Hugo x reader. Why? Well, the swirly eyed boy has (sadly) only been in two stories that I can remember.

(Day 4,000 of me being terrible with titles.)

Did you know I made him before I became an Icp fan? Weird isn't it?

And.. I have an odd attraction to mildly insane characters with wacky voices. (Funtime Freddy.. Robofizz..ahem.)

Anyway, enjoy! If you want to draw him, my arts at the bottom! (Hopefully..)

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Taking a part time job at a summer carnival was just as fun as you'd think it'd be. The smell of cotton candy, the music, cheers and screams from the rides. The laughter, it was certainly something you missed during the colder months.

The carnival had only been there less than a week, and it was already busier than ever! Your boss was a wacky guy, a very tall and broad man.

Hugo Hitchcock. Your boss was the ringleader of the whole carnival, he kept things running. Kept the guests entertained. Making sure everyone was having fun!

The guy had.. Concerning traits. Like the spiral patterned eyes he had, one being lazy while he always had this big grin on his face. His teeth were.. Something else. Something inhuman.

His teeth were always in a sharp grin. You had no idea how he never bit his tongue with those things. It was a miracle that his lips weren't ripped to shreds, like his sleeves.

The guy was big. And by big, you mean big! Large. Stocky, wide with a taut chest. Narrow waist, and strong legs. You wondered just how fast he could run, he surely never skipped leg day.

You knew he was strong too. You've seen him lift the front of the coaster carts just to get a lost item out from under it for a guest. He was oddly.. Attractive. Maybe it was his wackiness that drew you in. Even if those golden eyes twitched like some kind of maniac.

He wasn't bad to look at by any means. Maybe you just secretly liked big guys. As in, where you were an ant compared to them? You believe his body type would be called a 'bara' in some medias.

If you stood next to him, you'd be to his stomach. Just above his waist line, which you were thankful for. You did not want any awkward bump ins with him. Luckily for you, he always called out to you if he wanted to speak to you.

Hugo was good to you. The guy never failed to make you laugh, even if he had a dark sense of humor. He always checked in on you, just to see if a guest gave you a hard time or bring you your heavy boxes of supplies for your candy stand.

You weren't the best cook by any means, you were best friends with your microwave and toaster. But you could make different candies, cotton candy being your specialty.

You always hid a spare lollypop for your boss though. He had one hell of a sweet fang in his razor smile. One of the big rainbow ones, his favorite.

Occasionally, you'd get a bratty kid fussing over some candy their parent told them they weren't allowed to have. Or you'd get some Bob haired mom cussing you out for no damn reason.

Hugo always came to your aid. Seeming to appear out if nowhere to defend you. Even though, you've told him many times that you could handle it.

You eyes wondered over to the vibrant swirly Farris wheel and its sparkling lights all changing colors. It made since that the carnival was so successful.

Hugo was a genuine man. None of the games were rigged and he made sure that even if you didn't win, he'd give out a prize anyway. The prices were reasonable, not like the ungodly prices of every other fair you've been to. No one even tried to cheat the games, since they were all based on luck and skill.

Just roll the dice and take a chance! Your other boss Malik would say.

A hand waved in front of your face, making you blink a few times before you looked up at the young man before you. He may had been in his mid twenties.

You put on your most friendly customer service smile. "Hey there, is there something I can help you with?"

"Yeah, dreaming about something kitten? Look, I've been to every booth and my dumb little cousin wants one of those lollypop things. I can't leave without one or he'll throw a shit fit." The brunette sighs, leaning on your counter.

You scrunched your nose. "Please, never call me that again. And sure I can help you with that, what flavor?"

He quickly meets your eyes as if he hadn't just been looking over your figure. "Cherry?"

"Coming right up!" You bend down under the counter, where you had a stash of your best Lollypops. Maybe his little cousin would get a sugar high and tear up his house. That'd be fun to watch.

The name.. Kitten always made you cringe. Just hearing it made you want to bash his face into the counter, but of course you couldn't really do such a thing. Unless you wanted to be fired, or worse, arrested.

You take out a red ribbon and tie it into a big bow around the stick of the sugary sweet. Before you stand up once more, and handed it to the guy. "That'll be three dollars."

He hands you the dollars, before he smiles down at you. He was only five or so inches taller than you, nothing like your clown boss.

"Will that be all? Where is your cousin anyway?" You ask, leaning back away from him with your arms crossed.

