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Anonymous · (02-10-2014)

"It's going to be okay." Ever hear that spoken into your ears to try and ease off the cold chill on your spine? It doesn't help send the worries away with its bags packed for a vacation, does it? It's a lie, spoken by a true gentlemen or lady, just to get to the next common hour.

"Kimmy K and Tera Vincent, I mean what I'm about to say and that is this: It's going to be okay."

Saying things with a smile somehow calms the breathing of the one you're about to lay to rest. It's just apart of the whole act. Once it comes, then you have to wait for the best part and that my friends is how the show ends. Everything leads up to the end and you either give a standing ovation or you throw tomatoes and boo. I always go for the standing ovation and keep my audience surprised each move I make. I like to keep people guessing what's going to happen next in the show, or what will the next show be like.

We're somewhere in California. The current and temporary home of a traveling carnival filled with games and fun entertainment for the whole family. Children have smiling faces covered in cotton-candy and candy apples. Boyfriends are trying to win at a few games to impress their girl, hoping to get some by the end of the night. Families sit together being dazzled with specialized acts and shocking acts. It's quite a spectacle to see. There's been a story circulating for the last several years like myths which grow over years and become legends told. This story has yet to have facts come forth or any eye-witness accounts, but the events or 'acts' point to the possibility of it being true. No one wants to admit to these sort of tales. You get to be labeled as crazy, much like some of those people who believe in 'conspiracy theories' or that Big Foot exists. Of course, if enough people are willing to admit its true it's not so bad. The courage of one to come forward is all it takes to bring a little bit of life to a tall tale. There's not much courage left in man today, though.

Oh, goody! You haven't heard the story. Maybe some of you will believe and walk out with some courage. I hope we don't need to take a trip down the yellow brick road to get you some. I hate yellow.

The year that the story started making its round among the Carnivals around the world was 2008. The first Carnival to start the story was The Carnival of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. It wasn't anything leading up to something. It was just, well, it just happened. February 13, 2008 was the opening day for the Carnival of Rio de Janeiro. Everyone was having a great time like they do every year and no big accidents were to report. The sun was settling down and the bright lights kept everything at bay for fun. Within a couple of hours of closing time is when he came. Slicked black hair combed straight back. He had some brand of black sunglasses covering his eyes. It wasn't real normal to wear sunglasses at night, but maybe his eyes were very sensitive to the lights coming from the rides. You can't really be one-to-judge at the Carnival.

His pants were black. His shirt was black with some sort of cursive writing in white letters in a grunge style. It was hard to make out what the shirt actually. It wasn't just how the letters were, but he also had a black leather jacket on that helped cover some of the letters. There wasn't much to send off any alert or dangerous signal. He looked normal. He even acted normal. Especially when a lady who was working one of the games caught his eye. She was young, perky, full of life, and had a look about her that drew him immediately. She was chewing gum and wrapping it around her finger at times. She'd play with her hair with this innocent looking smile. She was great at getting customers, mostly men or bisexual ladies, to pay up at her game. She was good at what she did.

After watching her, and with only nineteen minutes left before closing time, he made his move. He walked up to her. No one else was around. She was close to finishing her game and packing up, but she has another customer.

"Can I still play? Or are you closing up shop for tonight?"

"No, you can play. I wasn't expecting another customer."

"Am I a customer? Or am I the customer?"

He gave her a smile that she couldn't resist herself. It was a man who talked back with confidence. To her, he was a man who play the game 'chicken' with a tank. He was smooth with a large covering of boldness. All it took was a line and a smile. He didn't even play the game. The two ended up talking and leaving the Carnival together. Red flags were up when she didn't show up for work the next day. No one had seen her since the last customer and her left together. A report was issued and a search began.

This news carried over across every Carnival in the known world. It was simply a warning, or 'be aware', about a man in black. Of course, it put fear in families and the Carnivals were less visited. At times, it felt like they were becoming like a ghost town of sorts. A few of them had to pack up their stuff and end their run.

Maybe we should stop. After all, I can't reveal all the Acts now, can I? What fun would that be?

It's pitch black. A few shortages in some lights on a merry-go-round. Some girl with pigtails is sitting on a horse with her back to a camera. A figure is walking around the merry-go-round. He's coughing and clearing his throat. As he makes a few grunts and speaks a few short words, you can hear that his voice is a little raspy sounding.

"So, here we are. We've been summoned to come to Nero's Games on Monday. Who is it? Who do I get to fight? Kimmy K and Tera Vincent. Two ladies fighting over me?! Oh, goody gum drops! Unfortunately, the smiles have to end someday. Don't worry, ladies, you're in good hands. "

He starts skipping on the merry-go-round and saying "la, la, la, la, la".

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