chapter 5: Greenhouse walls flower halls

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Caroline bent down to check to see if they were just joking or they were actually poisoned. She checked both of they're pulses and she was shocked, they were both dead from the toxic fumes and flavors.

"Why," Caroline muttered scared but angerly. "Why would you do this?" The ringmaster just laughed and told her "Darling," he said to her. "Those to are just distractions." " Distractions keeping you from excepting our invitations to join our happy family." He giggled sounding like her friends deaths amused him. Caroline was crying and was looking around, trying to find an escape from the tent. "But now," he leaned down, his eyes looking straight at her and whispered to her." There is no one to stop me from saving you."

His eyes started glitching. Dark tentacles started seeping twords Caroline reddy to grab her and put her into a deep sleep.

   "No," Caroline shouted. "I will never join you!" She hit the tentacles with  her bat and ran twords the tents entrance but was blocked off by  that same popcorn cart for earlyer, accompanied by that same popcorn lady.

"Do you want popcorn now," the Lady said sounding happy but sounding insane. Caroline ran away from the lady and her cart hopping to make it to the fire escape. Everyone was chasing her at this point trying to kill her and convert her into a carnival freak, Ike them.

When she made it close enough to escape the tent she her a voice outside the tent.

"Not so fast," the voice, sounding like a young boy. A burst of Blue and pink smoke appeared in front of her. Then appeared two children. One boy one girl.

The boy was a European 8 Year old dressed in pink clothes, pink hair with blue eyes and accessories. Wile the girl looked very different, she was the same age but whs black. She had Blue hair and pink eyes.

"You can't forget the candy twins,"they both said sounding scary. Caroline wacked the blue candy girl,felling a little bad about waking a little girl but angerly for her blocking path to freedom. But as soon as she was about to give up she noticed the cannon and made up a plan, it may not get her out to the circus but it will at least get her out of the tent.

She ran twords the rack of paricutes, grabbed one and got into the Canon and started it up. Before the Canon blasted her out of this place she herd sugarcrash say with enthusiasm.

"Heading out so soon? Oh well. Your sister stachela would be happy to hear that, old friend." Then the Canon blasted shooting Caroline out of the tent, and passed out. She fell into a large bush.

After Caroline gained back her concesnes she saw another person. It was a girl about a year older then her. Her hair was strawberry blonde, almost looking white, one of her eyes were ocean blue will the other was Sandy brown, freakles, scars and bruses played her face looking like she has been through a lot. She was wearing a Japanese academy uniform but with a jacket that was probably part of the male uniform was placed on her shoulders.the jacket,like her uniform was diry and was lightly cut up.

"Who the fuck are you?" Caroline asked the lady.

"You can call me Ryoba," she told her. "Welcome to my laberith hideout." Caroline looked around and remembered seeing this maze not only it was the same heage maze she saw Amy and Sammy taking photos of the entrance earlier, but it was her sister's favorite attraction here.

Faintly they heard a faint voice, it was singing. The tune was new to Caroline but was oh to familiar for Ryoba.

       Why do you hide in greenhouse walls...

       When there's music in flowered halls...

       The garden sheds an empty room...

       No more joy in your empty tomb.....

       A bees job is to hunt for flowers all day....
  
       And dance, and spin, and fly away...

    
       A statues duty is to dance alone....

       But now I hear you flesh and bones...

        I rome flower halls alone all day...

        But now your here.....







                     My sister and prey...

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