The Carnival begins at Midnight - 8
A small creature with two heads dressed in brightly colored clothes slowly enters the largest purple circus tent on the east side of the carnival. “Ma ma master, I found a few things you may want the see.” The little creature studders nervously.
Crunching and gnawing come from the back of the empty tent where a neon-colored polka dot thin carpet led to a massive table with food piled so high you could not see behind it. The food was not typical food but things you may find at well a carnival or circus. Ther was popcorn, funnel cakes, cotton candy, those disgusting orange circus peanuts only adults seemed to enjoy. It was an insane assortment of a feast. Then behind the disgusting pile of food was a disgusting short fat man with a very large top hat that just peeked out from the food his black and purple striped pants. Large red suspenders that looked on the brink of snapping. An unusually stained penguin tailcoat with a weird red squid crest.
“You come here and bother my feeding hour, Dibble?” The choking on slobber and candy echoes in the tent.
“It's always feeding hour for you.” Dibble says under his breath.
The chubby looking ring master stands on his chair peering over the mountain of candy most children could only dream of.
“What did you say.” The ring master growled.
Dibble began to shake expressing tremendous fear looking around as though the ring master was not speaking to him. “Master String I did not say anything.”
“I heard what you said the entire tent heard what you said! You think I am Ring master for no reason I hear and see all things that go on in my carnival.! This is why you are no longer worth keeping Dibble!” String laughed and took off his large top hat as Dibble screamed in fear.
Just outside the tent a large brute held Chelsey with her arms bound by some sort of caramel cement and her mouth as well. Even though the scream in the tent just now frightened her to death, she still enjoyed the aroma of caramel. Trying not to focus on what was going on in the tent.
“Grotel, you brute please bring the girl into my tent now!” Grotel the big goofy Ogre looking thing pushed Chelsey with weird long fingers while pointing with the other they looked almost like thin tree branches.
“Ugh!” The big Ogre yells.
Chelsey walks into the tent slowly. “Ah! My what a perfect specimen for my circus you are perfect for the tight rope walk above the spoke pit of poison with no harness.” The ring master laughs maniacally.
“You won’t get away with this I promise you that! You ugly creepazoid!” Chelsey screamed.
“Oh, I will play along with this standard tv trope. Just who is going to stop me the two boys you came with? I think not as you can tell I know about them as well. They will be dealt with in time, I like to play with my prey before I catch it.” The ring master begins to laugh maniacally as he jumps off his table of sweets arms spread in a T pose and begins to float towards Chelsey as she begins to scream muffled screams under the caramel gag.