Horrible Day

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Reader's PoV
"Mo come on~ we're gonna be late!"
"Sure we are"
I dragged her on the ride and sat down next to her. This was only the twenty second ride, we still had more than 5 left!
"(Y/N), if I puke then I'm gonna hold a grudge against you forever"
I laughed at her as the ride started going up, about to go down a steep hill.
"(Y/N) I AM GONNA KILL YOU"

( Timeskip )

We were finally done riding all of the rides, definitely forgetting about the whole Asylum thing. We stopped at a booth and bought some cotton candy, joking around and laughing.
I was telling a story to Mo when I was suddenly interrupted by loud screams.
'What the shit'
Some big guy pushed passed a group of girls and some guys, it looked like he was looking for someone. Oh how I wished I have noticed him sooner.
"Chris Walker."
Mo gave me a shocked glance.
Chris Walker noticed us and started stomping to us, chanting something.
"Little pigs, Little whores, Little pigs"
Yeah, no. We booed out of there as fast as he started looking at us. We ran halfway across the carnival where it was scarily secluded. We opened a booth door and closed it behind us, locking it.
"What the hell"
"How the hell"
We turned away from the door and got greeted with a terrible sight. The room with the dead bodies. "Oh fuck no!" We groaned.
Another night ruined by a fat guy.
I rubbed my eyes and picked up the blood stained camcorder.
We heard Chris Walkers groan and hid in a padded room, he walked passed and we quickly ran behind him up the stairs and to the right.
We ran many ways until we ended up in another room, surprisingly we found a note.
'Hopefully you liked my little surprise for you ;)'
"Sick fuck"
"I hate him"
We had to continue jumping and balancing on ledges, and let me tell you, we had to retry the ledges many many times. The one time we had to cross one, one of the variants grabbed my boob and I socked him in the face. I know I'm not supposed to be a fighter but nobody touches my boob.
Sooner than we noticed, we were in the sewers.

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