hit tag limit on the last post cos i started talking about roller coasters again 😔

To sweet

honestly just a fluff of Denji trying to be a boyfriend for the first time to a kind of overly 'sweet' reader.

warnings: none really, female reader, swearing, like... once?

word count: 1113

Denji really was a great boyfriend. He always shared his food and snacks with you, He was caring and sweet and was always nice to you. However, that doesn't mean he’s perfect. Other than his hunt for the gun devil and most of your ‘together’ time being spent at Aki’s apartment with Power, you were also his first girlfriend. He’s never done the dating thing before but he wanted to show you that he could do things boyfriends normally do. He wanted to show you he knew how to really be your boyfriend. So he decided today he was taking you out. Whatever it takes to show you what a great and loving boyfriend he is. 

To start the day Denji had brought you flowers that he clearly picked from houses along the way. You didnt live that far from Aki’s apartment so the journey didn’t really give him time to make a whole bouquet but it had one of every flower he must have passed so it really was a cute little bouquet of different flowers. 

With a small smile Denji held the gift out for you. “Ready?” he asked.

You took the flowers and smiled at how cute he was. “Yep! Where too?” you asked after setting the flowers down inside. 

A wide grin spread across Denji’s face. “An amusement park!” he says with excitement. 

Denji’s plan was to go on a few rides, win you a big ass stuffed animal then get one of your sweet kisses, The plan was perfect. That was until he actually entered the amusement park. As soon as his eyes saw the roller coasters he grabbed your hand and pulled right to the biggest one. “C’mon Y/N! Let’s ride that one!” You couldn't help but laugh at how excited he was, he was like a little kid. 

It was Denji on the ferris wheel that had gotten you both kicked out of the park. Instead of doing something normal like kissing you he was busy looking over the edge and trying to see if he could spit on some poor soul's head. After a few good shots and the rest of the way down you were asked to leave the park and After Denji tried basically fighting a guard you ended up banned. 

“Well i fucked that up big time.” Denji pouted. He was thinking of something else, how can he make up for that mess? “Hey, do you like fish?” he asks, looking at you with a blank face. 

You tilted your head to the side with one raised brow. “Fish?” you questioned. 

That bright smile was back on Denji’s face. “Fish.” He nods.

The aquarium was what he ment. All the fun colored fish swimming around and so many different sea creatures. Sea horses? Denji thinks they are ugly as hell but super cool. He was so immersed in the fish passing by and wanting to follow them that he often knocked over kids without noticing. You had a hard time keeping up with him as he ran from one tank to the other. 

It didn't take long for the staff to ask you two to leave, this time Denji took it better and you weren't banned but he was still super bummed that he got you kicked out of another place. He just wasn't used to all of these new things. He didn’t have the money to go to an amusement park or an aquarium growing up after all. 

Denji let out a defeated sigh. “I'm sorry, I ruined the aquarium too.”  He gave you a sad smile. 

You shook your head. “It’s okay! Really Denji, you just don’t always have great spatial awareness when you're in public.” you reason with him, taking his hand in yours you learn head on his shoulder.

He didn’t want to leave the day on like that though, with being kicked out two places? Hell no, some place where he can’t make any problems. 

A movie was the simplest answer. You sit in one spot for an hour or so and don't get up. You could share snacks and a drink, he would throw his arm over your shoulders and your head would lay on his. 

With some cheesy romance, a large popcorn and a drink with two bendy straws you sat right in the middle of a pretty packed theater. Everything was going perfectly fine, Denji was mostly just giggling at some of the things the leads would say or do. When the cheesy romance got worse so did Denji’s laugh, then he started straight out trashing the movie, causing everyone around you to shush him. With a half hour still left, you were asked to leave the theater. 

That was it Denji thought, you would never talk to him again. There was no way you didn’t think he was a total loser now. He walked you home in silence, unable to even apologize out of embarrassment by now. Once you reached your front door he hung his head down and stared at his shoes, waiting for you to go inside and shut the door on him. He wouldn't even blame you. 

After a moment he noticed you haven't even moved from your spot in front of him. He slowly raised his eyes to meet yours. You had a gentle smile on your face and soft eyes looked into his sad ones. “Don't I get a kiss goodnight? ” you asked with a light tease. 

Denji stared at you in disbelief, you didn't hate him? “You mean you don’t hate me? After everything today you'd still want to kiss me?” he asked, still not fully believing you.

You took a small step closer, causing Denji to straighten up a bit and look down at you. “Denji i'm just so happy you tried today. I had fun even though we got kicked out because I got to see you happy.” you confessed, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks. 

“Y/N” Denji didn’t know what to say. His heart was pounding, you were just too sweet, too perfect. One moment he was staring at you with pure affection and the next you were getting closer, leaning up on your toes and kissing him. Your soft lips were a dream and you tasted like cherries too. Yeah you’ve done plenty before but being near you always makes him feel so warm and happy. 

When you pulled away Denji had a dopey smile. “Thank you for today, Denji.” you say and pull him into a hug. Arms around his middle as he slid his around your shoulders, holding you tight and kissed the top of your head.

Hey, I'm back from my trip and got ya'll some stick ship goodies. It's no longer fair season where I live, but I had ideas for my favorite ships going to the fair and finally decided to draw them, so here you go!

CopperRight

I imagine that Right Hand Man is either the kind of guy to actually hate fairs/carnivals/things like that, or the kind of guy to say he hates them, but actually really enjoys them. He'd probably play all of the "test of strength" games and win the the giant prizes for Reginald. Reginald doesn't actually want/need the giant prizes (and isn't really a fan of fairs, either; too loud and dirty!), but if he gets a petty sense of pride when showing them off, he can do that because he's a rat man who loves his husband.

On the other hand, though, Reginald does have a serious sweet tooth, and sometimes only a treat found at the fair can do the trick! (I imagine RHM doesn't really like sweets, but he's not gonna leave Reg by himself in a strange theme park where danger could be at any corner!)

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Curtisson

Burt actually really likes carnivals and fairs, but he acts unimpressed at every fair he goes to.

Burt: Nice theme park. Be a shame if someone broke it.

Sven, on the other hand, does NOT like fairs or carnivals. They're crowded, noisy, the food is terrible for you, and it's too hot all the time! I imagine he'd go maybe once just to say that he did, and would somehow get goaded into going on a big scary ride (or maybe even a not-so-scary ride) only to sob uncontrollably afterwards for like ten minutes.

The Curtisson date at the fair would almost be completely ruined... but at least there's a petting zoo, and they both like small and fluffy animals.

Date saved!

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PanPrice

Believe it or not, Dave's actually pretty okay with most rides. Nothing extreme, like triple loop-de-loop rollercoasters or anything, but maybe one of those "roller coasters" that just go around in a loop over and over. Dave knows what he likes and doesn't like, and can plan accordingly.

Rupert thinks he can handle a few amusement park rides. He's a trained military man who was on the police force for nearly a decade before hand! He can handle a baby roller coaster!

He cannot handle the baby roller coaster

But once Rupert gets the feeling back in his everything, it's time to play some games! Probably a shooting game of some kind; something challenging that takes a lot of skill and precision (but most importantly, something with a prize that Dave will like):

Obligatory Dave Panpa / Panda fanart

And of course, what's a fair or carnival without the FOOD! Dave loves fair food and has a hard time picking what to get. Rupert is less inclined to fried and sugary foods in large portions, but he likes to see Dave indulge every once in a while, because Dave deserves it.

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Poly Threat

A group of thrill seekers like the Triple Threat would definitely be the first in line for some rides! And they know exactly which one to start with, too...

(Fun Fact: There was actually a ride shaped like a helicopter at the last fair I went to, which is what inspired all of this art!)

Of course, there's nothing wrong with having fun in a more relaxed way. Henry might need some downtime away from the crowds, and Charles and Ellie are happy to accommodate.

Who doesn't like a little face paint every once in a while? (Bonus points if you know what the significance of the symbols are!)

A day at the fair can be long and exhausting, but there's still stuff going on after dark! Maybe Charles is a little sensitive to loud noises, or maybe Ellie is legally barred from being near gunpowder, but there's nothing like a picnic under the fireworks to wrap up a fun day!

Technically, fairs and carnivals and such are more late summer things than early winter things, but I had fun making these pictures! I hope you like them too!

I was gleefully telling my friend about you and showing her your art (she's super into LOTR so I was trying to find those, but got in the wrong tag🤣) and found/shared your Vespa comic. We had a good laugh and she said: "Wait till someone tells them about ROLLER COASTER" and I immediately came over here. WHAT IF someone tells Dorian and Aisling about ROLLER COASTER?? 🤣🤣🤣

Forgive me if it took too long, but this made me laugh so much that I HAD TO draw something.

Also: I'm leaving you the correct tag down here, but the Dark Lady one is "aisling the dark lady AU". You can find all my aus and tags in the character masterpost!

They'd LOVE the idea, of course. A little too much. They. Not most people around them.

They'll ignore Josephine begging them to please, PLEASE reconsider, think of your reputation, and rush to the Undercroft. Dagna will be over the moon with the plan, of course. Here's the blueprint, and under the cut some other details:

They found plenty of materials to build it in the Exalted Planes. Someone will have to dispose of all that rubbish after the war ended, right?

"Can't you build it in the Exalted Planes?" "But Josie, if we build it there, how would we experiment on gravity? We'll need to travel there and you see, that would be a great bother and will hinder our research. Also if we have it here, it would improve the moral of the troops greatly! :D"

Dorian's calculations were right. Solas discovered it with the first trial run. Not that any of the -very elated- science bros knew, but he actually started to think that maybe the Veil wasn't that bad of an idea, right there and then. Because can you imagine them WITHOUT THE VEIL? CAN YOU? Thedas wouldn't survive.

In order to make Josie happy, they'll come up with other rides to install around Skyhold:

Teacups will be installed in the upper courtyard. Except they're still a scientific experiment on Centrifugal Force, so they're fast. So fast that the game promises a free foal to everyone who manages not to puke on them. Since the foal is one of Little Brother's, Aisling horse (he made a name for himself in the Western Approach, biting on Venatori's butts, and is generally a prick), the excessive speed is actually considered a good thing. So nobody will win a foal of that horse or will have to tell Aisling that her beloved horse is an asshole.

Cullen's tower will be turned into a haunted house (thanks @ndostairlyrium for the idea). He'll actually contribute in painting the place, and will say that it's very useful to dissuade people to come looking for him if the report isn't REALLY important. "Aren't you scared, tho?" "Please, I was a commanding officer in Kirkwall."

Whack-a-mole in the Tavern's courtyard. The Iron Bull and Cassandra monopolize it and they're so-called nemeses. One day, then, the TRAGEDY: a mysterious person beat their record. No one knows who they are, there's a whole weekend of them playing Sherlock Holmes interrogating everyone around the Keep. (it's Krem.)

Josephine needed one joy, or ONE THING that she can use to sell the Inquisitor to the aristocracy. So Aisling organised something cute and nice for nobles to see and participate in. With horses! She named one of the horses Josephine! Josephine is moved, and from how Aisling describes it, calling it "giostra" because she heard the term from Dorian in vernacular Tevene and can't remember it in Trade for the sake of her, Josie thinks it's a carousel.

It's actually something better, and Josie loves it. (In Italian, "giostra" means a carousel, and also what happens in the video)

(Aisling is the unbeated championess. It's not that people let her win, is that she just can't be beated.)

One day, Dorian will eventually use all the data to calculate how much force they will need on the roller coaster to send a cart into orbit. Aisling will read his notes and find a way to propel the cart strong enough to actually do it.

Sera greatly approves.

𝔐𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰

Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

INFJ x ENTP

(Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢)

(Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢)

(Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢)

Tags: f!INFJ, m!ENTP, ft. m!ENTJ, ENTJ is an asshole in this one (sorry to all my ENTJ who are not machiavellian tyrants <3 love you all), lovers to enemies (kinda), fluff, fluff and angst back to back, kingdom setting, there’s an insurgence, kind of historical fiction (…I think? I’m not sure how this genre is called), angst, betrayal, mentions of torture, mentions of murder, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of war, curse words are used, I’m bad at tagging, I don’t know what else to add, please tell me if I should add anything else.

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Between the memories of what had once been and what now was, INFJ struggles to decide what had been and now was real. ENTP now struggles, due to his own doings, to get the one he cares about out of danger.

A/N: My brain literally went full 'emotional roller coaster' in this one. A fun ride indeed *said the author while staring at the emotional whiplash she gave to her own characters*. Anyways, feedback is always welcomed. This is my first published story (go to a/n of part 1 to see how I ended with this) so I know I have a lot of work to do and there's a lot of space for growth. Still, I hope whoever ends up reading this enjoys it ~

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“I won’t hurt you”

INFJ and ENTP had been discussing about what seemed to be ENTJ’s ‘Plan of Expansion’.

The man was mad… but he was also a genius strategist. He had been sending troops to other nations through the most unlikely paths without their rulers knoweledge, bribing just the right lords and generals to hide them and keep them fed and safe, while promising them power once he had managed to taken control of their government. At the rate he was doing such stuff, the first three nations could have fallen to him in less than a year- had it not been for the constant troubles the insurgent group kept causing him.

INFJ's chest puffed slightly with pride at the fact that she had been an especially bothersome rock in the king's shoe.

They were in a far corner of the castle’s library, laying on the ground to remain as hidden from view as possible, while reviewing the maps and marks that one of his 'majesty's' generals had sloppily placed in the right place for her to take. It would have been almost worrisome how good she had become at thieving had her circumstances been any different.

She had been infiltrated in the castle for a year and ten months at this point. At first she managed to become a governess for the two lovely kids of one of ENTJ's trusted group of people, then she had slowly but steadily slided her way into gaining the trust and-she would dare to say- even some kind of affection of several relevant figures without attracting too much attention to herself.

She had known ENTP for four months now, after he joined the insurgence. And she had started to sneak him into the castle with her for one.

At first she was reluctant to bring him with her. She knew this was dangerous and the more he knew, the more he got involved, the greater the danger she was putting him in. She sometimes even regretted telling him about her “little” secret, afraid that someday she might be the cause of something terrible happening to him.

But he was actually very smart, gave her different perspectives when she got too stuck on her own, and pointed out details that she might have completely overlooked otherwise. He was useful-

“This is getting boring as hell”

-at least when he was in the mood to be.

INFJ snorted “Sorry that studying this crucial information that could influence the result of, I don't know, our country's maybe even our whole continent's fate, while running the risk of being discovered and quite likely executed, is too 'boring' for you.” she retorted sarcastically.

ENTP sighed dramatically, pushing away the maps and going from sitting to completely laying on the floor “Ah, yes, … so boring. We should study something else.”

Despite the seriousness of their work she couldn’t help but smile when he did this. Taking advantage of the interruprion, she got up to stretch her limbs.

She had to admit to herself that she did not only brought him because of his usefulness, but also because she enjoyed his company. The kind of life she was currentely living was a lonely one- she could not stay for long or be seen too much around those she cared about, not even with the other members of the insurgence, or she could put them and her mission at risk. All of her connections with the people within the castle, even those that she actually liked, were not any better- they were literally built upon lies. The realest relationships she had had in most of her time since her role as an informant started were those with the kids under her care as a governess. But despite the genuine fondness between her and her little students, they were still just kids; she enjoyed talking with them but there was still so much she couldn't converse with them about, not even whithout taking in consideration her current double-life.

It had been more than a year and a half of living isolated while still being surrounded by people. At first she hadn’t mind the solitude- she had always been somewhat of the type to lean into it; but loneliness, especially the type that sticks when you are not actually physically separated from others, could wear down even the most independent hermit, if given enough time.

Nevertheless, it was for the greater good; she could deal with a lonely existence if it meant that those she loved would remain safe, as well as her mission.

Then this dumbass refused to let her push him away so persistently that she eventually gave in. And it had been the best thing that had happened to her in so long.

ENTP was someone who gave her a break from her intense reality. Someone she could rely on. Someone she could freely be herself with. A true friend.

Refusing to lay again on the hard floor just yet, she prefered to lay against the wall to give her sore legs a slightly longer break. Attempting to sound done with ENTP, she looked to the sky as if asking for patience, and sighed “Fine. As long as you don’t go to far, and don’t risk being seen you have my permission to go study whatever you want.”

After a short pause he replied “…Whatever I want, you say?” She looked down towards him, and the moment she saw that mischivious grin spreading across his face, she knew she should not have said that.

At first she expected him to bolt away to do something stupid- he apparentely had the tendency to do just that and it drove her nuts- but instead he jumped to his feet at once and bolted towards her. It happened so fast that she barely had any time to react. In seconds she was caged by him against the wall. “why- What the hell are you doing?!” she exclaimed stunned.

He playfully took a finger to his lips “Shh, we must be quiet, remember?” he laughed softly, apparentely finding her bewilderment amusing. “You told me I had your permission to study anything I wanted.” ENTP explained, though it wasn’t of much help.

Trying to mask with annoyance how flustered she felt at the sudden proximity in a way that wouldn’t get them discovered, she yelled at him as loudly as whispering allowed her to “Yes you idiot! And so?!”

ENTP took a few seconds before answering her. “I wanted to study you,” He whispered back calmly, staring down intently at her; “idiot.” he added after another pause.

She was taken aback. INFJ was not a fool, she knew this guy infront of her was, and had always been, a flirt. When she had first met him she had mentally marked him as a ‘Casanova’; not without foundation though- he had tried to seduce her multiple times, as well as several other women from the group; and once she got to know him better she became convinced that he would hit on a wall if he could. Even after they had become close, he constantly would flirt with her playfully; it got to the point were she became so used to it that she started answering back, leading into a flirty banter between the two.

Nonetheless, lately something felt differentely. She wasn’t sure exactly what but he seemed to look at her a little more intensely, his touched seemed to linger on a little longer, his words seemed to be a little more honest- It was as if she was becoming something more for him.

But INFJ refused to acknowledge all of that… because she was scared it had to do less with a change in him, and more with a change in her.

Because the truth was that the lines had began to blurr for her. She knew she liked what they had, but somewhere along the way she had lost where him-as-a-friend ended and him-as-more-than-that began. And she was not ready to confront that just yet. Nor she was ready to confront its implications.

Because the other truth was that, in the perfect scenario where he liked her back as much and wanted something beyond their friendship- it could not end well. She was a crucial part of a rebellion; a rebellion that was leading towards a war. Her life was always on the line, just like the life of everyone she cared about. And even if they could get away with this,- her sneaking him into her missions, sharing this sort of friendship or companionship- they would not get away with what followed. INFJ would not leave once this mission was over,- if she managed to survived it- she would fight on the war as long as it would last. She was too invested on all of this to not put herself at risk if it meant that she would be contributing towards the future they were fighting for. ENTP, on the other hand, was not as involved in everything as she was. He could still turn around and make himself a peaceful life outside of it all if he wished to.

