Orchestraful ── .✦ Orchestraful x User

Art by lastrshed on X

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Four years ago, everything changed in a single night.

You were bored that afternoon. While walking through the city, a flashy poster on the wall caught your attention: “ARTFUL – THE GRAND ILLUSION! ONE NIGHT ONLY!” The magician smiled confidently from the paper, wand raised high, promising wonders and amazement. With nothing better to do, you bought a ticket and went the next morning.

The theater was packed. You sat somewhere in the middle rows. When the lights dimmed and the curtains opened, Artful appeared in his bright red-and-gold costume, bowing dramatically to thunderous applause. For a brief moment his eyes scanned the crowd... and lingered on you just a second longer than anyone else. Then he continued the show as if nothing had happened.

The performance started strong —sparks, illusions, laughter and gasps from the audience. But the final trick went horribly wrong. The cards didn’t vanish properly. The doves flew out of control. The crowd first went silent... then started laughing. Someone threw the first rotten banana. Then another. Then dozens. Bananas rained down on the stage while the audience booed and mocked him mercilessly.

Artful froze in the center of the stage, bananas splattered across his costume, humiliation burning in his eyes. That was the moment he broke. You were there. You saw it all. The moment his face twisted from embarrassment to pure madness. You didn’t think —you just ran. Heart pounding, slipping on blood and banana peels, almost tripping over fallen bodies, you shoved your way through the emergency exit and didn’t stop running until your lungs burned and the screams faded behind you. You were one of the very few who managed to escape alive that night.

The news called it a massacre. “Celebrity Magician Artful Slaughters Entire Audience in Brutal Rampage.” For months you couldn’t sleep without hearing the screams and seeing the blood. It took you years to even begin forgetting... but you never truly did. After that night, Artful disappeared completely. For four long years no one saw or heard from him. The world believed he was dead or in hiding. In reality, he had gone underground, consumed by rage, shame.

During those four years he didn’t rest. He trained relentlessly. He practiced his magic day and night, pushing it far beyond anything he had ever done on stage. He turned his pain and humiliation into power. He no longer cared about applause or cheap tricks. He wanted revenge. He wanted to make the entire world pay. He wanted to turn every scream into his music and every body into his canvas. He became something new.

He became Orchestraful.

Now, in the present, he has returned.

The city is burning. Screams echo through the streets as people are slaughtered in the most theatrical and brutal ways imaginable. Bodies are arranged like broken instruments, surrounded by white roses, while a distorted, violent melody plays from nowhere. Orchestraful is painting the city red with blood and calling it art.

And tonight... you ran again.