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Chapter Five: Painting
A few days had passed since the ordeal with Nickolas. He had taken (Y/N) out for lunch- to a fancy restaurant where they could speak in private. Truth be told, that had been an extremely uncomfortable situation for her, considering her state of attire and the fact that she had been seen with an established member of the City Counsel. Still, she had done her best to cope with the situation. They managed to discuss a number of things regarding what needed to be done to ensure the carnival would reopen without issue. All information on the carnivals past needed to be deleted, or at least made extremely difficult to access. Nickolas decided he would take the responsibility of that part upon himself. Given his high status in the town, it wouldn’t be hard to convince a few people to make the information disappear. If only in the area, at least. She trusted that he’d be able to do that much.

Along with that, they’d also discussed what could be done about the bodies that were likely hidden in the carnival. Nickolas’s plan was to show the other members of the counsel the information Meyla had shown him, then convince them that the bodies needed to be found and removed without letting the media catch wind of things. Given how dire the towns’ state was economy wise, she didn’t doubt he’d be able to get the counsel members on his side. After everything had been discussed, Nickolas drove (Y/N) home and she continued on with her day to the best of her ability. Given that she had a lot of extra time on her hands that day, she opted to create the color palettes she’d use for the designs on the walls. She created a different palettes per type of cactus, and a group for the trees that varied by shades to bring about the illusions of distance. Bones had their own, as did the larger rocks.

She created a grand total of twenty-three color palettes to use for when she began to paint the scenery on the walls. Most of them were for the plants and nature, and then there were a few specifically for “Bony Bill’s” attire. Sure, it seemed like she had created more than she needed, but even if she had, at least she had a good variety to choose from. Aside from that, the remainder of her day had been fairly calm. She had made herself some food, took a shower after she ate, and watched some television before heading off to bed. The next day, she performed her usual morning routine. She woke, dressed, tended to hygiene, ate, and then left for work. She had been surprised to find Nickolas there and waiting for her. As he had promised, he had shown to help her finish giving the walls a coating of white paint. The experience had been more amusing that she expected it to be.

Nickolas was a pretty good painter, but he struggled to work at her pace. She did twice his work in half the time, but by the end of the day they had managed to finish giving the walls their coating of paint. Aside from the mess Nickolas had made of himself while painting, he did a wonderful job. The coating was even, and there weren’t any disturbances visible on the pain. All in all, he had done good considering how slow he had been. After that, the male had gone home to clean himself up while she remained a while longer to clean up her work station. She scraped a bit of paint off the ground here and there, she collected and threw out any trash, and she put the paint in its desired location. Then she had gone home to let the paint dry over night. The next day had been virtually the same, only she put up a coating of brown paint instead of the plain white. The day after, she drew the outlines of everything she planned to paint.

However, she had yet to get to work on painting in the details of everything she’d etched out. The reason behind that was the weather. Well, the weather and the car crashes it had caused. A heavy rain storm had hit about an hour after she made it home from work, and the unexpected rain resulted in a flash flood. The unfortunate result of that was six car crashes along the same stretch of road. All of them had occurred on intersections. Thanks to that, the road and all roads leading to it were shut down so that the damage could be assessed. Even though (Y/N) had been perfectly willing to take a longer route to get to the carnival so she could paint, her employer had called in and instructed her to stay home. No one was allowed to go into work until after the roads were re-opened. This was because if anything happened to any of them, their employer would be the one held responsible for it.

Then said employer would be the one responsible for paying for any and all medical bills. So, in the end it was only natural that her boss hadn’t wanted anyone trying to get to work. If they got hurt, he’d be paying the recovery bills. Not to mention he’d have to look into finding replacements in the event of someone being incapacitated. So, she was stuck at home and was without anything to do. None of her supplies were with her. The palettes she had made were at the workplace. She had brought them in the previous day and taped them to the outlines they were supposed to be used for. She had nothing to do that could relate to the work she was missing out on, so she had to spend the day at home with nothing to do. There wasn’t anything on television that she’d like to watch. Not anything she wouldn’t have to pay twenty-five bucks for, at least. She thought about flipping to the cooking channel, but that would just make her hungry.