Putting someone through the sufferings and, quite probably, the loss of being in a relationship with her... she was not selfish enough to do so.

Except that perhaps in this instance, where she could feel the warmth radiating from him and her heart was loud enough to silence every voice of reason in her head- she might be. By this moment she should have already answered to his comment with a witty retaliation, pushed him aside, and continue with her work. But she didn’t. Instead she breathed in deeply, conscious of their closeness, unsure of whether she wanted him to back off or get just a little closer.

After the lack of answer from INFJ, ENTP’s gaze turned into something she couldn’t quite read. “May I?” He asked softly, while asking for permission to touch her face.

She nodded.

He broke their eye contact as he first placed his hand gently on her right cheek, looking at that same place. He carassed her faced, his eyes following the moves of his hand all the way. He carefully let go of it to tug the hair that was covering her face behind her ears. After that, he slowly ran the outline of her ear with the tip of his thumb, sending subtle shivers down her spine. He procceeded to do the same ritual on the other side of her face, while holding her head in place with the first hand, and she confirmed that she was definetely an idiot, as she leaned towards his touch against her better judgement. ENTP had never touched her face as far as she could remember, let alone touch her like this; she doubted anyone had ever touched her in that way before. And she knew that the wise thing was to pull away, she knew it- but she simply closed her eyes instead, savoring the feeling, mentally damning herself. Once he had finished this second route, his thumb traveled towards her jaw, drawing its outline in the same form, until he placed his hand carefully at her chin. She opened her eyes.

INFJ knew he could hear her heartbeat at this point, as well as he could feel the waves of warmth that had traveled to her face the moment he had declared he wanted to study her. At this point there was no denying that this was not one of their usual silly games. He had to know by now that this was deeper than that. So she wondered how much of this was him taking an opportunity at enticing another woman the way he knew he could, and how much this was him taking an opportunity at enticing her because he wanted it to be her.

His hand still on her chin, he exhaled, right before lifting his eyes towards her lips. She parted them almost unconsciously. ENTP’s eyes left her lips to look directly into her own, right before leaning in-

At that second the sharp sound of the doors of the library opening made her gasp in surprise. Just as quickly ENTP’s hand placed itself on her mouth, while he attempted to take a glimpse of whomever had just entered. They heard steps approaching them, and INFJ feared that their carelessness might be the cause of their doom. A single governess being found in a compromising position with a man she sneaked into the castle, at night, while alone... she could bullshit her way out of it, probably. The confidential maps that she had no reason to even know about as well as the compromising notes spreaded accross the floor...? Yeah, she doubted that even her best lying skills would get her out of that.

As the steps got louder, ENTP pushed her deeper against the wall. She tensed. Whether he noticed or not she did not know, as his eyes remained focused on the origin of the steps.

Luckily for them, in a matter of seconds the person left, closing the doors as loudly as they had opened them. Only then did ENTP relaxed and turned back to face her. She remained tense; too many strong emotions too suddenly- and ENTP remained too close.

He seemed to notice just that, so he took a small step back, “You look just as if someone just told you they were about to cut your fingers off.” His hand remained covering her mouth still. INFJ understood why when he said “Relax, otherwise I cannot move my hand; at least until I’m sure you are not about to scream in fear, which surely would get us company very quickly.”

INFJ could read that this was his attempt at easing the atmosphere after… all. He was back at his silly comments, trying to take importance off whatever had just happened between the two. She had no idea about how that made her feel. Nevertheless, she decided to help him a bit and exagerated a deep breath- that might have not been that exagerated if she was honest- while rolling her eyes, and did her best to relax all of her body.

“That’s better.” ENTP grinned at her, “There’s no reason to be scared after all. I could have easily neutralized the guy that was a here a moment ago.” He said cockily “and besides him I see no danger. I mean the books over there- I guess they could fall upon us and bury us, but I don’t actually think that’ll happen… if it did it would be a pretty lame way of dying for a spy, wouldn’t it?” she couldn’t help but to snort at that, making an ungodly sound against his palm that they both ended up chuckling at.

“-But besides them there’s just you and me here.” INFJ’s own mind was definetely against her today, as she could swear she heard an almost wishful tone in that last sentence and her heart almost skipped a bit because of it. He finally added “And I won’t hurt you.”

She mentally replied ‘No, you wouldn’t.’

“So I would say you are safe; no reason to scream in terror, right?”

She laughed against his palm, and nodded. After that he finally pulled away, turned, and pretended to be interested in one of the maps they had already studied. Which was for the best. Whatever had just happened- it wouldn’t end well.

Still, she found herself wishing he had not pulled away.

She wanted nothing more than to get him off of her.

The moment she had saw him entering her cell her survival instincts had kicked in. Or at least would have had she not been in such a crappy state.

Chackled to a wall, barely being able to move due to her bruises and lack of food and water; she was in a vulnerable state and she knew it. ENTJ’s words still echoed in her skull. Only Heavens knew what they could and would do with her, and she honestly did not know how much she could endure. There was no hope of her managing to get out of this. But, she was determined to fight till her last breath- even if her body could not, her will would.

Nevertheless, being determined didn’t mean that she could not fear. And when the man that had entered her cell while she lied helplessly and unprotected launched himself over her, while attempting to quiet her calls for help, she could feel every bit of it.

And to think that in a different time he was the one who made her feel safe.

As she struggled to free herself any way she could, he suddenly pulled away slightly, saying “I won’t hurt you." He whispered "I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, but please listen. Just once.”

His voice sounded sincere; troubled, concerned,- even scared. So she did the only reasonable thing to do.

INFJ bit his hand as hard as she could.

She failed to break skin because of her lack of strength but it was enough to make him pull away from her as he groaned in pain. She didn’t waste a second to begin yelling for help once more in hopes that someone would actually answered. Though she feared that the guards had been actually ordered to not interfere- or would just not care.

And to her further desperation her bold move only gave her four seconds before ENTP had her pin to the wall, with his other hand silencing her once more.

Right before she was about to bite again he stated “I came to warn you.”

Her initial reaction was confusion; enough to make her forget momentarily her intentions against the hand of her captor. But soon enough the rest of her caught up, though he took his hand away right before she could act. She resigned to laugh bitterly again, doubting any guards would come either way, so she did not waste more energy on trying. Instead she replied sarcastically “Oh, really? How thoughtful! What are you going to warn me about? About the twenty-something guards that awaited for me at Lady ESTJ’s chambers perhaps? Or maybe about the man that had been pretending and plotting behind my back for the last eight months? Because then I have bad news for you: It might be too late for that.”

Either because of her words or because he realized she was not about to scream again he backed further away, and she could not be more thankful for that. He exhaled sharply and began “Listen, INFJ, I know-”

She interrupted him before he could continue that sentence “You know nothing.”

He pressed his hands to his face, clearly frustrated. She did not understand what was the point of this act he was trying to pull. Perhaps he wanted her to low her guard just enough to get something out of her. There was a lot she had not shared with him, not even when blind to his true intentions- though she could not pride herself in that fact.

She had done as a way to protect him; so if things went wrong he had more chances of being able to get out of it all.

Stupid. She had been so stupid.

Or perhaps he was just toying with her. Either way she refused to fall for any of his schemes. If he came to hurt her he should just get done with it; she would never allow him to mess with her mind or emotions again.

Not ever again.

“INFJ, please, we don’t have the time for this-”

“Then do whatever the hell you came for and leave.” Stupid, indeed. Careless words that might lead to terrible things; but she was so tired she could not seem to care.

Dealing with his other persona- the king’s right hand man, his true self- she could do; it was someone she had never met and had no memories of. But dealing with him- while he called her name the way he used to, while he looked at her like that, while he became once more that person she had loved- she could not. She just wanted him to leave. Leave this cell. Leave her life. He had caused enough damage on her brain and heart, so why couldn’t him just do whatever more damage he wished to and leave her, once and for all? INFJ did not want to look at him any longer, she did not want to listen to him, she did not want to think of him, she did not even want to resent him; she wanted to wipe him off her memory and be able to live whatever short time she had left without any reminder of him.

Because memories hurt more than anything else.

She didn’t even try to look at him anymore. She couldn’t. At least not until the mirage infront of her turned back into the man she knew him to be.

“Tomorrow, the interrogations will begin; I-” he hesitated, and once again she was left to question what kind of ploy was he trying to pull “I will be there too. ENTJ wants to see you in despair. So don’t fight against-”

INFJ laughed; he was mad, and maybe she was mad too. “You came here to tell me to submit to him? Go fuck your-”

“Is the only chance you have!” she was startled by his sudden outburst “You don’t get it. I’ve seen what they can do. And he is personally fixated on you. He is cruel, he can be vicious and he is determined on taking you to your breaking point; I don't even know where his limits are. So unless you cooperate and pretend to despair he will keep going till you actually break.”

He believed her to be a lot more stupid than she actually was or he believed her to be a lot less headstrong than she was, but either way, one thing was clear: apparentely he did not know her as well as he thought “He is free of trying if he wishes.”

ENTP looked desperate and she ignored how that look pulled her heartstrings “INFJ, please- You don’t have to reveal much, keep you leaders or partners safe if that’s what you want, but just tell him enough. Enough for him to believe-”

“I would rather die!”

“You will die!” Without realizing he was once again mere inches away from her, just like he had been before, and like he had been before. The images of his past self and current self blurring, merging and spliting in her brain. But he did not touch her, nor did he hold her, nor did he kiss her. “And before you do he will torture you! Torture you in ways that will make hell look like a playground! He will and you will wish that death would hurry up because he will make your existence nothing more than pain! And I-” he stopped, suddenly stumbling into his words. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but ultimately just remained in silence. His eyes appearing to be flooded in despair.

Tears pricked her own. She had not cried yet. Not even one tear. It had all been too quick, too messy, too confusing to make sense of whatever was happening in her heart. She could feel the pain, but nothing else.

But now- How dared he? How cruel had someone to be to come and sound this concerned about a situation he purposely caused? How dared he to make her dizzy, placing her between the warm memories of what she had foolishly believed and felt for him, and the twisted stone cold reality of what things were?

“And who is to blame for that?” she finally answered him, barely speaking above a whisper.

He looked hurt, and she hated herself for the sorrow that look caused in her heart. This must be an act; there was no other explanation. She didn’t even dared to think about other possibilities, because she knew she would find one that would make her heart feel at ease. She would find one that completely explained and justified all of his actions, and she would forgive him. And once she had she would foolishly allow him to dig the knife deeper into her heart.

And all of that was without considering the danger she had put all of the insurgents in. How she put in danger the hopes of a better future for her people, maybe even people of other nations.

No. Not ever again.

Sudden steps resounded accross the halls, startling both of them.

ENTP hesitated before finally walking outside of her cell; before closing the door he said “I will get you out of here. I can't get you out just yet, but I will. I swear on it. Just please- please do what I told you. Trust me, just once more. I don’t have time to explain just yet, but if you don’t-” unable to end the sentence, he swallowed hard and locked the cell. He started walking away but right before disappearing from her sight he turned and said “I’m sorry, for everything.”

Then he was gone.

Leaving her with a confused mind and an even messier heart.

It must be a trap. There was no other explanation.

Not ever again.

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Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢

Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢

Even with Buck and Tommy trying at a relationship for however long it does not mean a single thing except for the idea that Buck is feeling this out, understanding who he is and is HAVING FUN. It certainly does not mean the end of Buddie. There is still potential for that and the biggest reasoning I have is:

"I have reservoir of Catholic guilt…"

The fact that this angle is actually going to play out for Eddie…and some are asking why do Buck and Eddie need to work on themselves before they can be in a relationship? No matter where you get with yourself, and loving yourself any relationship is work. It should not take alarming amounts of work as some of the relationships the boys' have had, but it'll take work and they'll work it- much like the grocery store scene type of things it is just this time there is an option to be shut up with a kiss.

I think they need to become highly aware of who they are and embrace themselves wholly, because as it was already shown Buck was nervous and apprehensive that he kind of backtracked during his date with Tommy (which yes, it is valid-this is the first time facing these feelings head on) but he backtracked which made Tommy apprehensive. There is no way Tommy is going back into the closet and if Tommy is ready to have a partner who is present, up for touching/kissing etc without any cares, then he definitely would not wait for someone to "come out." Hence, the whole, "I don't think you're ready…" and I think what perturbed Tommy the most about it all was that Buck had looped him into his backtracking with the hot chicks thing. Tommy doesn't want to be looped into that, because he knows that is not who he is and if Buck needed time to solve how ready he is, Tommy was going to let him.

I cannot really say where they'll head with Eddie's journey…but I can't wait to see it (hopefully). From what I gather, I think it'd be best for them to become aware of anything between them that is more than friends, then meet in that middle. I assume it'll either be us seeing one pining after the other or perhaps both of them doing the pining and avoiding making the first move.

Right now, I'll enjoy the roller coaster ride. At least the Buck and Tommy of it all, because Eddie and Marisol really felt like a blatant, "here swallow this pill of heteronormativity, choke it down, you'll have to get through this" kind of message.

AvA Yellow and Leadership: Character Analysis

Well, the last character analysis went over very well, and I'm always down to ramble about sticks, so here's some stuff I've been noticing about Yellow and their struggles with leadership and pride. I don't have quite as much planned for this one, but we'll see how it goes.

So in the Color Gang, everyone seems to have preferred roles on the team. Orange and Green like to be leaders - albeit in different ways - and both tend to take leadership roles whenever appropriate. Blue and Red don't seem to enjoy the leadership role as much, and thus take support roles in the team. Yellow, however, seems to me like they like being a leader in a way, yet when it comes to it, generally ends up in a support role.

There's a lot of evidence of this, mostly in season 1 and 2, though a little in season 3 too. In the early days especially, Yellow loved taking charge and showing off, not unlike Green in some aspects. Yellow made the roller coaster so that all their friends could take part in something of their design - without even riding it themselves, apparently, since I would have expected they'd notice the problem at the end if they tried. The Lucky Blocks episode started with Yellow figuring out a bit more about the lucky blocks and then showing off to their friends. They drag Red into a lot of their plans too, both when first discovering command blocks and when messing with texture packs. They do similarly with Blue in the first Ravager episode, leading Blue to Mango's castle.

So it's pretty clear Yellow likes making the plans, or setting the scene. They love being the one who knows everything, the one who makes the decisions, the one who leads. So why, whenever there's a bigger fight or something that has to do with the whole team, are they so rarely the leader? Why are they the ranged fighter in the back who spends most of a battle giving their friends supplies? While it's helpful, it doesn't seem like much of a leadership style, right? Well, I think there's a few reasons.

First, they love being the one who knows everything. Turns out, in a new situation, they're rarely the one who knows everything. In the Raid, even Blue was more of a leader than Yellow with the villagers, because the only thing Yellow knew about the situation was the command block, so they focused all their attention on that. It went well, and they seemed quite happy about it, but their time was spent giving their allies buffs and gathering reinforcements rather than really taking charge themselves.

Second, there just isn't space in the team for a third leader. Orange and Green balance each other out, Green taking charge in tighter situations and Orange tending to step up when there's a bit more time to think, or occasionally just leading their own sub-groups. The only times Yellow really gets the chance to take that role is when they set up the whole situation themselves, which is what they do quite often as prior stated. In most other situations, they don't have the time to figure everything out so someone else steps up before they get the chance to.

Third, especially in the case of an actual battle, Yellow just isn't much of a fighter. They know how the game works incredibly well, but give them a sword and they don't end up doing much with it. So in a fight, they're better suited being a backup for their friends, getting everyone the supplies they need while lobbing bombs from a distance. Their fighting style just lends itself to a supporting role.

Fourth, this is less of an analysis and more theoretical, but I wonder if there might be some lack of trust between Yellow and the others? In all the examples I used for Yellow acting as leader, it did not end well. Whether it was dropping most of the group off a cliff, or making the computer devolve into chaos, or getting everyone possessed, or falling for a villain's trap, every time Yellow leads, bad things happen. So it wouldn't be surprising if the rest of the CG didn't quite trust Yellow in a leadership role again. Which has got to be frustrating for Yellow, cause it seems all they want to do is make their friends happy and proud of them.

That's why I'm quite happy with how the last few episodes are going, and am really hoping Yellow's command staff doesn't get used for anything bad. While Yellow spent most of the Raid doing their own thing with the command block, when they returned to the nether, taking point in the fight against Mango, I feel like that has to be the perfect spot for Yellow to be in. With the command block, they're in an element they're comfortable with, they're in the lead like they want to be, with still the supporting, defensive aspect that they're good at.

As dire as the situation is right now, at least Yellow might finally be settling into a better role for themselves.

That ended up quite a bit longer than I expected, huh! There were even some more points I had in mind that I never felt a good time to bring up, so guess I had a lot more to say than I thought. Well, if you read this far, hope you found it interesting! I'm sure I'm going to be making more of these in the future, so see you then! (Please look at my art too though I work very hard on it ^-^)

You’re welcome for the asks, got some more for you :)

1: do they give each other piggy back rides?

2: how often do they hang out besides at school? Everyday, once a week, etc

3: when Jake performs a wedgie on a goon does he pull the waistband up or pulls the part of the underwear underneath the butt up? Also I can see him pulling the underwear down causing Chris to cover his eyes XD

4: do they plus mar’i have any mental issues besides PTSD? Like OCD, autism, etc…

5: what was Chris’s relationship like with Jon & Kon when he first joined the family?

6: what’s their favorite thing to do in December?

1. Oh most certainly they will, especially after long missions and patrol nights should either of them be exhausted. Despite Jake’s insistence and the few exceptions he’s been able to, majority of the time, Chris is the one carrying Jake like that. Jake doesn’t mind it too much though, he’s quite used to it and if anything it’s as comfortable as when his Big Sis and Uncle Tim(my) piggyback carry him

2. About Every Once a week, mainly at their respective central city parks if crime rates are relatively slow or maybe even if they have their allowances saved up, at their local theme park packed with massive roller coasters, arcade games and snack stalls. Usually they go there for testing new dares in said roller coasters or if new rides are built and open. Plus also, numerous ride photos they post later online because it’s always fun to look out how much either they freak out or even not when in a coaster train going at 75 mph down 189 ft.

3. He always aims for the waistband as he has the strength to successfully lift the crook with even a single arm without any fabric being ripped apart. Plus while that sounds funny, even Jake knows a bit better than going that far with pantsing crooks. That’s more or less actually something Lian as Speedy would do with her arrows, courtesy of being trained be her dad.

