Nana entered a run-down carnival, her friends nowhere in sight. "Hey, you stupid idiots! Where'd you run off to now?" she shouts, not the least bit shy about drawing any unwanted attention to herself. "God, are you kidding me?" Nana mumbles to herself, dragging a hand down her face. She does a double-take at her hand. It's paler than before, her veins popping out of her wrist, and down her arms. "EW!" she screams. "I NEED A MIRROR! PLEASE HELP ME!"
Distant honking of a horn sounded, in a weirdly regular pattern. Nana turns around, since it seemed like it was following her into the carnival. She sees a clown, walking rather slowly and menacingly towards her, gradually going faster, ready to go off on a sprint. Nana has always hated clowns, they looked ugly and had poor fashion sense. Since Nana was wearing heels it was harder to run through the grass. Glass peppered the dead ground, along with various other amounts of debris.
"AHHH!!" Nana screams as she runs, almost tripping every second. She runs into the place she DIDN'T want to go into but her mind was full of fear. She barely made it in when the clown ran at mach 5. He grabbed her with a gloved hand, but Nana managed to slam the booming door shut, leaving her in a isolated, desolate funhouse. The sound of the slamming door echoed throughout the house. Nana runs into a hallway that was illuminated. She knows she probably wasn't supposed to, because it was most likely a trap.
She makes it to another run-down room, turning around and walking backwards further into the room. Nana bumps into something wet, sticky and copper-smelling. It feels like another person so she turns around, only to see a bleeded, gutted pig, sliced down the middle, a hook in its jaw. "YOOO!!" she appalls at the sight.
"YO, HOLY SHIT! HE DEAD!" Nana screams and runs again towards the exit. She, in panic rotates her head to look at the deceased pig. "YO HE DEAD FOR SURE!" She decides subconsciously that she doesn't want see a gutted animal so she returns her head to its normal position, surprisingly making eye contact with that creepy ass clown. "AHH!!" she yells, closing her eyes in fear. A smack sounds and everything went black.
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"HAHA. Dude, this is why you don't give Nana every goddamn drug in the universe. Jesus Christ." she hears Popo's sarcastic voice say. "What? Who the hell gave her LSD? Who the FUCK gave Nana weed?" Vio asks with anger and question. Ness snorts. "Well, I'll admit I got someone who hooked me up with some LSD."
"Ness, when the hell did you become a fucking druggie?"
"I never did. But, I was walking on the street, okay? On the way back from that karaoke bar, and some guy asked me if I wanted it."
"So you said yes?" Claus cuts in. "Yeah!" Ness responds.
Nana's vision slowly became clear and she saw an angry Vio above her. "And meth? Are you serious, guys? Come on, I mean I know we joke around with this stuff but I never thought you'd ACTUALLY do it!" Vio scolds, "God, where'd you get the weed then?"
Popo laughs. "It's her weed and meth. I guess Ness thought LSD would be the cherry on top.
Nana would've passed away if she wasn't immortal."
Nana immediately gets up, panicked that they had found her drug stash. Unfortunately she clashes foreheads with Vio, earning an eruption of laughter from everybody in the room. "Ow, wow Nana you bitch!" he shouts. "YOU GUYS FOUND MY DRUGS?"
"No we found your medicine." Lucas says sarcastically. "Of-FUCKING-course we found your drugs, Nana!" he continues with seriousness. Nana held her head suddenly, her head felt like it was being crushed. "Oh God. Did you guys spike me with my own drugs!?" she asks. Vio shakes his head as the others laughed. Nana was curious as to when this actually happened and why, also where. "When, where and WHY did you guys drug me? Popo, WHAT THE FUCK? You're supposed to be my brother!"
