(AN: So I was inspired by this new fic on AO3 called Black Sapphire: the circus of deceit by Percilla, who permitted me to create my own spin on their story. And I am now addicted to the freaks circus and highly recommend it to my readers who are 18+, as it is an adult visual novel/game with disturbing and dark content inside.)
{Spire of Deceit}
In the twisting halls of the Spire, a purple-doughed cookie is seen walking with quick steps as they head towards their master's room to report on their latest mission's success. (Hmmm, the rumors have been spreading rather quickly now. My mission was far quicker to complete than usual, so master shadow milk should be proud of me, right?) The cookie thinks silently as her one visible eye narrows in thought while she twirls her beloved microphone staff with an agile hand. Unaware of a portal appearing behind them, they continue their silent train of thoughts before a speaking noise causes them to turn before, with a yelp, they are sucked in, only able to flap their batlike wings once in an attempt to escape the pulling before vanishing.
Falling is the only thing they can feel as their body is sent hurtling through the void, their very being shifting and growing as dough becomes something close to flesh, and their cookie frame turns fuller and defined, no longer flat and one-dimensional. (By the witches, what's happening, it hurts my whole body, feels like it's being crumbled!) Unable to speak through the pain, their thoughts race as they finally land on solid ground with a grunt and sit up, only to freeze when feeling the changes in their body as they reach for their fallen staff and gaze at their now human hand resembling the look of the witches their master told her about when she was freshly baked by him.
"What happened to me? Why does my body feel and look so strange, and where am I?" They ask outloud as their wings flap in stress behind them before they hide as they see a group of strange figures that resemble their new body, if only less inhumane,n and overhear their discussion of a circus that just arrived and how people have begun vanishing since they came. Their eye glows as they frown and realise they are no longer in Earthbread, and when trying to feel their connection to their master merely meet nothing but a blocked wall. Now alone and lost, they fly up to a nearby roof and begin gathering intel, stalking passerbys, and listening to gossip and rumours as they notice how out of place their appearance seems.
After nearly a whole day had passed, they stood on the rooftop of a nearby apartment and gazed down below. "Hmm, so this is a new world, and this body, while not fully mine, is similar enough to use for my purposes. Master, if you were here, you'd probably already be causing discord....but since you are not, then I shall gladly spread deceit to this world they call earth~."A figure in a black and purple victorian suit says as she eyes the crowds of humans walking by from her vantage point on the rooftop before with a grin and flash of light unseen by the pedistrans below she vanishes and from the adjourning alley a woman with unnaturally pale skin like porcelain and unique purple eyes is seen walking through the streets her features beautiful yet inhumane as her pointed ears and folded wings that merely pass as part of her esmeable cause the passing crowds to stop and whisper some with jealousy others with envy and even some with lust.