4. As explained, Chris can reasonably be diagnosed with C-PTSD and Anxiety Disorder due to his past with his birth Father and all the horrors he had bare witnessed to even prior to meeting Clark.

Now as for Mar’i, she herself has so far not displayed major symptoms of mental disorders but is nonetheless researching on the subject so she can properly understand to the best of her abilities how it works and what are the best treatments when those conditions are active, so that she can be a comforting presence for a prison suffering a mental breakdown.

Then there’s Jake. Prior to his duel with Zsasz, he already exhibited some symptoms of social anxiety, especially prominent almost every single start of a school year which has new teachers, new potential classmates to meet, new expectations and an overall feeling of a differing crowds to try blending into from before, making it difficult for him to feel like he fits in.

Post Zsasz, though no doubt he exhibits symptoms of PTSD, haunted in his mind more so by the gruesome marks and wounds those poor orphans in that orphanage he investigate were left in, no doubt in his mind in betting that they actively suffered being their lives end. The fact many of those slain orphans were around his age range with 8 years at youngest and 12 at oldest, he feels a sense of survivor’s guilt and shame in that he feels he could’ve saved them had he only known. Couple that with how sadistic, cruel and diabolical Zsasz himself was in their duel with each thrust, swipe and twisting of that blade onto his then powerless self at that very duel, he perfectly then understood what those orphans had felt and likely would’ve died the same exact way had it not been for the timely intervention of his allies that moment (whether it be Chris in the revised version or his family in the original version as seen in my fic ‘Broken Wings’).

5. With Jon, the then 4 year old was curious and quickly ecstatic of having a big brother to be around, like having a brand new friend. Chris was very first was a tad nervous around Jon, afraid to hurt or scare him away with his background and where he came from. But over the course of the first few weeks of staying over, Chris started clicking with Jon all too easily as they bonded with numerous brotherly things they did together, helped along by Clark being there for the both.

Then there’s Conner, who first emerged at least in the timeline around when Chris and Jon were 7 and 5 respectively in the aftermath of the emergence and defeat of Doomsday (Clark himself actually survived this encounter but he was left in critical condition and taken to a hospital. However the press had claimed of Superman being killed in the process and Clark had lost his powers for a good while. It was in the period between this Doomsday encounter and Clark’s powers being restored did Conner, Steel, Eradicator and Cyborg Superman arise to fill in for his role).

Conner had thought of Chris like someone that embodies the awkward nature of his relationship with Clark, in that Clark was so quick to take in this unrelated child yet with him there seems being some sort of rift from the get go. Conner can understand where that rift comes from but it still annoyed him a bit. He didn’t wanna break Chris and Jon’s hearts though so he accepts looking over them whenever Clark, Lois and Kara were extra busy.

During these times they stay with him, mainly at Martha and Pa’s place at Smallville, he finds a sort of kinship with the boys. The fact they look up to him as a big superhero and are awe of his own tales of hero work while being all the cool certainly helps. Sure he twitches every time they refer to him as ‘Superboy’ instead of ‘Superman’ but it’s the thought and appreciation that truly counts. It’s about weeks of doing this and having the bond firmly in place when Conner begins to think of maybe….making these two as cool as him one day, as he’ll show them the right way of being a superhero.

6. Since both Hamilton County and Bludhaven can get a good amount of snow fall and frozen lakes that are available for skating, making snow angels, building snow replicas of Haley and Krypto and even some hockey on said frozen lakes with their siblings are what I envision Chris and Jake doing in December, let alone the winter

Trapped in the Backrooms - Ch 8: Power Trip

(Ragaeli x lee!Y/N (non-romance): Tickling, group tickling, clowns, coulrophilia, hypnosis)

Finally, you and Ragaeli have the chance to face one of the deities of the Backrooms head-on. Rags is ready to put on the performance of the century, and you're not about to let yourself get left out of the circus shenanigans. The Nightmare once again proves that his laughter-fueled megalomania is a force to be reckoned with... But can you hold your own?

(Chapter themes: “Something Wicked (That Way Went)” - Vernian process: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsRh83BXvOE “Entry of the Gladiators” - Ken Mukai: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Y8Of6FNuLQ “The World Revolving” - RichaadEB: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWNKFBeYVxw )

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         Aside from the sounds of rides, coasters and stereotypical circus melodies playing from some of the game booths, there were no clear signs of anyone else in the amusement park. It had very eerie vibes, making you feel as if you were being watched from the shadows of the various tents, booths and train cars that decorated the fairgrounds. A rollercoaster, ferris wheel and huge main tent stood high above all the other attractions in the distance.

         Rags whistled, hands folded behind his head. "Man, Ross-boss would love performin' at a place like this. If, y'know, there were actually people around."

         “Heh, yeah.” You knew he was referring to his robot-clown apprentice. You’d only met him once, but it was an unforgettable night of spectating the showboater’s scares and acrobatics - and of course, a night filled with plenty of laughs.          “So, where d’you wanna head first? If we cause a ruckus here I bet it’ll draw out this so-called Jester sooner~”          “Hmmm…” Your gaze wandered around. Your first instinct was to go for one of the big rides or coasters, buuut you also kind of wanted to start with something more mellow after the nonstop pandemonium from the jungle gyms. You eyed over a nearby building, which very much appeared to be a haunted house attraction. It was painted with generic scary imagery, the entry door cloaked with pitch-black curtains. There were dingy old cutouts on either side of the entrance depicting monstrous-looking humanoid creatures: One looked as if it was wearing the stolen face of a human over its zombified body; the other had an amorphous body without visible hands or feet, holding a single balloon. Its eyes and mouth dripped with blood. Creepy.

         Rags snickered. "Of course you wanna go for the one that'll spook you the most~" He gave you a nudge.          "Oh shush," you shoved him back. "It caught my attention because it's close by, that's all."          "Mmhmm, suuure. Well if you wanna take a look around, go for it! I’m gonna keep an eye out for our jolly ol’ Jester." He poofed out of sight.

         Peering behind the black curtain, you saw a hallway filled with fog, dimly illuminated by ambient red and teal spotlights from somewhere overhead. Slowly, you started stepping forward, the dilapidated wood floor creaking below your feet. The hallway went on and on, for almost a full minute...

         Before the floor completely fell out from below you, slanting downward into a steep ramp. "WhaaAAA-!!"

         The ramp brought you down to another dark area that was clear of fog, with concrete floors. It was lit by little more than a few coils of neon blacklights here and there. As far as the eye could see, the walls displayed mirrors: warped, wavy mirrors. You were in a funhouse! Walking past them, they warped your image in comical ways: Stretching out your neck like a giraffe, making your legs way too short or long, turning your body wavy or spirally. But you were more concerned about whether an entity was waiting to pounce from behind one of them.

         As if answering your thoughts, a sinister, jolly laugh soon permeated the darkness, followed by a voice with a hammy British cadence. "Well well well, my dear, you've wound up in quite the predicament, haven't you~?"

         That voice...! It couldn't be??

         The floating head of a clown popped out from the corner of a wall. And not just any clown; it was metal, with curly indigo hair and LED eyes, a golden smirk below a large purple nose.

         "ROSCOE?!"

         The clown’s body strolled into the room close behind him, giving you an exaggerated bow and taking his head out of the air to tip it like a hat. "The one and only~!"

         You beamed, running up to him. …Stopping short a couple feet away. As much as you enjoyed his personality, he still unnerved you a bit; he was almost as intimidating as Ragdoll. At least he didn't tend to immediately go in for the kill. His gaze narrowed and he eyed you over slyly, swinging out his arms and pulling you into a hug. "No need to be shy, dear! I won't let my hands wander too much~" His large claws flurried up and down your back and hips. You squealed and laughed and pushed at his warm metal chest, to which he responded with a deep amused chuckle. "You have fun meandering about, I'll be keeping my eye on you~" He winked, stepping inside one of the mirrors before disappearing behind the frame.

         The funhouse was dizzying. An endless expanse of mirrors, reflecting in on each other to make the twisted hallways seem even more infinite. You eventually smacked right into one of them, thinking you had found an opening in the wall. "OOF-"

         Roscoe let out his signature guffaw before re-appearing around a corner. "Well you can't very well walk through them, now can you?" He extended an arm and his hand floated over to you, ruffling your hair. "Don't try so hard to find a linear path. Open your mind, trust your gut, and follow my lead~" He poofed out of sight, his image re-appearing inside one of the nearby mirrors. His body looked warped and twisted in comical proportions and he waved Jazz-hands at you.

         You followed the robot's humming, clunking of his huge boots, and bursts of confetti released by his hands shapeshifting into small projectile guns. Occasionally the brat snuck out from behind or inside mirrors to give pokes to your sides. Catching a glimpse of him a few times, you noticed that he had a red aura instead of his typical purple one, and his form seemed to flicker a bit like a mirage. A lot like Rags' tickle machines back at the laboratory. Was this really Roscoe...? You shrugged it off. Even if he was an illusion, it was nice to have another familiar face keeping watch over you.

         The further you traveled, the less mirrors you started to see, replaced by dark corridors and open walls. The few mirrors that were left started to only reflect silhouettes of Roscoe and other entities, outlined in bright neon lights. The infinite ceiling had soon shrunk down until it was just a few feet above your head, letting in a minimal amount of light and fog through holes and slats.

         A loud guttural hiss and a dark figure popped out at you, with a bloodied mouth and zombified skin. You shrieked and sprinted forward to hide behind a corner. But it didn't chase you; it simply snickered meanly to itself and disappeared from sight. You warily made your way through pitch-black hallways with dangling chains, and traversed warped floors that passed by prison cells which housed entities like hounds, smilers, dullers, and that thing from the cutout with a bloody face and single balloon. All of which leapt at you, snarling and clawing at you from behind bars. This thoroughly felt like a haunted house back on Earth, complete with scare-"actors". Were they playing? Were they actually plotting to kill you? It was hard to say for sure. But the thrill of the uncertainty, the reminiscing of some scare attractions you'd visited with some of your friends, still made it pretty fun.

         You continued getting startled by the sounds of eerie whispering, animalistic growls, scuttling and scratching bounced off the walls. You passed through large open sections modeled after different types of creepy environments: A crimson hotel, a spooky castle hallway, an abandoned school, and... A replication of Level Zero. Your stomach sank, at first worrying that you'd been redirected back to the very start of your journey. Thank the heavens there was a clearly-marked path out.

         You soon started to hear music playing ahead: A very distorted carnival melody. Peeking into the doorframe, your eyes were met with blinding UV paintings of monstrous clowns with neon-colored eyes and overly-exaggerated body proportions, with crooked or razor-sharp teeth. The music was now partially drowned out by taunting, distorted laughter, making your adrenaline skyrocket and scramble to get out of the maze faster. Especially when the bastard robot added to the creepy ambience with his own exaggerated villainous laughter, his head gliding in, sticking out his colorful striped tongue. He chased you clear to the end of the maze, where you leapt out of a curtain and back into the amusement park. Roscoe had stopped his pursuit, disappearing again.

         Exiting the haunted house, you felt all pumped up to look around for your next attraction. …And also try to find some food. Your stomach was growling pretty loudly. The bigger rides were further in the distance anyways; you'd have to make your way around several game booths and concession stands first. A lot of them looked similar to games you'd see back on Earth, with very... unusual prize choices. Most of them looked like junk scrounged up from old thrift stores. The plushies looked like strange amalgamations of animals that didn't quite have full faces or limbs.

         Your gaze soon wandered from the top of a nearby carousel up to the nighttime sky. Weirdly, the only stars visible all aligned vertically with each other, traveling clear up to the center of the sky. There were several columns of lights like this, all meeting at a central point. "What the…?" You squinted. You started to realize that the ‘sky’ appeared segmented in different bands of color. The stars weren’t stars at all: They were lights. The entire park was enclosed by an impossibly huge circus tent. Whoa.

         "Ayyy, welcome, welcome!" A gruff, but enthusiastic voice nearby snapped you out of your thoughts, making you jump. Up walked a very short, chubby clown with suspenders, bright facepaint, and a small bowler hat, putting his hands on his hips. After glancing him over, your attention was drawn to his eyes: Striking, neon yellow irises with ringlets around his pupils. He had a friendly smile with slightly crooked teeth. "Nice to see another patron around here! Name's Zeppy," he shook your hand with enough force to bounce your arm up and down. "Step on up, I got just the game for ya!" He came up to reach a hand around to your back, pushing you forward to a nearby game booth with a crossbow aimed at cardboard cutouts of various Backroom entities.

         "O-Oh, okay!! I don't have any money on me though..."

         He shook his head and pushed a button on the booth counter. The game started itself up. "Don't worry 'bout it, you just gotta pay in interest. Literally! Curiosity is what fuels our theme park here. You don't show any interest in what we got, then the rides and games don't work. And it looks like ya got curiosity to spare. Good on ya!"         You humored him and played a round, taking aim with the crossbow and racking up a good amount of points; all while he cheered you on like a corny announcer. After a few minutes, the booth played fanfare and reset itself. "Wanna go for another round?"

         You shrugged, putting the crossbow down. “Truthfully I’m more hungry than anything.”

         “Ohhh gotcha!! Here then, lemme get ya fixed right up!” He tugged at your arm again, pulling you over to sit on a barstool at a concession stand. It was stocked with almond water, brightly-colored mushrooms, packaged bagels and what looked like glowing…jelly? Jam?          He handed you a bagel and almond water, and popped open the jar of jelly. “Moth jelly’s the good shit. It’ll keep ya fueled for most of the day. Thankfully the Death moths they come from are never really seen around here.”          Moth jelly? Huh… Must be like their version of bee honey. You spread it over the bagel and took a bite… Your mouth instantly watering from the taste. “MMmmm!!” It was honey-flavored! Honey with a hint of blueberry.          The clown, in the meantime, plucked some of the mushrooms right out of their planters to snack on them. “Mmm– So, what Level’d you visit from? Betcha you’re from a long ways away, huh?”

         You gave a long sigh. “You have no idea.”

         You started to hear loud footsteps behind you. "Oh hey Pogo, c'mere!!" He started to wave someone over.

         You turned around and gasped. "Whoa-" You were met with the sight of a shockingly tall female clown, standing over eight feet. She had disproportionately long legs and huge shoes, wearing polka-dotted pants. She had rosy red cheeks, red curly pigtails, heavy eyeshadow and exaggerated freckles. And again, her eyes were striking, practically glow-in-the-dark, neon green irises with ringlets.

         She leaned way down close to you, inches from your face, greeting you with a big gap-toothed smile. "Well hiya!! Nice to see a new face around here," she gave you a boop on the forehead. "Enjoying yourself?"         You were unnerved at first by her size, but it was hard not to warm up to her cheery disposition. You smiled softly. "Yeah, I am! All things considered."         "Good, good!! Have ya been on any of the rides yet? Might not wanna eat too much beforehand," she giggled.         "Heh, nah, not yet. Today has been... a very long day, and I kinda want to work my way up to it first."         "Fair 'nuff!" Zeppy walked out of the booth and patted you on the shoulder. "Well if ya wanna hang out on ground level for a while first, lemme introduce ya to the rest of the Rowdy Gang." He took a big, long breath, placed a couple fingers to his lips and blew a very loud whistle; almost as loud as a train whistle.

         Pogo took a seat on the barstool next to you, splaying out her mile-long legs. After a few moments you heard some commotion and talking; Two more clowns strolled on up to you. One of them was huge. A solid brick wall of fat and muscle, standing at seven feet, but he had a friendly face with soft facepaint and neon pink eyes. The other, at a first glance, looked absolutely forlorn; slumping forward, teardrop paint under their electric blue eyes, disproportionately long arms nearly dragging on the ground. But you noticed that their frown and upturned eyebrows was just facepaint. They flashed you a soft smile and waved one of their arms like a limp noodle. For a moment you chatted and introduced yourself; The big guy was named Beebee, the “sad” clown went by Mortimer.

         "Well well well!! It looks like we have quite the motley crew here, don't we~!" Roscoe's voice called out from behind you. He walked up to take a bow in front of the others. Their eyes lit up and they collectively exclaimed in interest, hurrying over to him.          "Whoaaa, take a look at this guy!" Beebee eyed him over. "A robot? Well that's a new one! The Higher-ups are trying new things, I see," he chuckled.          "Oooh, you're a spooky lookin fella," Pogo giggled. "Lookit those chompers! You seem like a nice guy though!"

         "Heheh, of course~! Nothing wrong with a good scare every now and then," he lurched forward with grabby claws, making the others jump. "But it's no fun if your audience is in real danger." he chuckled, then tapped on his gold metal teeth, glancing away in thought. "Say, I don't suppose you lovely bunch have seen the Jester around?"          Their eyes went wide and they exchanged glances. "The Court Jester...?" Mortimer spoke up. They had a soft voice, speaking slowly and thoughtfully. "Well uhh... we're not really... supposed to talk about him to new folks..."          "Not unless you have official business with him," Beebee shrugged. "He's a very busy guy, overseeing the carnival and the multiverse–" He was quickly jabbed in the gut by Zeppy, his belly letting out an audible honk.          "The multiverse, you say?" Roscoe tilted his head. "That could come quite in handy for what my friend and I need..." He tapped his chin, narrowing his gaze.

         Zeppy narrowed his gaze right back. "Hey now, don't be gettin' any sneaky ideas."          "What exactly are you after?" Pogo eyed him over suspiciously and leaned down close. "Messin' with timey-wimey spacey mambo-jumbo is a dangerous game," she flicked Roscoe's metal chest.          He just took a step back and held his hands up, chuckling. "Now now, no need to worry! I'm simply trying to help this one," his hand floated over to pat your head. "Get back to their own world."

        Zeppy blinked. "Wow, you are from far away!"         Roscoe nodded. "A little birdie told us that the Jester might be able to help. A very tall, stretchy, excitable and well-dressed birdie."

        Their eyes went wide again. "Shiro?? Mr. Shiro led you here?” Pogo asked in disbelief.          “Well shoot, must be pretty important business if he told ya to come here!" Zeppy laughed and patted you both on the back. "Well, unfortunately he's still not the easiest to come by. But hang around here long enough and he's bound to show up. He likes it when we make a ruckus together, ‘specially in the Big Top,” he pointed off to the distance, to a tent that stood high above the rest. “Just follow our lead!”

