Hello everyone!
This is a short one shot story based off the Japanese show Popee The Performer. If you are unfamiliar with this show I would certainly go check it out if you don't mind violence and stuff.
The show is void of any conversation and runs for 40 episodes. You can easily find all of these on YouTube. While this story is stand alone right now, I may give it a full book in the FAR future.
Enjoy!
PS: This story is based off a children's show unlike any other.

Just A Normal Day At The Circus
Poppe The Performer

The sun beamed down on the Wolf Circus grounds, well more like sand since this place seemed to be in the middle of the desert.
You wipe the sweat from your brow, noting to yourself how hot the day had gotten. You had been up early enough the notice a change in the weather but your Co stars, Papi, Kedamono and Poppe were still nestled asleep in their beds. They seemed to sleep quite a lot, not surprising since Popee and Keda spent most of last night fighting. You stayed back, watching while Papi decided to resolve the matter. Didn't do any good though since the sun jester soon found himself scattered around the circus thanks to one of Popee's rogue bombs. Every night without fail Popee would pick some sort of fight and every night you would retreat to your homemade bunker to wait it out.
You think it best to get equipment set up for the day ahead, since nobody else had bothered this far and to be honest, you didn't know if there was any equipment left after last night. You sigh, looking through each tent in hopes of finding something that surrived the bunny clown's rage.
One tent, nothing.
Two tents, nothing.
Three tents, bombs.
Still nothing.
Your heart was heavy with disappointment and while you didn't mind the bullish attitude Popee displayed you wished he would tone it down once in a while.
Yes, people may be magically ressurected in this dessert but that doesn't condone violence over the small and petty things. Last night it was a banana peal, the night before it was a slice of cake. Where would it end?
You rummage through boxes upon boxes of items, finding a simple fire ring and what items to ignite it. You sigh deeply, better then nothing at all. Turning around due to the shuffling noises from behind, you see Popee sitting up in bed, rubbing his head and grimicing from what you assumed was a headache.
" Morning Popee " He somewhat smiled and waved at you, reminding you of how different he was. Your heart had always been sympathetic for the clown, knowing from the moment you met that he was a mute, along with Papi and Kedamono. You were the only one capable of speaking and that fact saddened you, made you feel abnormal. Sometimes you wished you were mute too so you could understand them better, well Papi and Popee anyway. Kedamono was a highly trained wolf so was a mute by default, being an animal and all. You watch with sad laiden eyes as Popee makes his way over to the wash tent, a fluffy pink towel in hand. Well at least someone else was awake. A small tear escapes your eye, a smile forming on your face. While you were upset about the crew's lack of verbal capabilities you were happy to see that they lived life like nothing was wrong, putting on a brave face despite everything. It was admirable in a way. Admirable or not, you still had a job to do so you set to work putting up the fire ring for practice. It was an old piece of apparatus, having been used for about six years. Popee would try to deny it but you remember that ring being bought the day you joined the troupe and it was still here SIX YEARS LATER. You made a mental note to try and replace it one day behind everyone's back.
Your hands fumble trying to set up, unable to shake the uncharacteristic breeze that had blown into the desert overnight. It was slightly chilly but not too cold. Kedamono had left chicken to cook outside overnight, the skin was crisp and well cooked proving how hot the weather indeed was.
To Be Continued

If you would like to see more from this story then don't hesitate to tell me :)