According to the flyers it was meant to be set up on the fields already but all that appeared to be there was an ornate door on the ground. It looked like it was make of those blue and white porcelain plates but the pattern was tumbling acrobats and knife throwers. Stranger yet the door actually worked and opened up to the circus itself, sitting on the field and fully set up.
You carefully stepped down and... across? You ended up standing upright instead of going down for reasons beyond your comprehension. The people around you must have come from the same place as well but they all looked perfectly fine but were wearing masks of all shapes and sizes. A clown tapped you on the shoulder and jumped back, startled by your plain face.
"Your face, good man," it hissed, teeth shaped like tiny tombstones, "Where is your face? You aren't properly attired to be outside. Look, just use this for now and get your face back on ASAP. Damn disgrace you look!". After handing you an ornate paper mask with some kind of glue along the nose bridge it sauntered off towards a dunk tank.
Placing the mask on your face you began to walk around too, wondering if you had enough cash for a snack or entrance to the big top (assuming you hadn't missed the show yet). Every now and then someone would tut at you patronisingly and say something along the lines of "Left your face again dearie? Had to borrow one did you? Oh what a shame, you really let yourself down." and after a while it really grated on your nerves.
It got to the point where you snapped at the next person to say this. You told them that in no way did the flyer say this was a masked event of any kind and your own face was just as good as any bloody mask thank you very much!
They looked so shocked, positively startled like a deer in headlights or a cat on hot coals. They meekly asked you to show therm the flyer you received and what the entrance looked like. Giving them the flyer you told them about the porcelain plate door in the empty field opening up to somehow another field and a look of understanding swept over their covered face.
"They flyer must have slipped under the door - it wasn't exactly meant for you dearie. It was meant for the you that lives over here. you're not a part of this world at all, you poor thing - must be confusing eh? I got that on my first accidental trip to your world too."
They then politely asked you to leave as quickly as possible before the main show started and you were expected to attend. "Not the sort of thing people from your world can withstand." They explained, "You're all just so fragile, so flammable. It wouldn't end well for you and with a borrowed mask you're bound to be picked off by the ringmaster!"
Escorting you firmly to the door that stood upright on this end, they bid you a fond goodbye and refused to let you have the flyer back. It wasn't meant for you or your world apparently. Before you closed the door behind you (or rather below), you asked the stranger to remove their mask just to see what was underneath it. They gave you their face.Seems that behind a clown's mask there's nothing at all, just empty space.
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