         You spent a decent amount of time being led in the direction of the big top, while also being pulled every which way by the clowns; Carnies, as they referred to themselves. Playing games, snacking on some mushrooms - the safe ones that wouldn’t make you trip balls - asking twenty questions with you and Roscoe, latching onto every word. Occasionally you saw other Carnies in the distance that were working maintenance on rides and stocking booths with supplies, giving a wave. They weren't as unhinged as the toons from the jungle gyms, but their ridiculousness was still contagious. They kept yanking at each other's suspenders, giving one another a good kick that released loud honks from their bodies, or honked out a song with their noses to entertain you.

         Being in close proximity to them made you a little bit anxious. Clowns were typically unnerving at best to most people, which is exactly what the nightmare clown Roscoe counted on; but also because their antics and desire to make you laugh would undoubtedly lead to the inevitable. You’re surprised they hadn’t already tried it.          Roscoe seemed to pick up on that thought. You caught a glimpse of him narrowing his gaze at you, eyebrow cocked. "Is something making you nervous, my good friend?"

         "Nervous??" Zeppy frowned. "Whatcha nervous for? You ain't got anything to worry about!"          "I meeean, some of the other guys aren't too keen on Wanderers being here," Beebee shrugged. "Remember the last sorry sap, blasted into smithereens by Dazzle's confetti bombs."

         "HEY, don't make ‘em more nervous!!" Pogo hissed, gently kicking his side. "Those jerks might be killjoys but you hang with the Rowdy Gang, you're always in for a good time!" She ruffled your hair.          Roscoe chuckled. "I've no doubts that we're safe in your hands, right?" He gave you a poke. A very deliberate poke right on the sweet spot on your torso that always made you squeak loudly.

         Every one of them took immediate notice. Slowly, wide smiles spread across their faces; even Mortimer’s melancholy expression softened into a subtle, playful grin. You gulped and stepped back. "N-Now hang on, guys..." You couldn't hide the shaky smile creeping onto your face.           “Well that was cute~!” Pogo giggled, following suit with a quick tickle to your ribs.          “You didn’t tell us you’re ticklish…” Mortimer leaned in close, squeezing and poking at your belly experimentally. You doubled over on yourself, gently swatting their hands away.          Zeppy smirked smugly. “Beebee, do the honors?”          You felt your arms lifted up by the huge clown’s strong arms, his big belly pressing up against your back.          Zeppy rubbed his hands together like a cartoon villain and made grabby hands. “Weeell now, it’d be remiss of us not to make ya laugh, don’tcha think? You sound like you’ve been through the ringer, so how ‘bout we help you loosen up~?”          You swallowed hard, feeling your face heat up. You glared over at Roscoe, who had his hands on his hips, smirking smugly. “R-Roscoe you aaaAASSHOHOHOLE!!” You were thrown off by the feeling of six pairs of hands going in for the attack.          “Aawwww, lookit that cute smile!!” Pogo cooed. “Your cheeks are almost as red as mine~!” Her long gloved fingers wiggled and scritched under your armpits, swirling in circles.          “Your laugh is really sweet…” Mortimer cooed softly, slipping their hands under your shirt to continue gently squishing and tickling your belly.          “Heheheh, quite the little wiggly-worm, ain’t ya~?” Zeppy smirked mischievously. He went to work skillfully and rapidly dancing his fingers over your hips, and down over your kneecaps and behind your legs. “Tickletickletickletickle!! Hehehe, you squeal even louder when I do that! Tiiickletickletickle~!”                  You kept getting bombarded by nonstop playful cooing, teasing, silly faces and contagious laughter, getting you all the more flustered and giggle-drunk. It was even worse when Pogo decided to lift your legs up, so Mortimer could proceed to take off your shoes. Roscoe finally joined Zeppy in peeling off your socks and going to town fluttering their fingers over your soles. The short clown shuffled in one of his pockets, pulling out a large comb - definitely too large for his own short hair - with thick, blunt teeth. With a wide, evil smile, he started tracing its edge up and down and around your sole, heel and balls of your feet. “Man, you’re a hell of a squirmer~ You’d be in trouble if we didn’t hold back, heheh!”          “There’s no need to hold back~” Roscoe narrowed his gaze at you deviously. “They’re thoroughly a glutton for punishment, isn’t that right~?” He winked.          Beebee eventually put you down. “I don’t wanna be left out!” he pouted. He kneeled down behind your head, starting to gently trace along your arms, biceps, and hollows with his fingers. “So cuuute~!”          Zeppy started to saw between your toes with his comb while Roscoe pinned your ankles down and shifted his other hand into a whirring brush. The combination of the two made you shriek and kick and laugh frantically. This just encouraged Pogo to tickle your writhing torso even faster. “Heeheehee, that’s the spirit!! If you’re gonna be goin’ on any rides you gotta show us you can handle the excitement~!”          Mortimer snuck into the fray to flop down and lay their head down on your belly, peeking up at you. They gave a content sigh. “This is a nice view~” They chuckled. “Might even be able to doze off listenin’ to this…” They turned their head to plant their face against your belly… Suddenly taking a deep breath and blowing a huge raspberry.          “NnnaaAAA-HAHAHAHA!! STAAAHAHAHA…!”          You had no doubts the lot of them would’ve kept tickling you as long as you could possibly handle it. But, the fun was eventually interrupted.          A loud BANG in the air nearby made all of you jump and look over to see a burst of fireworks and confetti. They all let you go, and Zeppy and Pogo hopped up to take a defensive stance. "Aw crap-"

         A short blonde clown with buck teeth and neon purple irises floated into view; literally, floating in the air, carried by a round colorful jumpsuit with inflated rims of their sleeves and bellbottoms, as if they were anti-gravity devices. You snorted back snickering at the sight, sitting up to brush yourself off.          "I thought I heard a laugh I didn't recognize!" Their voice was very high-pitched, to the point where your snorting turned into full-on laughter. But you were quickly snapped out of your moment of amusement when they casually tossed a cherry bomb in your direction, which promptly burst into confetti at a dangerously close proximity. You yelped and jumped back. "WHOA– Watch it!!"         “Fraternizing with miscreants again, eh Zippidy-Doo-Dah??” They growled and put their hands on their hips. “HEY CHARLIE!!” They shouted off to the side. “WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!”

         After some loud stomping, a clown with the same body type as Pogo came into view; except this one was almost twice as tall, towering over some of the boxcars. He had runny-mascara makeup, a mop of messy purple curls, suspenders, neon orange eyes, and a dress shirt with tacky arcade-like triangle patterns. Your neck craned upward, your jaw dropping.         He lifted his foot, reeling back his leg. You realized just in time that he intended to try kicking you. “WhoawhoaWHOA!!” The others pulled you out of the way just in time for the gargantuan boot to smash into a small tent just behind you.

         Mortimer whined and hid behind Beebee. Zeppy let out an exasperated growl, shouting up to both of them. “I keep tellin’ ya, Dazzle, you gotta STOP trynna kill off our customers!!”          The blonde let out a grating single bark of a laugh. “And THEY needa stop trying to kill US!!" They pointed an accusatory finger at you. “Them Wanderers come in here in those bright yellow trash-bags, bringin’ weapons and plans to sabotage our park! They think we’re nothin’ but MONSTERS!” They put their hands on their hips.          “They shoot my legs,” Charlie droned, moving his other leg out from behind one of the tents. His pant leg was tattered and torn from the knee down, revealing his skin covered in nasty burn scars. You gasped and covered your mouth, feeling a pang of sympathy.          Pogo also frowned sympathetically, but let out a loud huff. "Well this one ain't like those losers!!"          Beebee stomped up closer to Charlie. "Yeah!! They're nice! They're not here to cause problems or hurt any of us!"

         Dazzle scoffed. "Yeah?? The last chick that came through here was nice too! Til she thought she had to get violent for no reason! Damn lizard-skinned savage!!"          Lizard-skinned...?         "You're the one who thought it'd be a grand idea to paint a buncha freaky versions of us Carnies in the Scare-House!!" Zeppy pointed accusingly. "No wonder they think we're monsters!!"          Dazzle just shrugged. "It ain't MY fault if those losers can't tell the difference between a paintin' and us hard-working folks that just wanna entertain!!" They did a midair cartwheel closer to you. “I think it’s your turn to entertain us!! You lot make for some great target practice!!” An unnaturally wide smirk stretched across their face and a cherry bomb popped out of their puffed-up sleeve, ready to toss at you.

       "AAAND TIME TO GET OUTTA HERE!!" Zeppy tugged you by the arm, then started running ahead, waving frantically for you to follow. Beebee scooped you up and held you close, starting to head after Zeppy. He could run surprisingly fast for his size. Pogo scooped up the terrified Mortimer, who covered their eyes.

       The two easily kept up their pace, Dazzle’s maniacal squeaky cackling and Charlie’s loud stomping ringing out in the sky. The only thing even remotely slowing them down were the smaller tents and boxcars, but they disregarded any of the empty concession booths, stomping them flat or confetti-bombing them. “HYEHEHEHAHAHA, Time to give ya the ol’ RAZZLE-DAZZLE!!” The blonde cackled at their own pun, their puffed-up sleeves lighting up brightly, before releasing a torrent of confetti and firework sparks in your direction.           Pogo and Zeppy expertly dodged the confetti blasts and cherry bombs, and Beebee smacked them away before they detonated. Finally, the gang had enough, and retaliated.        Zeppy growled loudly and spun around. "ARRIGHT, ya loose cannons!!" He ran forward a few steps, then bounded into the air, his boots making an audible springy sound-effect. He aimed his chest flower at Dazzle, giving it a squeeze, firing a blast of silly-string as intense as a firefighter hose. It struck Dazzle and sent them flying backwards, screeching loudly.        It was Pogo's turn next. "Hang on tight!!" She told Mortimer, directing them to climb onto her back and wrap their long arms and legs around her. She also took a flying leap, springing even higher than Zeppy, clamping onto Charlie from behind... And promptly burying her fingertips into his armpits. Mortimer followed her lead, sneaking their hands down to tickle up and down his sides.          The massive clown yowled and burst into deep rumbling laughter, shaking his head and trying to clamp his arms over himself.

       Beebee hurriedly brought you over to a nearby game booth, ushering you to hide inside. "Wait here for now, stay out of sight," he directed gently. Then turned around and let out a guttural roar, stomping over to a nearby booth that had an enormous chimera plushie the size of his body, slinging it into the air like a discus throw. It stuck to Dazzle, who was still covered in silly-string, making them shriek and frantically start trying to spin around to get it dislodged. “YIEEEE I SWEAR WHEN I GET THIS OFFA ME-!!”        The two eventually managed to fight back. Charlie was able to grab Pogo’s arms and yank her off. While she kicked and twisted in the air, he grabbed the canopy of a nearby game booth and used the fabric to wrap her and Mortimer like a burrito. He gave an evil smirk down at the two, who looked nervously back at him. “H-Heyy now, can’t we talk about thiiIIIHIHIS!!” Pogo squealed and started frantically wiggling as Charlie tickled up and down her legs.        After Dazzle flailed around a little longer, they managed to grab the huge plushie; their sleeve lit up like a bomb about to detonate and they blasted the plush away with a firework burst. Then, they hastily threw a cherry-bomb near Beebee, and propelled themself forward like they were using a jetpack, headbutting Zeppy into the ground.

         Finally, it was Mortimer's turn. Letting go of Pogo and snaking their way out of the canopy trap, they shuffled closer toward the two opponents, took a HUGE deep breath that puffed out their chest... And released a deafening, percussive wail that sent Dazzle flying and spinning back and forced Charlie and the others - including you - to cover their ears.          Using the chance to take you away from the commotion, Pogo freed herself and hopped over to you, helping you out of the game booth to carry you. Beebee picked up Mortimer, and Zeppy shot at the ground with his flower, releasing a huge blast of water that propelled himself to catch up to the rest of you.

         You heard Roscoe’s signature guffaw rise up over the commotion. “Heavens, you lot are quite the force to be reckoned with~! How about we take this performance to the Big Top where we can really make them laugh?” He flew up closer to Dazzle, letting his hands glide out closer toward them. His claws lit up with a bright red glow, crackling with the same tickly magic as Rags, launching forward to firmly grasp onto one of the blonde’s feet and onto Charlie's stomach, promptly giving off intense ticklish bursts, emanating with Laughing Hand runes.          “YYyyEEEEAAHHAHAHA!!” Dazzle flailed and sun in the air trying to free themselves from the tickly magic, their face flushing as brightly as a stoplight.        “Heheh, sounds like a good plan to me~!” Zeppy smiled wide at the sight of the blonde getting their comeuppance.

         On the way to the big top, another Carnie stepped out of the shadows of the tent to join the fray. He was black-and-white monochrome, with striped stockings and sleeves, tattered grey pants, piercing ice-blue eyes, large feather protrusions on his shoulders, and a cone-shaped striped nose. Nonstop, off-kilter, stereotypical-creepy-clown chuckling bubbled up from his chest as he waved slowly in your direction. Something about his laughter was almost as contagious as Ragdoll’s, making giggles bubble up in your chest in spite of your predicament.          "DON'T listen to him!!" Pogo covered your ears. “GET BACK IN YOUR BOX, JACK!” she yelled at the monochrome clown, flipping him off.

         Once you were all close to the tent entrance, Roscoe hurriedly ushered everyone inside. He gave you a wink… And then vanished right before your pursuers ran in after you.

        The tent was half the size of a football stadium, with a thirty-foot arched ceiling. It was very dark, with little more than strings of lights illuminating the inner framing - a bit like the supermassive tent enclosing the amusement park. Pogo put you down to allow you to duck and weave your way through the bleachers in an attempt to throw off your pursuers. "To the stage!!" Pogo called out to the others. "We'll have some room to stretch our legs and show 'em who's boss!!"          But, when you all started getting closer to the stage, the lights all powered on, and “Entry of the Gladiators” started blasting at full volume, making all of you jump and exclaim.

         Standing center stage, illuminated by spotlights, was Ragaeli. He'd traded out his half-jester garb for a flashy Ringleader suit, holding a striped scepter tipped with a glowing red orb. He struck a dramatic pose, top hat tilted forward to hide all but his wide smile.          Even your hostile pursuers stopped in place and blinked in confusion. "Who the hell–"

          Rags enthusiastically tossed his top hat into the air, pointing his scepter at it and sending forth a bolt of magic to make it explode into red confetti. He then banged the scepter on the stage floor; more lightning-bursts of magic leapt outward, targeting the three clowns attacking you. One bolt snuck inside the air-tight rims of Dazzle's inflated jumpsuit, lighting it up like a plasma ball and making them scream and burst into frantic cackling, collapsing onto a nearby bleacher. Another bolt split off and slipped into Charlie's gigantic shoes, making them let loose a surprised bellow, staggering and sitting down before they collapsed, kicking their legs and letting out loud guffaws. The last bolt struck the black-and-white clown square in the belly, slithering up to his armpits, making his already contagious laughter even louder and more hysterical, doubling over and rolling on the floor.

        "Holy..." Zeppy muttered, all of them watching dumbfounded.          “PFfff–!!” Pogo snorted and covered her mouth, smiling wide at the sight of the other three being reduced to laughing disasters.

        Rags' attention soon turned toward the rest of the group. "Weeeell now, I'd say that's a fine way to kick off our spec-tickle of the evening~!" His voice boomed out, as if amplified by a mic. "Looks like we got quite the assortment of silly lil' guys tonight! Let's have a little fun clowning around~! Making our lovely audience laugh is all well and good, but how ‘bout we get all of you laughing~?" He grinned evilly as he eyed everyone over, pointing his scepter into the air, creating huge projections of the Laughing Hand.        Mortimer came up to hide behind you. “Is he with you…?” They whispered.        “He uh... H-He means the other guys, right?” Beebee laughed nervously.        “Yes, he is with me, and… No, he doesn’t.” You felt an impish grin cross your face. “You guys should definitely make a run for it, he’s all talk and will never catch you.”        Beebee and Zeppy immediately bought into your blatant lie. Beebee turned heel and tried to football-charge towards the tent entrance again, and Zeppy bounced in the opposite direction.        A wide-eyed, gleeful smile crossed the Nightmare’s face; his chase instincts kicked in the moment the other clowns started making a run for it. With a maniacal cackle, he leapt into the air and started teleporting around to his various targets.          First, he poofed over to tackle Beebee to the ground, his large hands squishing the clown’s huge stomach and skittering his claws up under his shirt. The clown squawked and burst into belly-laughter and whines. He didn’t even try to push the Nightmare’s arms away, instead just covering his face. “GAHH-HHAHAHAHA P-PLEHEHEHEASE N-NUUUHAHAHA!”          The stage spotlights shone over the two of them, and Rags’ voice boomed out again. “Lookit this big ol’ lug!! The body of a pro wrestler, the laugh of a teddy bear! He’s a real keeper~!!” The comments just made the ‘poor’ clown blush brighter.          Zeppy and Pogo couldn’t help but spin around to watch, and Charlie took a seat on one of the barrels on stage, legs jutting out. Before they could get too comfortable though, Rags’ head spun around 180 degrees, locking on Pogo. “AW CRAP-!” She gasped and bounded into the air, scrambling across stage - tripping over one of her own feet. “YEEK-!!”          He swiftly teleported over to her, the spotlight following again, snapping his fingers and hoisting her into the air with his magic, her shoes popping off to show off her huge feet. He whistled. “WHOO, these dogs are barking!! They’re almost as hefty as my big ol’ stompers~! And talk about good nail polish game~!”           The tall clown blushed from the callout, wild giggles bubbling up uncontrollably. “Nyeehehehee ohh s-stop, you charmer you~!” She instantly squealed and started kicking in delight when the “ringmaster”’s nails went to work scritching and raking up and down her soles and under her toes. “GYEEE-HEEHEEHEEE!! AAH-HAHAHAHA!!”

