She baked 40 cakes.

That’s as many as four tens.

And that’s incredible.

Just because you’ve been transported to a new place doesn’t mean you have to turn your back on tradition!

Miss Circle has organized her own version of the Killing Children Convention panel (or KCC for short) to help the hub’s villains learn more about the fundamentals (heh) of her favorite hobby! She will be discussing chase tips, body disposal methods, what to do with your leftovers, and how to bribe the authorities!!!

# ((REDDIT THIS IS FOR RP PURPOSES.))

This is the best day of her life!!! 🥹

There was a knock at the door.

After a few minutes, it got obnoxiously louder.

BANG BANG BANG

After another few seconds of waiting, D! Circle kicked the door off of the hinges!

“GUESS WHO GOT DISHONORABLY DISCHARGED?! No more Grace, no more idiots, annnnd most importantly no more work!! I get ta mooch offa you guys!

Oh, I brought Thavel, too.”

Despite being nearly her height, D! Circle dangled D! Thavel by the scruff of her neck.

“HALLO!!!!”

She waved enthusiastically.

OUTSIDE OF THE HUB

LOOP 4

The girl had done it; she’d defied the Natural Order by destroying the powerful witch’s amulet.

Changed fate itself, her will indomitable.

The forest outside of the mute’s cabin had been eerily quiet after the skirmish earlier that night, four bodies standing out amongst decomposing and skeletal remains of Grace’s “agents.”

Bloomie lay on her chest, headless; her skull had exploded like a sanguine water balloon after a devastating strike from Claire, rotting skin and skull fragments littering the ground in front of her. Maggots had already begun to settle inside of her neck, feeding on their new nest.

Ironic, she who had called her students “maggots” was reduced to nothing more than maggot food.

Thavel’s corpse was pinned to the ground, her antlers snapped off and buried through her legs. Wolves had started to fight over her remains, growling and snapping at each other as they played tug-o-war with her arms that had been ripped straight out of the sockets. Her head was missing also, mounted on a nearby wooden pike as her ruined jaw hung slack in a final, horrifying expression.

Mister Compass lay beside a tree, nude and flayed alive as he’d huddled into a fetal position, desperately attempting to stay warm as snow piled onto him; his skin had been hung up to dry like a crude, macabre banner, a warning to Grace and anyone who served her.

Finally, Miss Circle.

A ruined eye. A nearly-severed arm. A gaping hole in her chest where the ushanka-wearing mute had pierced her through the heart, surrounding blood had coagulated and fat congealed. One leg was mutilated, sharp pencils still stuck inside of it where Claire’s bat had ripped through her muscle and ligaments. Her stomach had erupted from a surprisingly powerful punch, emptying its contents onto other organs that had long since shut down.

Ba-Bump.

She twitched slightly.

Ba-Bump.

Her shredded muscle had begun to thread themselves back together.

Ba-Bump

Ba-Bump

Ba-Bump

How could a heart beat with eviscerated valves and a severed aorta?!

Her heart pumped thin, dark liquid as her body miraculously began to repair itself. Rotten layers of skin stitched over working organs as her claw dug into the snow.

She breathed, gurgling through the fluid in her lungs as she slowly began to sit up, her eyes darting at her surroundings. Her vision was blurry, but she swore she could make out what appeared to be a pitch-black vulpine creature quickly ducking behind a tree.

Her strength waxed as she heaved, pulling her tall, slender form to her feet, snow crunching underneath her combat boots as she limped over to where she’d last seen the creature.

She nearly tripped over the limp mound that was her husband, peering down at him. He looked…pathetic. She dropped to one knee, brushing the freezing snow off of him as she cradled his lifeless body in her arms, hugging him close.

He wheezed faintly.

His muscles were twitching to life, tensing and jerking as she recoiled, staring into his eyes.

She began to laugh. That signature bubbly giggle with malicious undertones.

He joined in with a laugh of his own, husky and deep; a perfect contrast to hers. Together, they were a symphony of malice.

Hours later, Δiden had returned to the cabin with firewood and a couple of rabbits that she’d trapped. The old, wooden door creaked open as she plodded inside, stomping to clear the powdery snow from her winter boots as she closed the door behind her, dropping the firewood in a small pile beside the door.

She froze. There was a single eye peering out of the darkness at her.

Miss Circle lapped the fresh blood from the spike end of her husband’s compass form as she glanced at the drying rack where his skin had once been. How the mute russian didn’t notice it was missing was beyond her, but worked perfectly in her favor, and now she had a nice cozy ushanka.

There was that damn fox again…it beckoned her closer with what appeared to be a single, large tail. A rift opened beside it as its tail unfurled into nine smaller ones, all pointing her through.

She glanced down at her husband, who was still attached to her arm, his single glowing eye glancing back up at her.

An unnaturally wide grin ripped the corners of her mouth as the two of them stepped through.

They had a sneaking suspicion there SHE was beyond the portal.

((Sorry for the edge and all the writing 💀 tldr: Here’s Circles Miss Circle!!!))

Allen stares down at a strange device, scratching the top of his head

“Okay, now this has GOT to be “Urath,” otherwise I’m scrappin’ this thing.”

He soars downward, slowly but surely entering the planet’s atmosphere before touching down somewhere in the hub

Sage steps through the portal, a strange looking guitar strapped to her back and a wide grin on her face.

“So this is what all the hubbub’s about? Far out, man…Really diggin’ the vibe of this place! Bet Chili P would get a kick outta it, too.”

You should totally approach it!

You just so happen to be traveling in the southeastern most part of the Forest of Pure Danger when you spot a quaint cabin, hastily pieced together. You can see flickering light through one of the windows, and a plume of smoke puffing from the chimney. The aroma of garlic and onion dances through the air, beckoning you to investigate further, and upon further inspection, you can see a small garden flourishing with various different herbs and vegetable plants. Despite the dilapidated appearance, you can’t help but feel a sense of warmth and serenity, the abode seemingly untouched by the horrors of this world.

Do you approach the front door?

I want to hug her so bad gng 💔

I really suck at making up my mind so just for clarity’s sake here is a list of characters that are now up for grabs

Danger AU Thavel

Danger AU Bloomie

Danger AU Sasha

Danger AU Demi

Danger AU Emily

Danger AU Grace

Bondrewd

Clem (Warframe)