𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐗 // house of wax (2005)

010: the reason why you don't eat wax

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CHAPTER TEN OF ??

❝ the reason why you don't eat wax ❞

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THIRD-PERSON POV. THE JANUARY OF 2005, AMBROSE, LOUISIANA.

TO PASS THE TIME, THE TRIO MUTUALLY AGREED TO GO AND SEE THE HOUSE OF WAX THAT WADE WANTED TO SEE. The House of Wax was, obviously, a wax museum. Like a hidden gem version of Madame Tussauds in London or California. The museum itself was mostly a beige or neutral, sandy colour with green parts to it. Above the double doors were the words HOUSE OF WAX in chunky lettering, each word divided by a thick line. 

Carly and Wade laughed amongst themselves whilst (Name) silently mourned her missing iPod. She'd just downloaded Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day and Vampires Will Never Hurt You by My Chemical Romance. However, beneath the museum was one lone artist listening to haunting opera music and honing his craft of wax sculpting, as he worked on a sculpture of a woman, painstakingly paying attention to each detail. 

Meanwhile, in the overground, (Name), Carly and Wade had approached the short flight of stairs that lead to the House of Wax. The birdsong outside was ever-present yet was nice. It broke the awkward silence of the world around them. "I don't know what you expect to see in here," Carly said to Wade, as the trio walked up the short, yet brief flight of stairs to the green double doors, with curved silver door handles and a yellow sign with the words: Sorry, we're CLOSED hanging.

Wade pulled the car keys from his pocket and chipped a slice of the wall off. (Name) let out a soft "wow", a la Owen Wilson style, as the building was literally made out of wax. Entirely out of wax. It was a miracle it was still standing due to the hot weather of the Deep South. "It's wax," Wade chuckled in disbelief, eyeing the crumbs of dried wax on his car keys, turning to (Name) and Carly, "Literally,". 

Carly picked at the wax walls with her thumbnail as (Name) walked towards the wax, as Wade handed his key to pick at it. (Name) scraped a small piece of wax from the wall and rested it on her palm. She handed Wade back his key and casually ate the wax, as Carly and Wade yelled out in disgust. (Name)'s nose wrinkled at the unpleasant taste, swallowing the wax. 

"I knew you were mentally ill," Carly deadpanned, seeing (Name) casually eating the wax, "But I didn't know it was that bad. Why the hell did you just eat wax from a building made of wax?". (Name) shrugged, twitching her nose. "I don't know," (Name) shrugged, "I thought it would taste of marshmallows or something,".

Carly rolled her eyes as a bright-eyed Wade headed inside the House of Wax, with Carly behind. "Woah, guys!" (Name) called, eyeing the sign, "Don't go in there, it's literally closed! As in "not open for business" kind of closed! This is literally breaking, like, a million laws! Like trespassing,". (Name) huffed as Carly and Wade ignored her. "Yep. Ignore me. If this was a real-life horror movie, then you guys would be killed off first! Just saying! You guys are gonna get murdered, have fun! ".