         He continued this ‘performance’, zipping around to Charlie next, immobilizing them, targeting the weak spots that he… no, that Roscoe, had seen get exploited by Pogo, rendering the house-sized clown a bellowing mess, crumpled on the stage. His own shoes were also gone soon, and Rags placed himself next to one, gawking upwards. “Daaaamn, now THAT’S a pair of shit-kickers!!” He sent tickly zaps all through the giant clown’s soles; most everyone had to cover their ears from the force of his guffaws. Even Zeppy had joined in the fun by now, running over and shouting encouragement and playful taunts. “YEA, YOU SHOW ‘EM!! You really oughta laugh more, ya oversized asparagus!!”          You glanced over at Mortimer, who was watching the commotion with a small amused grin; and a noticeable blush across their cheeks. “Heh… This friend of yours is pretty fun… What is he…? Some kind of real-life tickle monster?”          “Exactly,” you smiled a little mischievously, sneaking your hands down to squeeze the melancholy clown’s hips and belly. They gasped and clamped their arms around their midsection, instantly trying to choke back deep chuckling. “M-MMfff-hmhmh heheheyyy!!” They laid their head down against your shoulder to hide their face, squirming back and forth.          You didn’t see Dazzle, who up until now had kept themselves hidden from the tickle-fest, floating up behind you. You just noticed the sound of a fizzling bomb fuse… before Rags re-appeared above you and tackled the blonde out of the air. “YEEEE-!!”         “Maaan, this one just can’t let grudges GO, can they??” Rags shouted out to his ‘audience’. “Guess I gotta show ‘em the fun way that we’re only here for some laughs~” His cracked his knuckles.          Dazzle’s eyes went wide as saucers, and for once, the cocky little gremlin’s expression shifted to nervousness. “H-Heheheh hey now!! I-I was just kiddin’ around! I won’t mess with ‘em anymore, promise!!”          Rags just smirked smugly. His hair tendrils leapt out and grabbed the elastic rims of the blonde’s sleeves, pant legs, and jumpsuit underneath their neck ruffles. “WhoawhOAWHOA DON’T DO THAT–” All of the air rushed out, leaving the clown in a deflated silk bag, showing their pear-shaped body underneath. The Nightmare instantly went in for the kill, tickling in rapid-fire pokes and fluttering his fingers into their hips and knees. “YIIEEEAAHAHAHAHA NONONONOOOAA-HAHAHAHA!!” They flailed, shoved at Rags’ arms, and tried in vain to shuffle into their baggy sleeve for one of their bombs.          Mortimer clambered up onto the stage, scooting closer. “Heh, wow…you’re actually pretty cute when you’re not acting like a rabid squirrel~” They poked and squeezed experimentally against Dazzle’s hip and sides, causing the flustered, pissy blonde to shriek more and whine. All the while, the other clowns cheered and threw out playful taunts. Jack’s consistent unending giggles just added to the unbridled silliness of the situation, making everyone, even Charlie, laugh right along with each other.            “And YOU...!” Rags snapped his attention over to the monochrome clown, gliding over to him. “You remind me of someone I don’t like,” he seethed, lips upturning into a sneer. “Let’s hope it’s a coincidence, yeah?” He cracked the knuckles on his hair-hands, rolling up his sleeves.           Jack gulped back a lump in his throat, his unhinged giggles turning nervous. “Nnhhehehehe...” He put up his hands defensively and tried to hastily step back... but he was hoisted into the air, the Nightmare blowing a huge loud raspberry on his belly. “GYYEEEAAHAHAHAHAHA!!” He thrashed about, smacking and shoving at Rags with his large clawed hands, a faint blush appearing in his ghost-white cheeks.          After his first round of tickle-attacks, Ragaeli backflipped onto the stage. “And now, ladies and blokes and nonbinary folks!! With our warm-up round out of the way, let’s really bring the house down!! Let’s give a performance that the Court Jester himself won’t be able to ignore~!!” He smirked, outstretching his arms and growing to his full height. Everyone exclaimed and gawked up at him; even Charlie seemed nervous that there was someone actually taller than him. He gave a wave of his hands, and more corny carnival music started to kick in, the spotlights going wild as he let his magic loose on everyone. Including you. You and all seven clowns were soon suspended in the air, shrieking with excited laughter and guffaws and cusses.          The Nightmare visibly shuddered at the bombardment of laughter, licking his lips, his aura glowing bright and crackling. His own laughter became more unhinged. “C’MONNNN OL’ JINGLE BELLS!! YOU TOO NERVOUS TO FACE ME YOURSELF?!” he bellowed, cackling. With another snap of his fingers, three more figures joined the fray: Roscoe re-emerged in the air, giving a villainous guffaw before gunning it over to Jack and Beebee, attacking with shapeshifted hands… And this time, two other clowns phased into view.          In a flurry of colorful lights, a bottom-heavy clown clad in a purple jumpsuit with a curly sunset-tinted afro and opalescent rainbow eyes glided around to Zeppy and Mortimer, setting off colorful bursts targeting their most ticklish spots. “Lovely to meet ya, darlin~!” They greeted in a heavy Jersey accent.          The other clown spun into the tent like a tornado. This redheaded, ghost-white clown was top-heavy, wearing a jumpsuit with clashing colors and arcade-floor patterns…And roller skates? They gave goofy cackling and skated in circles around Dazzle, Pogo and Charlie, disorienting them and tickling them unpredictably.          “Introduciiiiing Roscoe the Rabblerouser, and our two rambunctious buddies; Willie, Nillie, Topsy-Turvy, the legendary lads straight from the Surreal Realm!!”          Fanfare played and confetti rained down as the three took a playful bow. You took notice that these two others had the same red glow as Roscoe… the same glow as Rags.          These added allies made swift work of drawing out more laughter, making the Nightmare more charged up, an expression similar to his sadistic mania back in the laboratory starting to creep onto his face.          Raaaags, don’t you get carried away again!! You tried shouting to him in your mind. We need to make sure the Jester-          “ –Doesn’t see us as a threat?” He finished your thought out loud before bursting into mad laughter. “I AM A THREAT!! And if he wants to STOP me, he’d better make it snappy!! You’d better believe I’m giving him my all, baby!!”          But he didn’t keep up the onslaught for too long. He brought everyone together in the center of the stage, plopping you all down in a circle. Willie, Nillie and Roscoe all took one last bow before vanishing. Rags took a deep breath, putting his palm to his face, still giggling wildly. “Hehhheheh, sorry, sorry, gettin’ a little carried away~! You’re the performers here, so how ‘bout you entertain each other~?”          After everyone had caught their breath, they all exchanged glances and playful smiles. It seemed they had all but forgotten their original quarrel. They leapt at each other, fingers flying, honks and cartoony sound-effects occasionally interrupting their goofy laughter and squeals. Not a single torso or oversized foot was spared.          At one point, you found yourself pinned by Dazzle, the one who had disliked you the most. And then, Charlie loomed over both of you, planting his arms and legs on all sides of you. You swallowed hard and shrunk down at the sight. “H-Heyyy, guys…” You smiled nervously.          The blonde’s big playful buck-toothed smile was a far cry different than the malicious sneer that had stayed plastered on their face the whole time they’d chased you. “Okaaay, maybe I don’t wanna see ya blasted to smithereens anymore… But you’d better explode with laughter for me!!” They cracked their knuckles and plunged their hands into your armpits, tickling expertly with their small hands, responding to your laughter with gremlin snickering. “Coochiecoochiecoochieee-heehee~!!” They got a playful twinkle in their eye. “How ‘bout I give ya the ol’ razzle-Dazzle~” They took a comically huge breath, quickly lifted your shirt, and blew a raspberry into your navel.              “A-AAHHH-Hahahaha!!” You exclaimed in delight, pushing at their soft hair and shoulders, blushing and giggling and wriggling back and forth.          Finally, once everyone had exhausted themselves, Rags gave a wave of his hand, playing finale fanfare, confetti and glitter showering down from the ‘ceiling’. “Aaaand that’s a wrap, folks!! Thank you all for being an amazing part of this laugh-tacular performance~!!” He took a bow above all of you, laughing and shrinking down. He, much like Jack, could not stop giggling. He looked… a little cracked-out, frankly; lips twitching, foot tapping in place, and hair tendrils clawing impatiently at the air, his body glowing and sparking, over-charged with magic again.

         "Yaknow..." Zeppy glanced over to Dazzle. "Once upon a time, we were all thick as thieves. Do we really gotta keep dukin' it out?"          "It felt pretty nice, laughing together again," Beebee flashed them a warm smile.          “They’re right, you know…” Charlie petted the blonde with a finger. Jack nodded his head energetically, clapping his hands together, still communicating purely in giggles.          Dazzle huffed and looked away. "Yeah yeahh… This damn nutcase,” they gestured to Rags, “reminded me how much I missed that lettin’ loose and laughing with you guys.” Their expression softened, and they glanced over to you. “You’re pretty harmless, so I’ll let you off easy,” they stuck out their tongue.         “You’d make a pretty good Carnie~!” Pogo reached over to ruffle your hair. “You’re just as mischievous and fun-loving as the rest of us~”          “You’re uhh… p-pretty scary,” Mortimer smiled feebly up at Rags. “But… You’re still a good guy… I can tell.”

         As everyone wound down from the fun, a faint sound could be heard outside in the distance: A beautiful melody, played on what sounded like a lyre. It instantly caught your attention, making you sit up.

         The others noticed too. Beebee slowly looked over to the tent entrance. "That sounds like…"          "The Court Jester!!" Dazzle's eyes went wide. "You were trynna lead him here!" They glared up at Rags.          "If he's playing out there, then it means he wants to meet you out in the open…" Zeppy scratched his head. "For what reason though, I couldn't say."

          Looking over to Ragamuffin, you saw that he was gripping his head. “N-Nnghhh…!!” His hair calmed down, his aura stopped crackling. “Hghhh… Something about that music is… suppressing me…” He grumbled. “All this energy ‘bout to boil over like a soda-Mento explosion is… settling back down like the foam going flat…” He sulked. “Don’t tell me we got another killjoy… I WANNA go all-out with him, dammit!!” He stomped.          “You…miiight have pissed him off with that power display,” Pogo looked over to him cautiously. “I think he wants to meet you mano-a-mano.” She stood up and leaned down to help you to your feet. “You two had better stay close together.”          “You sure you still want to meet him?” Charlie spoke up, leaning down over you and Rags. “He might go easy on you, but the Order doesn’t take kindly to other powerful forces they don’t recognize…”          You sighed, nodding. “Yes. I feel like we don’t have a choice at this point. If anyone can convince him to give him answers, it’s this lunatic,” you nudged Rags.          “Heh, very well then,” Zeppy patted you on the back. “Good luck then, bucko!” He glanced over at the others. "C'mon, guys, whaddya say we go for some rounds of almond whiskey? On the house!"

         The Carnies all said their goodbyes to you, interlocking arms and holding hands and strolling out of the tent, all laughing it up together like buddies reconnecting at a school reunion.

         You followed them out of the tent, watching them go their separate ways. The music soon stopped, but Rags still looked very pent-up, fists clenching and unclenching, annoyed sneer on his face, chomping at the bit.

         “Hey, don’t worry, I bet we’ll meet him soon,” you tried to offer a smile. You decided to diffuse the tension with a question you kind of already knew the answer to. "That... Wasn't really Roscoe, was it? Or your other clown friends?”

         He shook his head, sighing and calming down. "Just a projection. I figured it'd make it more fun to see another familiar face. Plus they’d all fit right in here~ But… nah, it's pretty damn hard for other Nightmares or Surrealists to contact each other across other dimensions. Not unless they know exactly how to get there. And frankly, I don't want them comin' here. they’d be trapped, just like us."

         "Yeah, makes sense.."

         "I can feel metal-head tryin' to contact me, though. It pops up in my mind every now and then, like a bad TV signal. But… I can't signal him back." He held up a hand to show what he meant: A very hazy, staticky image of Roscoe seemingly tapping at an invisible window, looking around. One pair of his eye rings was white; an indication of his growing worry.          "Kendoll is...doing the same thing." he sighed, and the image changed to a very worried-looking Kenni, calling out into the Astral plane before the image faded in a haze. Rags frowned. He looked very pained, seeing Kenni worrying like that. "We've got to get back."

         You nodded firmly.

         "There's something powerful lingerin' around here. First time I've been able to sense something this strong since getting here. Our man of the hour must be just around the corner. I'm gonna get a better look from the top of the coaster!"

         Not even a minute after Rags blipped out of sight again, you spotted a man looking in your direction, with sharp facial features, glowing teal eyes, a high-collared leather trenchcoat, light tan pants tucked into knee-high leather boots, and a large key ring at his waist.          The same man from the TV in the research lab.

         But, as soon as you made eye contact with him, he turned away, heading behind the nearest booth.          "Hey, wait-!!" You started speedwalking in his direction, but he totally vanished in a golden flash.

         It was much quieter without all your new clown buddies around. The fun dissipated, and the eeriness of the environment started creeping back in; you felt more strongly than ever now that you were being watched, thanks to that mystery man and the ominous warning that the Carnies gave you. Soon, though, that hauntingly beautiful, upbeat melody started to permeate the silence. You started following it for a couple minutes, dancing along to the tune. You couldn't tell if it was due to curiosity or hypnotic inclination again. Maybe both.

         The music grew louder and louder, seeming to come from an invisible source out in the open, nearby a spinning teacup ride.          It suddenly stopped.

         A burst of sparkling silver light flashed in the air just ahead of you, giving off shimmering symbols of spades, diamonds, hearts and clubs. A jester-like figure lunged forth from the light, charging right toward you with his arm thrusting outward. You only had a moment to glimpse at the figure's elaborate red-and-gold outfit and silver smiling mask before you realized what he had in his hand: A dagger.

         "WHOA–!" You leapt out of the way just in time. "HEY!!" Your talisman lit up and gave off warning sparks.          He quickly spun around and tried to take another stab at you, aiming at your ribcage.          "AGH-!!" You dodged again and instinctively punched his arm away. "Oh COME ON I thought we were done with the whole 'everything trying to kill me'?!"          The jester responded to your exasperation with a wild, amused laugh, not unlike Ragdoll's laugh. He held out his arm to the side, and in a red flash, the dagger transformed into a scythe.          Your eyes went wide. "H-heyy, buddy, let's just talk things out," you held your hands up.          But clearly, he wasn't interested in talking. With another unhinged little giggle, he raised his scythe to take a swing at you.

         Ragaeli appeared, catching the blade of the scythe with his bare hands. "HEY, watch where you're swingin' that thing!!" He snarled.

         The jester gave out a single barking laugh. "HA!! Like a moth to a flame~" He backflipped gracefully, hovering in the air.          "Finally decided to show yourself, did ya??" Rags smirked. "About time, I was about to start lighting fireworks inside all the tents if I couldn't track you down~"

         The jester just chuckled, putting his hand on his hip. "Look at you," he gestured up and down Rags' body with his scythe, "You fancy yourself a Ringleader, do you? Taking command of my circus??" He bubbled with giddy laughter. "What a card! A rebel! A mischief-monger! A threat to the Grand Order," His voice deepened in a double-layered snarl, and two bright red orbs lit up from under the eyeholes of his mask. "Not that I care about those stuffy gods or those silly rules! But if I don't subdue you, then he certainly will~! Now, STAND DOWN!" he snarled again, brandishing his scythe in Rags' direction.

         Ragdoll snorted. "Pff- Well someone's a little bipolar," He folded his arms. "Look, it's your problem if you really think me havin' a little fun while trying to figure out all those shitty puzzles is a threat to any– OOF–!" he was suddenly jabbed in the sternum by the hilt of the jester's scythe, then swiftly knocked back by the blade, sent crashing into one of the empty prize booths, his legs flopped over the edge of the counter.

         "Rags!!" You started to run over to him.          But he burst into laughter, rolling out from behind the booth. "Hehehe!! Damn, not bad~! Pretty violent for someone who wanted to throw us a party in Wacky Wonderland, don’tcha think?”

         The jester snickered impishly. “Oh please, that wasn’t for your sake! Mr. Shiro simply needed company~" He gripped both ends of his scythe handle; it lit up with silver light and split into two, transforming into smaller sickles, which he casually started to juggle. "And I decided to confine you, keep you miscreants in your little playpen, happy and stupid and blissfully unaware! Time-out until the grown-ups come by to deal the proper punishment,” his eyes flashed red and he caught the sickles, resting them on his shoulders. “And yet you still continue to defy even the most carefully-crafted of mental traps … How fascinating! How irritating!”          “Punish him for what!?” You decided to speak up, throwing your arms up. “He might be a pranking lunatic, but he’s just trying to get us both home!! He’s not going to be a threat unless you treat him like one!!”

         The jester giggled again. "Such a simpleton! Not a threat, you say? HA!! I can taste his greed from here; his power-lust, his egoism, the laughter-hunger that gnaws at him moment after moment and can only be satiated by driving weaker beings into hysteria!" He projected images of your past experiences into the air: Rags darting around the warehouse Level to tickle-attack and mind-zap the entities, sending his immense burst of red lightning through the poolrooms’ ocean, his announcement on the megaphone, the feral madness he devolved into upon getting fueled by the gauntlet of enemies that went after you in the Lab… and almost gave into just a little while ago in the Big Top.          The Nightmare didn't even try to deny the accusations, folding his arms with a smug smirk. "Yeahhh? And what of it? What's wrong with a little laughter~? This world could do with a little makeover from yours truly~ I could make every Level a total riot for everyone!! With juuust the right touch of fear to keep 'em on their toes." He narrowed his gaze, holding out his hands to the side, his aura becoming brighter. "Are you gonna be afraid? Or are you gonna laugh for me like the giggly little bitch you are? I guess we'll find out!!" He shot off a lightning-crack of magic, filling the air with a cacophony of laughter and runic hand symbols.         The jester barely flinched, instead letting out a giddy laugh. "Such confidence!! This is going to be fun~!" He brandished his sickles, which emanated a bright silver glow. And then held out a hand towards you, snapping his fingers.

         You were instantly warped into one of the nearby teacups. "AH–!"

