Unknown Territory [Creepypasta Reader-Insert]

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Nauseating scents of sweet caramel, buttered popcorn, sugary hard candies and something utterly acrid, filled her senses.

"Oh, oh!" She heard someone chirp albeit a little too cheerfully from somewhere above as she felt her brow frown in concentration as she chased its tone and gathered her bearings. "Someone's finally waking up!~"

It was difficult to put a face to the ebullient voice. It was so frighteningly scratchy, high-pitched, and somewhat wobbly...? She analyzed, as the owner of said questionable tone puttered around within the space she was waking into.

Raising her head, she found that she was laying on her stomach with her forehead nestled in between the nook made by her crossed forearms.

She was moving.

No, that wasn't quite right.

Blinking the weight of exhaustion away from her eyes, she began to get a clear view of her hands and tried to grope for the knife that was...that was supposed to be...in her...grip...—

Shooting upright, the events that led her to where she was suddenly came crashing down on her like a cold bucket of water.

Quickly righting herself on her own two feet, she found that she regretted that motion immediately as her calf stung and caused her to cry out. Her leg caved from the sudden pressure, causing her to cling to the nearby horse figure that bobbed up and down around the odd carousel that played a warped tune that barely resembled an old nursery rhyme.

It wasn't until she calmed down from the sudden panic of realizing she'd lost her knife, that she notices where exactly she was and what was causing her to have that dizzying sensation.

Somehow, she was stationed in the middle of what looked like an old travelling carnival, being turned over and over, almost like a broken record, on a carousel ride.

The voice she heard upon waking was nowhere in sight, and she didn't feel as though she was in that accursed building anymore. As far as her eyes would allow her in the bobbing and turning ride, all she could see were dimly lit attractions with no one in them, and what looked like a dark fog bank covering the farther expanse of the location, leaving her unable to see where exactly the black and white tent ended.

However, she was certain she was in the middle. The monotonous pole that spun the nightmarish carousel proved that as it led up, past the exoskeleton of what used to be a colorful roof of the vintage merry-go-round, and straight to the epicenter of the tent.

The continuous twirling motion of the ride, partnered with the swirled black and white lines that decorated the tent's top, forced her to look down and shut her eyes to keep from feeling even more disoriented than how she already was.

How the fuck did she end up here?

Where was even here?

A shrill giggle echoing around the space forced her to abruptly look around in acute hysteria as she tried to look for the alarming source of that voice—but she was again met with nothing but the same sight she'd already seen.

She was clearly not alone, and yet, she also feared what she may find seeing as her last memory was that of an inhumane silhouette slithering down from one of the arches of that weird part of the hotel she found herself in.

At a loss for what else to do in such a situation, she decided that getting off this atrocious ride would do her restless stomach some good before she hurled and slipped in her own expectorated stomach acids.

With great deliberation, she finally let go of the bobbing headless pony and made a grab for the farther horse that was closer to the edge of the carousel.