Candy Paint--a Willy's Wonderland FanFic

Chapter 17

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I think this chapter might be the longest one out of the rest..plz enjoyy

Of course, I did end up waking up. It was strange, as my eyes had been open the entire time. It was Jerry's chilling voice that woke me from my slumber, which I hadn't wanted. The longer I could stay asleep the better. I still couldn't move any part of my body, so I relied heavily on my poor hearing to locate any signs of life. As my sense of smell somewhat returned, I began to sense something was burning. It stung my throat, but I couldn't cough. The loud cheering and shouting of Jerry and his crew became deafening as they entered the room obnoxiously. Jerry maneuvered towards me, hovering over me awkwardly.

"Alright, let's get you up and running again, we're about to go on a little adventure," Jerry spoke, placing his hand on my chest. I wanted to swat it off, but seeing as I had no choice in the matter, I let it happen. In a wave of heat, I was suddenly able to move my limbs and joints. I shot up in place, instantly taking note of my current state. I had been dressed in a sparkly dress, was wearing a piece of metal costume jewelry, and wore a crown atop my head. How did they manage to get this all on me without me knowing?? I did recall wearing this outfit to Liv's eighth birthday party, which made me realize what they were planning.

"Why am I wearing this," I breathed.

"We thought it'd be nice to watch you suffer the way we initially wanted: as a child," Arthur replied. I narrowed my eyes at him, becoming very uncomfortable.

"Now I suggest doing everything as I say, or I will have no choice but to start knocking off the souls of the animatronics. You wouldn't want that, right Vic?" Jerry asked as I got to my feet shakily. I shook my head slowly, feeling blood rush to the rest of my body. I was still in a weak state, and was feeling sick to my stomach. I looked at Luke, who stared at me back.

"Vic," He mouthed, tears welling in his eyes. I didn't want him to see me like this, so fragile, weak, and tormented. It hurt me to see the pain in his eyes.

"Well c'mon, we don't have all night," Sasha called, walking out of the room. Jerry nudged me forward, staying closely behind me as I trudged after the rest of them. My mind had gone completely blank. I didn't try and formulate an escape plan, because I knew it was pointless. Everything was going down the drain.

Once we reached the front doors, Kevin and Arthur pushed them open, revealing a terrible scene I wasn't prepared to see. Hayesville had been completely destroyed. I gasped, covering my mouth. The police station and nearly every single trailer home was ablaze. The lawns had been torn up, and blood splattered most everything. Smoke filled the air, and made my eyes water. I stepped into the parking lot, surveying the damage. All of Hayesville's police calls were directed to that police station, and it was burning to the ground. Graffiti was everywhere, reading terrible things like, "VIC HALIFAX WUZ HERE" and other crass terms and phrases. I stared at what was left of my hometown, my mind not wrapping around the severity. I was far too tired to understand my loss.

"Why," I started, trying to understand what was going on. My mind had drawn another blank.

"Because this is how it was supposed to be. You wait right here, we're going to give you a little show," Jerry spoke, moving out into the parking lot.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Sasha continued, following him. I was completely encircled between all eight of the cultists, and Luke had been pushed to the middle with me. As we walked through the burning rubble, I was able to get an idea of the extent of the damage.