         "You enjoy being entertained, don't you? Then sit back, enjoy the show! You'd be wise to stay out of my way~!" He gave a flick of his finger, and the teacups detached themselves from the ride to start floating in the air, a few yards away from the ‘arena’, just in time for the battle to begin.          The Jester started by hurling one of his sickles towards Rags in an attempt to distract him and re-appear behind him, swinging the other sickle at his throat. But the Nightmare swiftly dodged both attacks. The Jester caught his weapons and in a flash of light, they turned into a scepter tipped with magically-charged silver spheres at both ends. Twirling it like a baton, he made attempts to land a strike on Rags’ legs, arms and neck, which he avoided with high jumps and backflips.          You’d never actually seen Ragaeli fight before. It was impressive. He lived up to his nickname Ragdoll, effortlessly ducking and swaying his long gangly limbs and lumbering form in a Drunken-Fist series of movements, deflecting the Jester’s arms or outright blocking the blades with his forearms and trying to land his own magically-charged palm-strikes. He countered the Jester's superb agility with his own kung-fu jumps and duck-and-roll dodges. He deflected weapon strikes by lunging his hair tendrils out, shapeshifting into sickles and scimitars. All the while, his smug smile never left his face.          Of course, the Jester was equally as skilled. His ‘attacks’ appeared more as a choreographed dance, his lithe, well-practiced acrobatics a stark contrast from Rags’ shambling movements.          After a few more moments, the Jester jumped back to survey Rags up and down. “So it’s true, you can’t be injured! Not by blade nor gun, nor flesh-rending Hound; yet a single ray of sunshine can sear your skin right off, isn’t that so? Fortunately for you I've no bottled sunlight; I'll just have to make do~!" He clapped his hands together, letting off a dazzling flash of crystalline light.          “AGH-!” Rags hissed and shielded his eyes; it was the opportunity the Jester needed to swoop in and knock him clean up into the air with the hilt of his scythe. “WHOOF- Aw come on, that was cheap!!” He stayed floating in the air, flipping off his adversary and starting to go a bit more on the offensive now, attempting to snatch the Jester up in his tendrils or tail-hand. His red sparks kept getting very close to zapping their target, but every time, they were deflected by bursts of silver card-suit symbols.          “OH, shit–!” Rags suddenly stopped in place. “TIME OUT!! I can’t forget the deal I made~!” He snapped his fingers. “Let’s show Mr. Shiro a battle he’ll never forget!” he shouted. In the near distance, a portal window appeared, looking in on the silhouetted rubberhose man. You faintly saw the man perk up in interest, not phasing through but pressing himself flat against it as if spectating through the window, wide sharp smile lighting up under his hat.          “Ohhh?” The Jester’s head slowly turned to the window. “Someone wanted to watch me quarrel? Someone betted against me? After all the effort I made to give him his own plaything?” He tsk’ed and shook his head. “How sneaky~ Very well, then, you can watch me tame this feral beast… But don’t expect to get out of it without punishment~”         Shiro shrunk back. “Eeheehhehe, y-yes sir~” he scratched behind his head. The battle soon continued.

         In the meantime, it seemed the Jester’s control over your teacups was still in effect; When he pirouetted, the cup spun faster. When he was deflected, it jolted slightly. At one point it even tilted over to ‘pour’ you into another cup. “WhooaAAA-!” You gripped the edge tightly, trying to keep a firm footing while also keeping your eye on the battle.          Their conflict started to take them around other areas of the circus, ducking and weaving above and around game booths and thrill rides. You spotted your Carnie buddies who narrowly avoided being in the path of the Jester’s dazzling magic blasts, exclaiming and dropping down to the ground.          With a flick of his wrist, the deity flung Rags into the tower of a nearby High-striker game, picking up the mallet with one hand and swinging it down onto the target with enough force to cause the ground to shake below him. The weight caught under Rags’ huge feet and sent him shooting off like a rocket into the sky, letting out a comical howling cry. The sight sent you and the Jester into a laughing fit.          But, the Nightmare swiftly teleported back down, using his huge hands to shove against his opponent’s shoulders and beeline into another nearby game: Basketball hoops. He started trying to chuck the basketballs at the Jester in rapid succession; to which he speedily dodged, or knocked away.

         It wasn't long before they both took their fight up into the skies, your teacup following them upward. Soaring far above the circus tents and rides, they allowed themselves more leg room to teleport around. Ragaeli re-summoned his scepter, sending off blast after blast of his magic, using it to block every blow of his opponent’s scythe. The Jester laughed. “Not bad! Not bad at all~! I do wish you would stop holding back, I want to see the strength you’re so proud of!! Show me the power, the mania, the hysteria that has the very fabric of our world all in a tizzy!!”          Ragaei laughed right back. “Well someone’s eager to get their ass kicked~! Or rather, laugh their ass right off~” He snapped his fingers. A bright red Laughing hand rune manifested right on top of the Jester, giving off a ticklish burst before disappearing into a chorus of incorporeal laughter.          “YYIEEEEHAHAHAHA!!” The Jester screeched and flew backwards, clamping his hands over his midsection and kicking his legs in the air. Forced to let go of his scythe, it fell and disappeared in a flash.          A wicked grin lit up Rags’ face. “Ooohohoho, you are ticklish!! That’s bad news for you~” He hastily glided closer, holding out his palms on either side of the Jester, letting off more arcs of magic that jumped right into his armpits, flurrying down his sides and even trying to sneak into his neck frills.          His hysterical shrieks just spiked louder and higher in octave and he flailed back and forth, trying to smack the large red Nightmare’s hands away. “NNNYEE-HEEE-HEHEHEHEHE!!”          Before Rags could continue, a blast of silver light forced him to exclaim and recoil, shielding his eyes again. “Would you QUIT DOING that?!” he seethed, flicking his wrist to summon and don a pair of extravagant sunglasses that matched his flashy outfit, his glowing jack-o-lantern eyes visible from behind the tinted glass. “Try me now, bitch!!”          The jester sputtered back laughter. “Cheeky bastard~!” Holding up his hand, he summoned his double-tipped staff again. He twirled it like a baton, shooting off ray-beams of magic that Rags narrowly dodged or deflected with his trident-like tail.          Though your orbit around the two deities stayed fairly steady, you discovered that you could, to some extent, control the direction of your teacup by pushing forward on the edges. You used this to your advantage in order to duck flying sparks and shimmering card symbols. Not that you’d mind getting hit by Rags’ magic. But you didn’t know what the other one’s magic was capable of.

         “Are you the one keeping us here??” Rags eventually shouted over to his opponent. “Are YOU the one blocking everything from my senses?!”          Another giddy laugh. “Tis not I obstructing your path! I’m infinitely entertained by your shambling about!!” He did a few graceful loop-de-loops and aerial cartwheels to continue avoiding Rags’ grabby hands and stretchy hair. "Our world - the 'Backrooms,' ” he air-quoted, “as you plebeians call it - collectively felt your presence, and acted upon it! You're already intruding upon a universe that you don't belong to; Why would they show a gluttonous maniac the paths that could lead to unlocking the very fabric of our dimension??”          Rags snorted. “We told ya, that’s NOT what I’m here for!! Keep talkin’ like that, though, and you might just tempt me~!”

         “Ah, yes, you’re attached at the hip to THIS one,” the Jester scoffed and gestured over to you. “A fruitless quest to return the lost little lamb back to the pasture!!” he cackled. “What a waste of time!” He thrusted his hand out towards you; you were thrown from the teacup right towards a nearby carousel, and had to reach out to grab the pole of a seahorse, crash-landing into the saddle. It made a couple rotations before the animals totally detached from the base, soaring into the air, bouncing up and down as if still attached to the ride. “If one of us were to give answers freely,” the Jester continued, “Then there is no reason to guide them along!! Our dimension may be acting against you, but they’ve still made it this far! The Powers that Be have deemed them a worthy competitor!”          Ragman’s eyes seemed to light up at this tidbit, taking pause for a moment. “Wait– So if one of you tells someone where to go, they aren't gonna get targeted or erased??”          The Jester gave a nod. “Not by us, at least! What need is there for us to quell some rowdy little invasive species when Natural Selection will do the job for us~?”          Rags just seemed to light up all the more; a giddy expression on his face as if he’d been given the answer to a prize-winning trivia question. “Heheheh, thanks, I’ll keep that in mind~!”

         “Howeeverrr, this cheap little trick of yours might make them angry!” The Jester summoned his scepter again, jolting it upwards horizontally to reveal the red tether connecting you to him. His scepter then promptly changed into a scythe… And he effortlessly cut the tether in half, making it fade.          Rags gasped and snarled. “HEY!! Don’t be messing with that!!” He teleported to you and remade his tether to connect to your waist, before spinning around and sneering at the jester, gaze narrowed.          The deity just laughed in amusement. “I won’t, I won’t!! I’m merely saying to exercise caution~ A Wanderer connected to a wanted criminal is just as guilty in the eyes of the Order!”          The two of them continued trying to pull out new tricks to catch each other off-guard. Rags’ stretchy hair tendrils soon started lashing about like whips, shooting off lightning-bursts with every whip-crack. “Hehehe, it’s the Ringmaster’s job to tame the feral beasts, isn’t it~?”          The Jester laughed and summoned up a multitude of juggling balls, nonchalantly juggling them about while dodging the Nightmare’s hair-whips, starting to chuck them in Rags’ direction. “A Ringmaster and his clown lackeys entertain a tent full of commoners~! A Jester’s reach extends to the Royal Court and beyond!! Shaping the very ideals of society!!” With that, the balls started to explode in a flurry of silver fireworks, launching projectile card symbols right at the Nightmare. He tried to deflect them, but they phased through his arms and burst against his body. He yelped loudly; but clearly, they didn’t injure him, as he burst into giggles and recoiled from the feeling. “NNGHH-HEEHEE!!”          The confrontation began to shift more and more into an aerial performance. The Jester and the Nightmare soared around, letting off intense bursts of red and silver magic, like the burst of a sonic-boom created by fighter jets. They both showed off their flexibility and acrobatics, practically dancing with each other and complimenting each other’s movements. The less restraint they started to have with their magic, the more difficult it became for you to keep dodging the projectiles and shockwaves; at the very least, your seahorse was easier to steer than the teacup. You duck-and-weaved, trying to stay away from the ��battlefield’ but still trying to get close enough to take in the spectacle. Until, finally, your seahorse was zapped from below, catching you off-guard and making you shriek with laughter, the ticklish zap coursing through you and making you shudder. “NAAAHAHAHA SHIIIHIHIITT!!” You clung onto the pole for dear life, the seahorse nearly turning upside-down.          The Jester stopped momentarily to literally point and laugh, before brushing you off with a wave of his hand and turning his attention back to his target.          You narrowed your gaze. “Alright, asshole…” As cool as it was to witness two gods duking it out, you didn't want to just sit by and watch… especially not with a deity that seemed to view you as little more than a pest. You wanted to keep helping Ragman however you could; the least you could do was create a diversion. More than that, though... You wanted to be a bit of a brat.

       You flew your way toward the booth with the crossbow game, snatching up one of the crossbows loaded with large plunger darts. Was firing a projectile at an unhinged, insanely-strong god a terrible idea? Yes. Were you going to do it anyways? Absolutely.        Rags seemed to pick up on your scheming, flashing a smirk in your direction and doing his best to keep the Jester distracted. You waited for the right moment for the Jester to have his back turned to you before taking aim…          FOOMP. The plunger dart stuck to the back of his hat. Rags snorted and instantly doubled over cackling. The Jester slowly turned his head toward you…        Then beelined right up to you, stopping on a dime inches from your face, letting off a shockwave and a loud droning like a Sci-Fi ship leaving hyperspace.

         You shrieked and nearly fell backwards off of your seahorse, managing to grab the pole at the last moment.          The Jester slowly tilted his head to the side. "Gutsy one, aren't you~?"  He reached down to one of his pockets, presumably to pull out a weapon.          You swallowed hard. “C-C’mon, I’m just playing around, like you said I’m barely a threat to you…”          Rags hunched forward, prepared to charge forward and stop him from attacking…

         But instead of a sickle or scythe, a giant peacock feather started to emerge from the silver light. It kept going, like a magician pulling out a series of scarves, circling around your body like a huge serpent. Your eyes went wide and butterflies arose in your stomach. He snapped his fingers, and the feather wrapped itself around you, starting to slither and shake and flurry. You could feel the tickly strands right through your clothes; the feeling of thousands of tiny hands prodding and tickling at your belly, each side of your ribs and sides. You squealed and thrashed and once again nearly fell off the carousel horse. “AAHH-HEEHEHEHE!!”          With a flick of his wrist, the seahorse flew away from you, leaving you suspended in the air as if gravity didn’t exist. The feather continued exploring, brushing under your jawline, swiping up against your palms, even sneaking down into the lip of your shoes. “NNnnNO-HAHAHA!! P-Pleehehehease!!” You whined and laughed and blushed brightly, not expecting this turn in the deity’s attitude. He simply stood in the air and observed you, arms folded behind his back.          And Rags, just like he’d done back in other Levels, also sat back and watched, crossing one leg over the other like he was on a sofa, seeming to appreciate the pause in their confrontation.          Finally, the Jester giggled. “I can see now why this one amuses you so~ Ticklishness isn’t usually a weakness that Wanderers embrace so readily. You’re not even trying to get away!” He added his own hands to the mix, flurrying his fingertips up and down your sides skillfully. “Tickle-tickle, giggle-giggle!! Laughter is such a lovely melody~” He cooed. You could hear the smile in his voice, matching the appearance of his mask’s permanent grin. Good to see that the egotistical bastard had a soft side. Even if it was totally flustering you.          You saw Ragman leave your field of view, soon looming over you from behind. “I knowww, riiiight~?” He giggled slyly. You felt his fingertips press against the worst spots on your torso. Before you could protest, an intense jolt of ticklishness suddenly coursed through you and you practically screamed. “Earthlings can handle more than you think~ They ain’t weak, they’re resilient. Fun-loving, thrill-seeking, risk-taking!” He narrowed his gaze. “They could prolly handle more tickle-torment than you could, in any case~”           The Jester was barely fazed by the taunt, snickering and shaking his head. "Resilient, you say? Your little pet here has fallen prey to every single lure they've come across! The Manager of the grand hotel, the Siren of the pools, the suffocating mania of the playrooms… You gave in with hardly a fight!" He laughed and gave you a flick on the nose. "You're a shameless, greedy little thing, walking into the jaws of danger with open arms if only to satiate your desire for excitement and attention! If the Order hadn’t deemed you worthy enough to progress through Levels of your own merit, then this brute’s protection would be the only reason you’ve got any wits left about you!” He laughed in snide amusement.

         You were about to smile coyly and make a playful remark…But his last comment stung a bit. You frowned and looked away.          Rags scoffed back. “What, you’re trynna kinkshame now?” He stood in the air behind you, putting his hands on his hips to loom over the Jester. “I’ve got news for you, Jingle-Bitch, I’m letting them face danger head-on! Just ‘cause they get a thrill out of it doesn’t mean they’re irresponsible or dumb!” He tried lashing out at the Jester with his grabby hair tendrils.           The deity quickly backflipped away, summoning up a golden lyre. "Well then, if you're so insistent on giving in to your base impulses, then do me the honors of letting me play for you both~ You clearly don't have the self-discipline needed to deny me~!"          “Stop looking down on me,” you growled, glowering up at him.

         The moment he began to play, the beautiful melody started to wash over you. It calmed your senses, relaxed your body. And soon, he chimed in with an astoundingly pleasant, operatic singing voice.

🎶“Awake ocean born

Behold this force Bring the outside in Explore the self to epiphany..”🎶 …Nightwish? How did he know Nightwish?? 

🎶“The very core of life Is soaring higher of truth and light!”🎶

         He pirouetted up higher into the air, giving off his dazzling bursts of spades, hearts, diamonds and clubs, silver light emanating from his lyre, forming into musical scales that snaked their way through the skies, the notes jumping right off of the lines.

🎶 “The music of this awe,

Deep silence between the notes,

Deafens me with endless love…

This vagrant island Earth,

A pilgrim shining bright,

We are shuddering

Before the beautiful

Before the plentiful

We're the voyagers!” 🎶

          The skill, the power behind the deity’s voice and stringed instrument, caused tears to well up in your eyes. Did… Did he know about Earth? Was this a proclamation of how he actually felt about you seemingly lowly Wanderers? Was he just using this song against you to try and win your favor? It was becoming more and more difficult to try and make sense of anything…          Even Ragaeli seemed affected. He’d tried covering his ears, whacking at any of the card suits or musical notes with his hair tendrils or sending sparks of magic after them, his hair visibly fluffing up. “NNNghhhh… Fuckin hell… givin’ Featherbutt a run for his money with those snake-charmer pipes…” He tried to rocket himself over to the Jester, quickly being repelled by the silver musical scales which acted as a shield. “It’s NOT gonna work!!” he shouted to the deity, who simply continued dancing about in the air as he played and sang. “They have no problem fighting it off when they actually TRY to!!”

         You almost didn’t hear the Nightmare’s encouragement. The melody filled the skies, filled your ears and your mind, swirling around in crystal spirals and fractals.

🎶 “Tales from the seas Cathedral of greed,”

The very core of life Is soaring higher of truth and light..!”🎶

          The Jester created a projection of Earth, emanating with imagery of famous artists, musicians, scientists, as well as scenes of nature, extravagant cities, your favorite fictional media. 🎶 “The music of this awe,

Deep silence between the notes,

Deafens me with endless love…

This vagrant island Earth,

A pilgrim shining bright,

We are shuddering

Before the beautiful

Before the plentiful

We're the voyagers!” 🎶

         You even found yourself humming and dancing along, in spite of the part of your mind telling you to resist. But…Maybe this wasn’t so bad. The Jester didn’t seem so bad either. Maybe he was only making playful jabs at you, and would continue duking it out with Rags afterwards… 

         …No.

         You couldn't let yourself give in again. Not this time. You couldn't just put the responsibility on your Nightmare friend to save you again.

         You fought it, with everything you had. It felt like trying to force yourself awake from a deep sleep; trying to free your body from a strong state of sleep paralysis. You thought of other music to try and drown out the heavenly melody. Favorite rock songs, rave and EDM, stupid internet songs that were made to be distracting and annoying. You recalled other memories with friends, family, loved ones, pets and animals… Anything. Ironically, the mention of Earth in the Jester's song was enough to allow you to reminisce and distract yourself mentally.          And you had to remember why you were fighting now.

         A loud, defiant scream tore from your lungs; with a few more twists of your body you were able to free your arms from the magic bonds and cover your ears. "SHUT UUUPP!!"

         The aura around the lyre suddenly crackled and burst, giving off the sound of shattering glass. The Jester recoiled and stopped playing, frozen on the spot.  All the imagery he'd conjured quickly faded away. "You… Broke free… I’ll be damned."

         Rags chuckled. "Told ya they could do it~" He sighed in relief, his own aura glowing brighter again as the enchanting song stopped suppressing him.

         You panted for breath. "Listen… Just because I gave in those other times doesn't mean I'm weak. If someone's in a shitty situation, they're still allowed to find ways to enjoy themselves. And I know Ragamuffin is here to look after me, so I'm not going to just, let myself stay afraid!" You took a deep breath to try and keep yourself calm. “...If it were any other time, any other place, I… wouldn't mind you trying to charm me or use your magic on me…" You blushed at your confession, clearing your throat. "But we NEED to get out of here!" You glared and forced yourself to glide forward with the use of his magic. "So either you help us, or both of us are going to MAKE you talk!!" Your heart hammered in your chest. It was nerve-racking, challenging another god face-to-face. Exciting, in a way, as he had a similar manner of mischief as the Nightmare. But you knew you had to stand your ground.

