Your body shuddered as you started looking around for this "special toy" that damned clown wanted you to find. You weren't even sure what you were supposed to be looking for, but you had to try.
"M-miss...what kind of toy do you think he's having you look for?" Vincent squeaked.
"Not sure...but I hope I know it when I see it," you told the small ghost.
"Y-yeah..." he said in agreement.
As you searched, you began hearing the distorted music box tune of Pop Goes the Weasel. After two hours of searching, you felt your morale go down. There was NO way you were going to find anything but mangled corpses, rotting candy (that was usually stuffed inside the corpses), tattered tents, and broken down rides.
'Ugh...for all I know he could be watching me right now...' you thought bitterly. 'And what if it's something gross...like a used vibrator...or a teddy bear stuffed with guts?'
Your thoughts were cut off as a bright blue fuzzy plush caught your attention. Approaching it, you picked it up. Staring at it in disbelief, you examined the worn blue Teddy bear in your hands.
'It...it can't be...Stormy's...' you thought as its brown eyes stared back at you.
"Miss...?" Vincent asked as you gazed at the bear in horror.
"This...this is my sister's...I thought it was destroyed in the fire... Fuzzy Wuzzy...Stormy's favorite Teddy bear from when she was little...but...how?! How did he..." you trailed off.
"I was there, my dear. Oddly enough, I knew someday it would be useful!" Laughing Jack cackled behind you.
You spun around, sending him a sharp glare.
"You...were there...when the fire started?!" you snarled, holding your sister's bear close to your chest.
"Yes...and I thought it a pity to let such a...precious possession to be burned. It was very special to you both, wasn't it?" the tall male giggled.
"Fuzzy Wuzzy...was the toy that always soothed Stormy... (DO NOT judge, I actually do have this bear, and he is VERY dear to me because he's been with me basically all my life and he helps with my PTSD) How could it not be special?!" you snapped.
"Oh...did I strike a nerve?" he laughed. "Ah, well...you've lost the game anyways! You haven't stayed hidden for three hours yet!"
"You...you were guarding Fuzzy Wuzzy, weren't you?" you growled.
"Maybe! But that wasn't against the rules, was it?" he snickered.
"You..." you trailed off, glancing down at Vincent.
The small boy gave a weak smile before slipping a small dagger into your hand that was resting at your side. Looking into his eyes briefly, you knew what you had to do. It was now or never. You stepped closer to the enemy and...
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A/N: Split path coming. Yes, I do believe we are approaching the end...sadly. However...these paths may be more twisted than you would think...or not...some endings will have romance...and others...will not.
