how little it meant to you now. When you first began this undertaking, you expected to miss your past life at least a little bit…but now you couldn’t care less. You had much more pressing things to worry about.
Hell, maybe in due time…you would forget your past life entirely.
You chuckled nobly to yourself. You were eager to get back to business…but you had to admit. You were tired. Tonight’s events were utterly exhausting.
You proceeded to walk up the walls of the tent and onto the ceiling, where you wrapped your cloak around yourself like a cocoon and hung down like a bat.
And soon you drifted off to sleep…dreams of dances and theatrics now filled your head.
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