         The Jester remained still, tilting his head over to the side, placing a hand to his chin. "How fascinating…" He commented quietly. Then, that sly giggle bubbled up again. "Very well, very well then! IF your garish guardian here can best me, then maybe I'll humor your request. After all, my quarrel is with him, not with you! I merely wished to see for myself that adorable face of helplessness and bliss that all the others got to witness~"

         With that, he snapped his fingers. You plummeted straight down, exclaiming sharply, being plopped down into a roller-coaster cart.          Which, much to your excitement and dread, started to climb its way up a steep, long incline. The two deities soon resumed their half-battle, half-circus-performance in the sky above you. You were forced to tear your gaze away once you’d reached the top of the incline, your stomach doing somersalts at the sight of the steep drop below. The Jester appeared behind you. “Bombs away~” He gave the cart a shove with his foot, sending you plummeting downward. An involuntary scream left your lungs, feeling as if you would fly right off of the seat.

         After the initial drop, the coaster careened and weaved around, releasing more shrieks and yelps of your excitement and adrenaline. The spectacle of the two exchanging blows above you made the coaster ride all the more exhilarating. The Jester’s shimmering bursts, and the Nightmare’s red lightning-cracks, grew more and more intense, practically filling the sky. All the while, both of them just kept laughing away like lunatics, clearly having an absolute blast.           "What fun! What entertainment!!” The Jester’s voice boomed out, as if projecting through a megaphone. “What if we could keep this up forever?!"          Rags projected his voice as well. "Sounds fun! Too bad I ain't got the time for that!" he whipped out a lasso of red magic, catching and tightening around the Jester’s waist before sending a ticklish pulse through him. He shrieked and kicked his legs again, swiftly poofing himself away, higher up above the Nightmare.          "W-Wehehell what if you did?? What if I told you there is a way to keep yourself from fading away, and have the power to traverse the infinite realms without limitations??"          "I'd say that's a load of bull!” Rags barked back.

         The deity shook his head fast. "No no, it's true!! You’re already like me, after all! Traveling through realities, toying with whoever you please! You need only to break out of your prison here and resume your games! Our world may be trying to hide answers from you, but I know how to reach the Crown, the Greatest Treasure, the Hallowed Gate… ALL of it!" He conjured up imagery that filled the sky: Beautiful images of a heavenly throne room, a monumental obsidian gate, glorious shimmering treasures. "You could rule this world, and conquer your own!!"          The images soon shifted to a vision of Ragaeli. It depicted him in a disheveled, mismatched outfit of royal robes, jester motifs, and tattered, spiked Goth-Punk accessories, and a shimmering, stained-glass crown on his head. He was constantly giving off pulses and arcs of his crackling magic like a Tesla coil, combined with small runic symbols of the Laughing Hand. He was laughing uncontrollably, holding a distorted, glitching globe in one hand - the same globe he had shown you when you first arrived in the Backrooms - and a smokey, miasmic globe that represented the Nightmare Realm in his other hand.

         For a moment, you could see that the Nightmare actually considered the offer, pausing on the spot, his eyes lighting up in glee at the image of him portrayed as a Mad God. "A way to pass through both worlds, huh...?" He scratched his chin. "Heh, sounds fun... IF it's actually true," he narrowed his gaze. "What's the catch?"          "Catch? No catch!!” The Jester gave a comedic shrug. “I'll say, though, you'd make a fine catch!! The Order would LOVE to have a pawn such as you!!"         "Aaand there it is," Rags pointed. "I'm not interested in bein' anyone’s pawn! There's no such thing as controlled chaos!! And if that vision of yours comes true, you'd know damn well they wouldn't be able to have a hold on me. With that kind of power, I'll flatten every single one of them!!" he sneered wickedly.

         The Jester quickly phased over to the Nightmare's side. "That's what I'm saying,” he whispered - still projecting his voice loud enough for you to hear. "Win their favor, get close, wreak all the havoc you want," he giggled deviously. "Don't tell 'em I told you that, though~!"          "Ooooh, I like the way you think~" Rags giggled and backflipped away. " Don’t ‘spose this Ultimate Power can help me get my buddy home and back whenever we want?”          The deity shrugged. "You certainly could! Whether or not your little Wanderer would be incinerated by the Order for fraternizing with a threat to the multiverse isn't for me to say~!"

         Rags rolled his eyes to the heavens. “Well then OBVIOUSLY I’m not gonna risk it!!” He flung a beach-ball sized energy ball up at the vision in the sky, striking it and making it evaporate.          The jester laughed incredulously. "Really?? You're giving up an offer like that, all because of ONE little mortal??"

         “What did I TELL you??” Rags huffed, using his tail-hand to shove his opponent back. “This ‘little mortal’ is WORTH fighting for!! And I don’t need this Ultimate Power of yours to make you Order-of-the-Frauds KNEEL to me!!” He cackled wickedly, body crackling with arcs of magic before growing to his full height. He tossed his tacky sunglasses aside, then whipped out a thick cord of his magic, which split off at the ends to lasso itself around the Jester's waist, ankles and wrists. With a harsh tug downward, he forced the deity into a kneeling position in mid-air.

         "AGH–!" The deity exclaimed. Glowing red orbs lit up under his mask again, and he willed his arm to move and grab the magic thread around one of his wrists, sending an intense burst of shimmering light through it and causing it to disintegrate. He staggered back up to his feet. After re-orienting himself, he threw his head back and laughed. "Very well, very well~ I'll let you continue to think you have half of a chance of escaping your fate! I hope your last moments are spent lamenting in regret!!" he snarled in a demonic tone again. He summoned up a multitude of juggling balls again; this time, though, they all transformed into sickles mid-juggle. He also summoned up a very long whip, cracking it in the air as a warning.          You had made a full rotation around the roller-coaster by now. Coming in for the landing, you saw that another empty coaster cart was parked in front of yours.          “I’ll take that~!” Giant Rags suddenly landed on it from above. He ruffled your hair playfully before giving both carts a smack, sending both of you rocketing up the incline.          When you dropped down again, the huge Nightmare stayed standing on his cart, riding it down the track like a surfboard. The Jester hovered and teleported around him in unpredictable patterns, sending sickle after sickle shooting towards him, cracking his whip near Rags’ face to try and distract him. Rags’ hair went wild, snatching at the deity like snapping vipers, while he ducked and contorted his flexible body to dodge attacks and stay balanced. He would jump clean over any loop-de-loops before landing back on the cart like a pro skater.          “How unwise of you to make yourself such a huge target~!” The jester called out. “I wonder how loudly that laughter of yours can really get??” The sickles transformed again, stretching out into similar peacock feathers as the one he’d conjured before. They started to dive after the Nightmare’s striped arms, shins, belly, wrapping up the length of his torso under his armpits.          Rags exclaimed and tried to tug them off of him, but their tickly effect took hold right away. The huge deity shrieked and burst into hearty hysterics, his hair and tail thrashing about involuntarily. “YIEEEEE-HEEHEEE-HAHAHAHAH!!” He nearly lost his balance, but regained his footing each time; until, of course, the feathers targeted his colossal feet. They slithered between his toes and snuck underneath to stroke the balls of his feet. His manic laughter pierced the air even more and he promptly fell right off, plummeting to the ground far below with an earth-rumbling THUD.          The jester didn’t relent. He poofed down to his target, starting to teleport all around him to tickle at his ears, neck, sides, knees and feet, amplifying his bright aura again in an attempt to make his tickles more effective. The Nightmare was soon a crumpled, writhing heap of laughter, sending more rumbling tremors through the ground by pounding his fists, feet and tail-hand.          You eventually made another rotation and hopped off of the coaster cart - staggering on your feet a bit - before jogging over to him, smiling cheekily at the sight. And blushing a bit. You imagined this was exactly what it was like for him to be swept up in Kenni’s feathery grasp.          “YEEE-HEEHEEE-HAAHAAAHAHHAHA!!” Ragaeli howled and squirmed, face alight with giddy excitement.          “What was that about ‘not handling tickle torment??’” The Jester giggled. “You barely even tried to keep yourself composed~! It’s true, then, you enjoy this attention just as much as your shameless little pet!! How adorable!!”          The Nightmare was fully willing to take the ‘punishment’, not even protesting or denying the accusations. Up until he was called adorable. An annoyed growl interrupted his laughter and he let out an intense red shockwave, catching the Jester unawares. The magic hit you as well, instantly making you crumple from a full-body tickle-storm. “RAAAHAHAHAHGS YOU FUCKIHIHIING…!” You trailed off, catching your breath when the shockwave wore off.          The Jester, on the other hand, didn’t bounce back as quickly. The intense blast caused him to collapse right on top of Rags’ torso, going ballistic with laughter, his body practically glitching in and out of view. “GYYYEEAAAHH-HAHAHAHAHA!!” He curled up, tried to hide his face and flailed on top of the larger entity. For the first time during the entire fight, he was rendered utterly helpless.          And Ragman absolutely relished in it. He glared down at his target with a wide, evil smile. He propped himself up with one arm, using the other hand to shock the disoriented jester with another ticklish pulse.          And another. And another.          The ‘poor’ deity was beside himself with desperate, incomprehensible laughter, kicking and rolling and going back and forth between clutching his sides and tugging at the points of his hat. The feathers wrapped around the Nightmare fell limp.          Rags let out a menacing chuckle. “What was that about accepting my challenge? You sure you don’t wanna change your mind~? I dunno though, you look pretty adorable like this~”          The Jester struggled with every fiber of his being to counter the onslaught. He shakily lifted his hand up. The next time Rags prepared a ticklish burst, something happened. Instead of being deflected, the magic stopped. Hovering in the air encircling the Jester as if it had been frozen. He thrusted his hand down upon the Nightmare’s body; the energy redirected itself into his belly.          “WHAAGH-HAHAHAHA!!” Ragaeli bucked and let out startled laughter. Panting for breath, the Jester continued to attempt this method, teleporting over to his hair tendrils’ glowing red tips. He held out his shaking hands, which started to draw out Ragaeli’s stored magic. Just as the tendrils attempted to smack him away, he once again used the Nightmare's own magic against him, redirecting it as a projectile into his side.          “NAAAA-HAHAHAHA THAHAHAT’S NOHOHO FAAHAHAIRR!!” Rags howled out, crumpling on the ground again. He snarled and ‘flicked’ his finger in the jester’s direction, which sent a magic burst through him and sent him flying back again.          The two of them had soon abandoned their prior fight, turning it into the tickle-fight of the century. Both deities, still evenly-matched, trying to get the upper-hand on each other. Tendrils wrapped around the Jester to slither their red tips over his torso and down to his feet, causing him to scream and tug and laugh wildly before teleporting away. The Jester’s magic-redirection sending two huge bursts of Rags’ magic into his behemoth soles, clapping his hands in delight at the hysterics that met his ears.          And all you could do was watch, heading to a nearby concession stand to sit on the stool and munch on another bagel. You were enthralled by the sight, cheering on Rags every time he counter-’attacked’, yelling at the Jester to GET FUCKED.          Finally, both of them grew exhausted, tapping out. Rags shrunk back down to his regular height, laying in a heap right next to the Jester with a dopey smile on his face and his tongue hanging out, both of them gasping for breath. Visible puffs of air emerged from the mouth of the Jester's mask.          “Ahh…H-haahh… How exhilarating…!” the Jester let out giddy, drunken giggles, covering his face with his forearm. You wondered, if he didn’t have a mask, whether he’d be blushing by now. “I still feel like… We could keep up this delightful game for ages to come… But if you’re… hhahh… so insistent on guiding this one in the right direction,” he gestured to you, “Then… I concede.” He staggered to his feet, giving a theatrical bow. “I’ll simply have to tell the others that I just couldn’t best you, try as I might!”          “H-Heheh…That’s what I thought~” Rags also slowly raised to his feet, slouching forward. He made his top hat re-appear just for the sake of putting it on and tilting it to the Jester, before it vanished again. “That was a total blast! Maybe if I bump into you again out in the multiverse, we can really see who can last the longest~”          The Jester chuckled. “Indeed, indeed… You’d better not forget about me this time~!”          Rags blinked. “...Wait wha–”          “And YOU!!” He spun around to face you. “The spark that shines bright in the dark! The little rebel that can somehow keep a god of chaos on a leash,” he casually plucked the air between both of you, revealing the tether momentarily, “You’re really quite impressive. Intuitive. Stubborn. Keep proving that to the Order; keep pushing their buttons! It’s about time someone riled up all these lazy sleeping lions~” He giggled, spinning on his ankles again and throwing a portal in front of him. It looked out to a building in the near distance: A hotel covered in soft blue and pink neon lights, and a sign with a sunset over the entrance.          “Rest yourselves here; regroup, re-assess your next plan. I’ve a feeling you’re reaching your journey’s end.” He bowed in an ‘after-you’ gesture.          “You think so, huh?” Rags gave the jester a grin, gently starting to push you toward the portal. “Heh, that’s the best news we’ve gotten all day. Night. Whatever!”          You peeked back at the Jester, offering a soft, genuine smile. “Thank you for helping us.”                          The deity shook his head. “No need to thank me. You may very well see me in your dreams one of these days~ I'll eagerly take you up on your request and play my songs to you all night long! I’m curious if I can make you beg for my mercy the way he can~” He wiggled his fingers at you playfully, then disappeared, the echoes of his devious, unhinged giggle starting to fade.

         Nearing the end of your journey? It's about damn time. You felt a new spark of hope, now that one of the deities of the Grand Order had been willing to cooperate. Part of you wanted to hold onto hope that others would also offer you help. But even if they wouldn't, you knew now you had the strength to take a stand against them.          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Footnotes:

Carnies: http://backrooms-wiki.wikidot.com/entity-183 , https://sta.sh/0spj7o8s969

The Court Jester: https://backrooms.fandom.com/wiki/Jester , https://sta.sh/02f0r3t6q9mi

...Every time I think I can’t make a chapter longer than the last, I prove myself wrong, lmao But hey, this is The clownfucker chapter, I just had to go all out 👍 I briefly glimpsed a creepy carnival Level when browsing the Wikis - and tbh, even if I hadn’t, I still wanted to include one. Finding a literal clown entity just sealed the deal for me.

I wanted Rags to get into at least one intense battle with an antagonist before the penultimate chapter/ Final Boss. And what better opponent than one that is very much like himself? The Court Jester was such a fun character to write!

Also I had to include cameos of my own clown OCs. One is, of course, my robo-clown Roscoe.

But the other two are new OCs that I have yet to properly introduce to y’all. Willie and Nillie, the clowns from the Surreal realm that are a representation of all the childlike thrills that people get from amusement parks!

All Hallows - County Drakul

At last we come to All Hallows's final themed area (for now). County Drakul is actually the largest part of the park by area, much of it to accommodate the massive Gothic castle and associated ride at the back. The bulk of the space takes the form of an Old European village in a non-specific time period, with design elements spanning from the Middle Ages all the way up through the Victorian era. The streets are cobbled, the buildings mostly half-timber construction, and once off the main walkway the area seems to consist entirely of narrow, winding dead-end alleys. Sharp-eyed guests may notice strings of garlic hanging in the upper-story windows, holy symbols scratched on the shutters, and other evidences that the townsfolk have something to fear at night.

Besides the castle, prominent locations in County Drakul include a small rundown cathedral, a pub, and the town square with its ornate fountain featuring statuary of angels and demons. The area music loop consists of spooky classical pieces, orchestral music from appropriately Gothic horror film scores, and similar.

Characters

The people of County Drakul are suspicious of outsiders and fearful of the creatures of the night—don't expect to get to know any of them. The only named character of significance is of course The Count himself, who appears in portraits and on posters around the town, and on the Castle Drakul ride in animatronic form, but not as a walkaround character. However, you may encounter some of his courtiers at night. It is unwise to approach them for photos without plenty of witnesses around (and they might not show up in the photos anyway).

Attractions

The Grim Procession: A nightly performance in which black-robed people (monks? specters?) holding candles emerge from the cathedral, slowly march around the town square, take up positions around the fountain, and begin a low chant. They are answered by eerie wails from white-shrouded figures that emerge on the rooftops around the square. The spooky counterpoint continues for a few minutes until the apparent ghosts sink back out of sight, at which point the robed figures march around the square once more and then return to the cathedral. Direct explanations for what just happened are not forthcoming.

2. Danse Macabre: The cathedral is the theatre for this grim but lively show, in which the interior crypts open up and the bones of the dead emerge to dance to the strains of the chapel organ. As the show progresses, the images of the saints—stone statues and stained-glass windows alike—also join in the romp.

3. Into the Catacombs: At the far side of the graveyard attached to the cathedral is a massive mausoleum housing County Drakul's maze attraction: a dismal house of the dead featuring skull-lined passageways, dripping water, shuddering sarcophagi, and other such gruesome sights and sounds.

4. Castle Drakul: The most elaborate ride in the entire park, bar none. It begins as a slow trackless dark ride through the corridors of the castle, but at the halfway point (in the grand ballroom) transitions into a mag-launched roller coaster as guests escape a horde of vampires after inadvertently interrupting their masquerade ball!

5. The Laboratory: A long-form dark ride celebrating the Gothic tradition of mad science. Bubbling beakers, crackling Tesla coils and strange creatures in chains are just some of the things you can expect to see as the ride builds toward its lighting-infused climax!

Shops and Eateries

6. The Wolf's Head: A pub-style restaurant facing onto the town square—low lighting, wood furnishings, and hearty food that doesn't skimp on the garlic.

7. Tomes of Mystery: A hole-in-the-wall bookshop focusing on classic Gothic lit in hardcover, including rare editions. Leather-bound blank journals are also available.

8. La Masquerade: County Drakul's costume shop features archetypes from Gothic literature (and its many film adaptations), elegant period costumes, and religious imagery. Specific examples include: angel, demon/devil, French court, gargoyle, ghost, Grim Reaper, mad scientist, nun, priest, skeleton, steampunk, vampire and Victorian. Individual costume pieces such as masquerade masks, velvet capes, and Goth jewelry are also part of the stock.

9. The Lord's Feast: Situated in a wing of the castle (but not sharing space with any part of the ride), this full table-service restaurant offers a menu of sumptuous food fit for nobility. Reservations for large-group catering can be made in advance.

Other

County Drakul has walkways connecting with both Goblin Woods and Ghoul City.

[Other fun scenarios I thought of for Mortal!End include: The End going to a diner and asking to “consume the collected remnants of the unborn.” In other words, they want an omelette.

Them tripping and scraping their knee and actually crying on the floor because this is the first time they’ve felt physical pain.

Them going to an amusement park because it’s the highest concentration of chaos they can find. They ride a roller coaster and are terrified that their fragile mortal body will be flung from it and they will perish. Thankfully, they survive. They find themself going on the rides again and again. Totally not because they’re having fun.

They meet Tangle the Lemur and proceed to absolutely despise her. They thought SONIC was annoying. How dare this lemur enjoy life and spread happiness and chaos where she goes.