He looks over his shoulder. "With my aunt over at the tilt a whirl. Loves that stupid thing, can't even get him off of it."

"He can really spin that much?" You lift a brow. You've been on it twice, and almost threw up. You couldn't imagine being on it over and over.

He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know, kids got guts. Just wish he wouldn't bug me about it, annoying little fuck."

His hazel eyes meet yours once again, as he leans more of his weight on your counter. "So, candy maker huh? Thanks for the lollypop, although..."

He leans as close as he can get. "I bet I've got something much sweeter than it for you to-"

Two hands slam on the counter on either side of you, you feel a much bigger body leaning over yours. The smell of peppermint, and an odd yet familiar scent surrounds you.

"Is there a problem here bucko?" The shrill voice of your beloved boss booms from behind you. You hadn't even heard him enter your stall! How was someone that giant so quiet? You'd supposed the music and cheers drowned him out.

His voice was.. So unheard of. Imagine a male equivalent of Harley Quinn, and you'd be spot on.

The male in front of you took a good few steps back, holding his hands up in surrender. Or an effort to protect himself.. You weren't sure.

"No- nah man. Uh.. Not at all! Just  getting a treat for family member! Yeah.. Have a good day!" He begins to walk away.

You can feel the anger in the air.

"No! No! No! Tell ya what! How about I offer you a little somethin' special? Your family will absolutely love it!" Hugo's long fingers hold out a red ticket.

The male looks at his hand in confusion.

"Its our grand show! Somethin' you most certainly wouldn't want to miss! Trust me bucko, its to die for! Far betta' than anythin' you've eva' seen! I can't wait ta see ya there!" Hugo cackles, one that would be unnerving in a dark alleyway, but it was something you oddly liked hearing.

"Uh.. Okay man." He nervously smiles. "We'll uh, we'll check it out!" He quickly turns on his heels and dashes off to get away from you and the clown behind you.

Once the male leaves, Hugo begins to tap his fingers on your counter. His painted striped nails pitter pattered against the wood.

"You doin' okay there sugar?" He asks, leaning back but only a little bit so he can look down at you. You turned to face him, your back against the counter as you looked up at his golden gaze.

"Yeah, thanks big H. That guy was a prick." You smile up at him, crossing your arms.

Hugo grins, tilting his head to the side, causing his curled red bangs to slide out of the way, allowing you to see his lazy eye fully.

"Nothin's gonna bother ya when I'm around ya got that? I'd do anythin' to keep my favorite bonbon safe and smiley!" He snickers.

Your cheeks flush. "I know, thanks Hugo, really. Would you of minded if I punched him?"

He snorts. "Gah! You're a riot! Honestly, not at all. But, leave me to get my hands dirty, if you got hurt then I'd really have to kick some ass."

"You got it." You reach up to boop the star on his cheek. "I'll send all the Jackasses to you, sound good?"

Hugo playfully snaps his teeth at you, making a silly growl like sound. "Careful sweet tooth, ya may loose a finger if ya do that again." He winks. "But, sounds like a plan."

"Alright big guy, you've got a show tonight. Get your striped ass back in that tent, and really wow the crowd for me okay? I'll save you some raspberry swirl pops for you when you come back." You tease, adjusting his big bowtie.

Hugo smirks. "Anythin' for ya gumdrop." His left hand rests on his hip. "I'll be seein' ya." He leans down and pecks your nose. Your eyes widen, cheeks burning a light red.

The tall male pulls away with a playful smile. "You've got a line forming, key lime." He pulls away, leaving your stall.

You peek over your shoulder and see the odd looks you were getting from the seven people waiting for service. Your heart flutters, seeing Hugo walk passed them and sending you one last wave, his axe in his other hand.

"Um.. I'm sorry about that! What can I get you?" You ask, trying to ignore the giddy happiness in your beating heart.

Hugo hums a tune similar to one that would play on a carrousel, he spun the axe in his right hand.

He ducks under the flap of tent, axe in hand as his smile began to widen. "Let's start the show, bucko." He narrows his eyes, seeing the same brunette male from before.

You heard cheers from the big top. Were they from terror or excitement? You weren't sure, you just nodded your head to the carnival music and handed out sweet treats the various customers.

Unaware of what your boss was really up to.

End..! I Hope you enjoyed! I fucking adore Hugo, probably more than I should.

See you in the next chapter!