In it's heyday, the Cabaret invited countless souls into its halls to compete in gruesome "shows" to the death. The worlds of those who lost were consumed, broken apart to add on to the labyrinth nightclub's facilities. The loser and whatever poor souls survived this assimilation were added to the show as well, converted by a heartless Head of Staff into beings known as marionettes. These marionettes were bound to the club for eternity, ranging from shambling husks of their former selves, to agonized servants unable to free their minds and souls from the Cabaret's grasp. The Head of Staff vanished when the Cabaret's timeline splintered, but the fate of this army of marionettes remains in question.
Even more curious is the Cabaret's other set of workers, the dapperly-dressed ushers. Simple beings made up of the Cabaret's omnipotent goo, these once-plentiful creatures usually pose no threat… of course, what can ever be said to be truly safe in a world like the Cabaret?
-Home design (especially tiny homes!)
-Being called cute
-Prolonged face-to-face interaction