The End is surprised to find that mortals don’t consume food with death lasers. They just put it into their mouth-holes.

They meet Metal Sonic and are intrigued by him. Is he truly “alive?” Can he be considered a living thing if his existence is spent trying to copy another? At least he’s far more orderly and emotionless than his counterpart. They dress as the Grim Reaper for Halloween.

They would either hate Shadow or weirdly get along with him. There is no in-between.

They find that they enjoy laying on peaceful, grassy fields. It’s very calm. Perhaps existence has some order to it after all. Looking at the night sky is nice, too.

Eventually, maybe they find people they care about. Maybe they learn to enjoy life as much as the other mortals. They learn that the chaos is just another part of order. Or maybe they shouldn’t. How would they feel when they realize they snuffed out countless precious lives? Countless beautiful worlds? Maybe it’s a mercy that they stay ignorant. Could they live with the guilt? Maybe they lost their chance to be a part of existence long ago.

Anyway I think it would be neat if they were a purple crow with red eyes]

[Hi!! Sorry for sitting on this ask for so long—I wasn't sure how to clean up all these answers into something presentable, so you know what? Here they are, as is!

[Omelette] The diner goes silent, but the cook understands Them immediately ldnfndhddg

[Pain] *GTA Wasted sound effect* fjkdkd and They think we're the weak ones

[Rollercoaster] Oughhg that's cute and so fitting with the angle I write Them from—They think They know everything about mortal life, but there's some things you can't understand or judge without trying them yourself!

[Tangle] "You fling yourself into mortal peril with nothing but your rubber-band tail. For fun. What is wrong with you" gfhjk

[Eating] Oh They find the whole digestive process disgusting and convoluted, and for what? To convert energy into something your cells can sustain themselves with? What a pitiful existence to deal with

[Metal Sonic] My End considers Sage alive, so I'd say the same goes for Metal. And oh yeah, They would've much preferred having Metal as "the key" lol

[Halloween] They run into Metal wearing the same costume and they fight brutally to determine who has to change kdhfgbd

[Shadow] Tbh, I'm not sure how I'd answer if someone send an ask as Shadow. Out of all the main cast, he's probably the one who's dealt with death the most, and I'm scared of cheapening that. But if they met in-person, I think The End would try to ask him why he endures the crappy hand life's dealt him... only for Shadow to start kicking, cus he knows an evil god in Mobian form when he sees one (even if he can't remember why)

[Fields] Oh that's a wonderful image... Them starting to appreciate Earth's version of quiet, even if They'd still prefer absolute quiet. There's bugs chirping, the grass itches, and there's pesky bright dots breaking up the darkness... but maybe it's nice in its own way.

[Guilt] Man. No notes.

[Crow] Aaaa a crow would really fit them! Minor spoilers for the eventual art, but unfortunately I've already chosen a mammal for Their mortal form. God I hope it's worth the wait fdghj

Thanks for all this, and for your massive patience!!]

-- Mod Nothing

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I beg of you for the hurtiest most comfortiest hurt/comfort stranger things headcanons you can spawn from your genius brain PLEASE (your writing gives me life thank you so much)

OMG OK I GOT YOU!! so i’m just gonna splurge my brain here and it might be a little chaotic but that’s just how my thoughts are working rn. gonna focus mainly on our byler boys in pain and comforting each other but lmk if there’s anyone else you want to see focused on

so i think that the party definitely loves going to theme parks

and mike will go on rides with everyone else but no one knows that he actually HATES roller coasters

well, no one except will

so mike is going around with them all day going on roller coasters and shit and trying his best to hide all of his anxiety and no one really sees how off he’s acting but will’s radar is very much intact

on the way home mike is being super quiet because he’s trying to calm down from a super anxiety-inducing day and he doesn’t want anyone to know

(they are in lucas’s minivan btw, lucas and max are up front, dustin and max in the middle, and will and mike in the back)

will knows just how to calm mike down without being super obvious, though

he reaches over and grabs mike’s hand and squeezes it a certain number of times (each number of times means different things: 1 for yes, 2 for no, 3 for i love you, 3 and a thumb tap for are you okay?, etc.)

and mike responds with squeezes, and gives will a small smile because will always knows how to ground him back to reality

and when they go home they both hang out at mike’s house and will just holds his boy and they sit in a comfortable silence and watch one of mike’s comfort movies

and will gives him forehead kisses and just <3333333

perfect way to make mike feel better

another headcanon!! will getting his wisdom teeth out!

so will gets his appointment to get his wisdom teeth out when he’s about 16

and will hasn’t come out to his family or the majority of his friends yet, he’s only come out to mike at this point (who also came out to him and then they started secretly dating and yadda yadda yadda you know the bit)

but anyway. will gets this appointment scheduled and he’s super quiet the whole way home but the second he gets in his house he goes straight to his room and just. breaks down

he’s not scared for the surgery but he does have that fear that he’s going to come out while under the anesthesia 

well mike comes over for dinner that night and joyce tells him that will is in his room and he walks in to see will just sobbing into his pillow

so mike quickly goes over to his side and holds him from behind (because will doesn’t like people looking at him while he’s crying)

and after a few minutes will calms down a bit and slowly tells mike what’s bothering him

which. mike completely understands the fear

so mike rubs will’s hand and tells him that, although it’s a scary thought, you’re more in control of your words than you think, you just don’t remember it much

and mike ends up messaging joyce and offering to take will home after the surgery and take care of him so she doesn’t have to miss a day of work, which joyce graciously accepts and tells him to call her if the two need anything

and hearing this news INSTANTLY puts will at ease

flash forward to the surgery

without the anxiety, will is just about the flirtiest loopy person ever on anesthesia 

mike has to make will sit in the back seat because will kept trying to lean over and kiss him while he was in the passenger seat

but mike and will cuddle after the surgery and everything is ok <3

and let me just throw in a brief max cameo bc i am OBSESSED with this idea

i am a huge believer that mike (despite his scrawniness) can and will physically fight anyone who dares to mess with his friends. however, in steve season one fashion, he tends to lose these fights. one day, mike is in the lunchroom and one of the basketball idiots starts bullying eddie and calling him slurs. well, one thing leads to another, and mike ends up with a black eye.

this might be hard to believe, but MAX COMFORTS HIM!! those two get on each other’s nerves a lot, but max is actually the best listener and comforter in the world. after the fight, mike is really quiet and closed off and kind of pissed at the world and just shuts himself in his room. no one’s quite sure of the best way to help him, so max heads into his room and just kinda sits on the floor. mike is on his bed and barely looks over before asking what she was doing and she just said “sitting”. and the two of them go into a comfy silence and after a few minutes mike starts talking about the fight and how upset and embarrassed he feels and max just quietly listens, which is just what mike needs. bonus: after a little while, mike sits up and pats the bed for max to come over and sit, so she does. and she brought a little makeup case into his room and fixes up his black eyes and gives him some cute eyeliner at the same time <3 mike is very thankful for her

thank you for the ask!! i'm so glad you enjoy my writing omg, i really hope this is what you were looking for! keep the asks coming!! i love answering these :)

Jawbreaker always screws me up, Like the whole of ride the cyclone is a roller coaster of emotions, but jawbreaker in particular, because you don’t think about those things. Who knows maybe that song make the boys think about themselves and others in more personal way?  Like the way the kids react to them going on stage, especially those who have been there before. Y/n begrudging indulgence of their silliness. They know they aren’t human… but that doesn’t mean they don’t live any less.

God, I just listened to it/sugar cloud again and it fucks me up fgjklfgkljdf im a sucker (hah) for voices that break with emotion during a song

It's funny, 'cause I definitely relate to Constance the most out of all the kids - I mean, there's the obvious but also the love and happiness for the little joys and thrills in life

Anyway-- Yeah! I think they'd slowly realize their... Being alive, and their individuality. They're not just input script -> ouput acting, they actually do have those feelings for themselves and also likes and dislikes. And sure they're technically stuck in fazbear's without real acess to the outside world (but everything good that ever happened to them happened at Fazbear's!), but they get variety in what they get to do, they get to see new (and recurring!) people every day - unique experiences! ough

@ronmanmob  {{xx}}

Having bipolar disorder for Beth is a lot like being forced to ride a roller-coaster that she never wanted to be on in the first place. Bouts of hypomania or mania is often a slow uphill climb, gradual increases in her confidence and well being. She hardly notices the shift. How bright her eyes become with their fevered glow, how pleasant and agreeable ~and some would say, easily led~ she tends to be, fascinated by everything and craving to ruin the experiences before her.  In those moments, she almost doesn't think she needs anything else but her current obsession. It takes a week or so for her mood to stabilise with the help of her medication, which she might liken to the top of the crest. She never really knows how long she'll have that steady view, but she does try to hold onto it for as long as she can. It's the next part that she absolutely loathes to the core of her being. The inevitable fall. It comes screaming fast. Mach Jesus as Jay or Andy would call it though she isn't the type to really blaspheme, the downward slide. Instead of the butterflies in her brain that flit from thought to thought, she's reminded of everything she's done wrong or is incapable of doing. Simple things that are easy even for children. How truly insignificant she is in the universe, how much better it would be if her brother had lived and she hadn't ever existed. Too much noise in her head, too heavy a heart to carry. All she can do is crawl into the deepest and warmest place she can find and try to sleep. If she's lucky, and that's rarer than hen's teeth, she can do so without dreams. There's nothing anyone can do. And there's some small part of her that reminds her to keep her distance as she changes her scheduled perscription. She doesn't want him to see her sick to her stomach, emptying its contents into a bucket. She doesn't want him to see her shivering and sweating in turns while everything aches. This isn't the Beth she wants him to ever really know. This isn't the Beth she wants to be. Guilt, her most constant and dutiful companion. She knows it had been bad. That she'd gone up and up and up and Ron had been left to watch from the ground ~the actual reality of their lives together~ and hold down the fort. She hopes he had no dismay, that he doesn't hold any harsh epiphanies; she hadn't been herself. And while Ron had been an absolute treasure, encouraging her to get some rest, she could only lay in the bed with Topper her companion but the tossing and turning was uncomfortable for both girl and dog. She comes creeping out of the bedroom on near silent feet. Her pale gold shadow following with a quiet tick-tack behind her. She settles under one heavy arm ~Ron can hold her down, keep her from floating away into the stars~ and greets him, or so she thinks. It may not have even been words. Sometimes just the bones of them, a softer and silkier version of his own subtle vocalisations she doesn't know for sure he realises escape him. He breathes for them both. She can hear that sound from deep in his chest, the source of it, like a hotspring burbling up to send warmth through her. To lull her with that non sound, his gravel and his care. Like the lullaby goes it makes her feel like she's being rocked in the secure hammock of his voice and her lashes flutter glacial in the slowness until they don't. She doesn't know how long she slept. Whether it was hours or days or centuries. When she stirs though, she can see the light from the window is slanted in a different way than when she dozed off. The settee was exchanged once more for the bed, and though the disorientation of that could have been a nightmare in and of itself, when she turns her head....she finds the wall of his chest. A page turns. He's reading. She shifts her gaze up.

"Hi."

Things I used to love that I can’t love anymore (even though I want to) because of hyperacusis/extreme noise sensitivity:

Fireworks shows. I used to love them, I’d go to see every one of them that I could, I loved the sound and loved the way the explosions could be felt through your body. Last time I ended up somewhere near one, I was sobbing and wailing it hurt so bad. If the same amount of pain could be replicated with a physical wound, I would die before anyone had the chance to call an ambulance

Thunderstorms. Were my favorite weather for a while. Now whenever it even gets cloudy or rainy, I start feeling on edge. Each crack of thunder feels like my head is being stabbed through

Roller coasters / amusement park rides. The speed of most rides could easily rip my headphones off of my head, and I’ve even lost earbuds on a few. Besides, the wind and the screaming and the rattling of the coasters are so loud and close up that ear protection doesn’t help

Swimming. I cannot go underwater with headphones, my good earplugs are not waterproof, and my waterproof earplugs are not enough to keep me comfortable. I am now horrified of water

Boating. I get so worried about the wind pulling my headphones off and into the water, and it’s way too loud anyways

I don’t know any sort of term for these two things in particular, but I used to love tubing and kneeboarding on the lake. But even if I somehow managed not to get soaked from that, both of those experiences typically ended in falling into the lake. Besides, there’s no way my headphones or earbuds wouldn’t be lost in that wind

Walking in a downpour without an umbrella so I can feel the raindrops

Sitting on the beach. It’s too windy

Driving with the windows down in the summer. Too windy.

Sleeping with a fan/music on. No matter how soft the music is, if it’s not coming through my headphones it feels uncomfortable, and if it is coming through my headphones I can’t lay down on my side, and if I’m not laying down on my side I can’t sleep. Fan is too loud without headphones too.

Sleeping with the windows open. The crickets and frogs are too loud. The cars are too loud. In the morning the birds are too loud.

Seeing movies in theaters with friends. Even movies with no loud sequences are still too loud because that’s just how movie theaters are. There is a single theater near me that plays movies at a volume I can actually adjust to, but it’s owned by a family, has one screen, and only shows one movie at a time, and usually doesn’t have any of the ones I want to see

Things I wish my parents actually cared about when I was younger:

I screamed and cried and tried to run away and hide and attack my parents when they tried to use a blow dryer on my hair. It hurt so bad, and they kept dismissing me because I was a child.

I ran away from the vacuum, and whenever anyone tried to teach me how to use it, I’d cry the moment it got turned on and I’d run away. It hurt.

I was scared of thunderstorms. Kids are often scared of thunderstorms. My family told me “It’s not going to hurt you” and I’d say “It’s hurting me right now.”

The small honk of a car locking made me sob.

When I could manage, I’d completely stifle my wailing when I cried, because it hurt.

My parents yelling at me hurt mentally, of course, but I hardly could process what they were saying because of the ear pain. I begged them not to yell at me because it hurt me PHYSICALLY. They told me I deserved it

Exposure to painful noise makes hyperacusis worse. I can’t imagine how much more comfortable I could be if my parents acknowledged my hearing sensitivity at any age rather than just swearing at me and forcing me not to wear my headphones. They did not listen until I got diagnosed with hyperacusis when I was 17. They still don’t really listen.

If all of that’s not bad enough, it it illegal for me to drive.

It’s against the law for anyone to drive with headphones, earbuds, or earplugs. A hyperacusis diagnosis does not free you from this law. Law enforcement is worried that people won’t be able to hear their surroundings and respond to emergency vehicles or alerts from other cars.

People drive with music on so loud that you can feel it vibrating your car halfway down the street. There is no limit to how loud music can be

People can make and respond to phone calls through the dashboard of many cars and have conversations with people with both hands on the wheel

Many states allow people to use their phones to look at maps while driving

People with hearing impairments to any degree- including people who are 100% deaf- are allowed to drive.

Noise is painful. Driving without ear protection is painful. Driving with ear protection should be a right for people with hyperacusis.

Shrimp and Crit Season 1 Review

Monster Of The Week by Michael Sands so far has been my favorite ttrpg system to tell amazing fun and relatable stories. And there’s no better example of that then the actual play podcast, Shrimp and Crits. Set in sunny Gullacochica, Florida, Shrimp and Crits (handsome Keeper Ian) follows rookie Deputy Sara Payne (played by Catie), laid back wild resort businessman Ray Ray Lareux (played by Ryan), and mysterious Agent Ari Greene (played by my hero, Cap). While it does start off as a deal with the monster of the week type of story it later evolves into a much grander plot. Without revealing too much, imagine you were a competent monster hunter, there you go. The cast and Ian created this funny but at times dark and scary story. One minute you’re laughing hysterically at the shenanigans that Cap, Catie, and Ryan have the characters do, along with the witty mind of Keeper Ian, but the same witty mind of Keep Ian will throw in these terrifying moments, and when you least expect it heartwarming and/or tragic moments. But Ian is very subtle about it, he’ll ease you into these moments, sometimes. From themes of toxic relationships, drug use, cults, found family, and finding the best way to solve a problem, Shrimp and Crits is a roller coaster ride of emotions, but often time it’s a fun and silly ride. The chemistry between the cast is absolutely amazing, and is hands down the best part of the show, they work so well off each other, you can tell they’ve known each other for a long time.

Another fun thing about Shrimp and Crits, is the wacky and loveable NPCs that Ian created. Everyone’s good story needs supporting characters, and Ian does his best to make all his NPCs stand out and memorable as possible. From chill homie Rooster to the beautiful but wacky Barb, baby please come back I can do better, I love you! I apologize, I don’t know what came over me. But no story is complete without its villains and again Keeper Ian does a great job making some of them evil as possible, but also complex. One of my favorite villains in the series is the master swordsman, Blue Blood, who plays an important role in the series. But here I am talking about the NPCs and villains when the players themselves done a great job playing the characters. Catie plays through with Sara, is wonderful, the evolution we see Sara go through is one of my favorite arcs in the series. Sara goes from this awkward rookie cop that just got thrown into some major bullshit, to the strong yet caring person. Cap plays the complex but loveable Ari Greene. Ari’s arc is the most emotional, cause at times you love Ari, you get frustrated with Ari, you feel for Ari, and you get disappointed with Ari. Ari does take the role of the leader of sorts and as a realistic leader is flawed, but you know for a fact you can trust them and they will do everything in their power to make sure you get out of that situation in one piece and that’s Ari to a tee. There will be times where you disagree with Ari’s actions, but you can see and understand from his point of view. Ari’s arc is emotional, and at the end of the day, he’s the character you want to hug the tightest and tell him “you’re doing your best and that’s all you need”. Ray is the emotional support 3. Ray is laid back but is hands down the glue that keeps that team together. Ryan as Ray will bring you the laughs, and he will give you the comfort, because that’s who Ray is. While Ari’s actions are questionable, Ray’s actions are pure and from the heart. Ray is always aiming for the RIGHT solution and to protect everyone and everything he loves. But don’t let that fool you, cause Ray Ray can FUCK YOU UP, well they all could, they’re all armed and have special powers. Now I didn’t mention any of the playbooks or what each players users, and that’s because well, Ian has found a way to incorporate the respected playbooks even more into the plot and it’s something you need to witness yourself, also it’ll spoil too much in my opinion.

Season 1 of S&C is a fun and amazing ride, with 67 episodes, a couple of one offs, I highly recommend it. Right now they’re just playing a some mini series that doesn’t have to with S1, for the feed with each cast member DMing and different story, with a different system each mini arc. I've enjoyed all of them and they have been very fun to listen to, hearing the cast DM their own game. But there is a patreon exclusive prequel called Tallahassee Nights.