The Immortal Misfits: Neon

Chapter 1: How we got here.

-Three weeks earlier-

I woke up every morning like I always would, to the sounds of the ringleader yelling. His voice booms throughout the small tent I share with some of the others.

"Neon get your ass out here!" The voice rings out.
With a groan I sit up in my "bed", it was just a box with a sheet but hey it works. I throw on the attire I need for my performances, black pants that are flexible enough to move in, a sleeveless black hoodie, a neon orange vest with the sleeves removed, and a black mask with a sharp toothed smile design.

I walk out of my tent and am met with the face of the ringleader. He's a tall fucker standing about 10 meters with a face I could only describe as punchable. He gives out my daily tasks and the time of my performance.

After I finish up my chores it's roughly 8:30, time for my act. I climb up to the top of the rafter that my trick will be performed on. All I have to do is walk across a plank of wood, Easy right? Well there's some sort of makeshift spike pit at the bottom.

I brace myself to walk across and I take a few steps and start to lose my balance but quickly regain it. I'm about half way across the board when I get distracted and I fall. Damn did that fall hurt. Let me tell you when you can feel hundreds of knives and shit stabbed through your body it does not feel good. I ended up getting pried off but it still hurt like no tomorrow. I couldn't keep putting up with the damage.

With only my performance clothes I set out into the wild to hopefully find a better job or anything to fill my day.