Your muse lets out an audible gasp an groan as a powerful electric shock to the neck awakens them. They reach up to try and rub their neck and to see if the electricity left any mark... and that is when they feel something cold, metallic, and firm around their neck. They keep on feeling it all the way around and deduce it is a collar of some sorts. However, it is far more than just a collar. This is a Red Valley issue collar, meaning it had the capacity to drain any powers they may have had, electrocute them at any time, track them, burn them, and even melt their faces off.
Your muse, not knowing any details about where they are, slowly begins to stand up, feeling the mixture of salt, gravel, and sand that is the ground and they begin to look around, seeing no lights on whatsoever, the only minor light being a torch at what had to be the entrance. However, the dark red bricks and metallic bars prevent them from getting to it.
Before they have any time to think, there is an audible sound of fire whooshing and the whole place is suddenly filled with an orange, fiery light that was emitted from torches all around the room, allowing your muse to see exactly where they were: they were inside of an arena with a sandy, salty floor. They were inside of a fairly large red and white striped tent of sorts with an opened top, revealing a red sky above. But... it was dark before... that was never there before... none of this was... But, before they can tackle that thought, there is a poofing sound and a strange man suddenly materializes from a cloud of black, foul smelling smoke.
He had medium length orange hair, glowing red eyes that were glowing a crimson red, a red coat with a white button up underneath, white pants being hidden by the coat, and long black boots that went up to his knees. There was a rather wide grin on the face of this entity, one of pure insanity and sadistic glee as he looked at your muse, followed by a wink. He then suddenly materialized a microphone and a straight razor in his hands out of nowhere and began to speak.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN," he practically yelled enthusiastically into the mic, his grin wide as ever, "WELCOME TO THE RED VALLEY CIRCUS!! PLEASE, STAY IN YOUR SEATS AND KEEP THE NOISE LOW, OR YOU'LL BE FUCKIN' NEXT! NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, LET THE SHOW BEGIN!!" The crowd then applauded, wolf whistled, and yelled with enthusiasm, obviously excited for something. Circus?... Show?... Audience? Your muse had gotten themselves into some shit, that was for certain.
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