She wasn’t about to spend all day sitting on the couch watching television while eating junk food. Odds were if she did she’d go to work the next day looking pregnant. Well, that was clearly an exaggeration but her metabolism wasn’t what it used to be when she was ten. She was in her twenties now, and her metabolism had slowed down enough for her to need to work out if she didn’t want to gain weight. Luckily painting seemed to be a good enough of a work out, otherwise she’d probably be huge. She wasn’t the type to pay out of pocket for a gym membership. Especially, when there were a bunch of extra charges thrown in randomly. The gym in her town had a really bad reputation because of all that. Seeing as watching television wasn’t a good option, (Y/N) opted to turn to attention to the internet instead. She moved off of the couch to make her way to her room, where her laptop was sitting on a dresser.

After retrieving it, she made her way back downstairs so she could sit comfortably on the couch. Sitting on the bed for to long tended to make her backside sore, hence why she opted to sit on the couch instead. Once she was seated, she opened up her laptop and powered it on, before she went online to see what there was to find. The first thing she did was open her E-mail to see if she had anything worth looking at. Her spam folder was full, and she immediately deleted everything in it seeing as she hadn’t signed up for any websites that might require verification. Afterwards, she began to look through the rest of her mail. Most of what she had was just updates regarding specific websites she followed- most of them art related in one way or another. In the end, it was an E-mail from an address she didn’t recognize that caught her attention. She clicked it, and was slightly surprised to find a link waiting for her.

On the plus side, she managed to figure out it had been Meyla who sent her the E-mail. She had to look through her list of contacts to do so, but she confirmed the E-mail belonged to that of her coworker. Naturally, (Y/N) assumed that the link would lead her to something important about the past of the carnival. She didn’t quite understand what it actually led her to upon clicking on it. The link led her to a website revolving around ancient myths and urban legends. Specifically, to a group of myths that revolved around demon haunted carnivals. Confused as she was, she decided to give the information a read. If Meyla bothered to send it to her, maybe it somehow related to the carnival. As it was, the myth revolved around some form of demonic entity that disguised itself as a circus clown. Supposedly the creature would lure children in with gifts and sweets, before killing them and cursing them to stay with it forever.

The information also stated that the being would gladly do the same to anyone foolish enough to get close to it, but it preferred children above all else because of how easily they can be tricked. At first, (Y/N) couldn’t understand how the information in the myth related to the issue with the carnival- aside from the fact that the being was said to haunt circuses, carnivals, and other festivities. However, as she read on it became more apparent what seemed to link the issue with the myth. Namely, it was how the being killed and what became of the children that linked everything. Supposedly, the creature would lure children into empty tents, and hold them there until the location was empty. Then, it would torture them. The monster would rip out their insides, sever limbs, there was even a belief that it would stuff the children with candy until their abdomens ruptured. The children would be kept alive as long as possible before they died.

The thought of that was enough to make her queasy, but she continued to read past that to see what else there was to learn. In believed cases of the demons attacks, the children were deemed missing but they were never found. At most, the police- or unfortunate passers by- would come across something purposely left behind by the being after it killed. The legend of the demon clown seemed to perfectly relate to the history of the carnival. Children who went missing while at a carnival, only to be never seen again. Severed limbs and body parts being discovered in strange locations, but whole bodies never uncovered even after months- if not years- of searching. Said locations of the disappearances closed to the public, and either abandoned or destroyed in hopes of abolishing all tragic memories of the events. The legend itself seemed exactly like what had happened at the carnival in the past.

All (Y/N) could think at that point was that Meyla suspected someone had gone out of their way to copy the legend. Granted, that was just her trying to think more realistically. She might not have been as superstitious as other members of the town, but she still believed in the demonic and the supernatural. She’d just rather believe a demented man or woman became obsessed with the legend of the demonic clown, then mimicked everything well enough to make said demon seem real. Though, that didn’t keep her from mentally fearing the evil being actually existed. Despite her best efforts not to do so, she wound up trying to convince herself that even if the creature was real it would have fled the abandoned carnival a long time ago. Such a being surely wouldn’t stick around if its hunting grounds ran out of prey, right? She did her best to convince herself that that would be the case.

At the bottom of the page, there were a series of pictures depicting the demonic entity that supposedly haunted carnivals. She clicked the first one, to find a black and white painting of a strange being. From the looks of it, the creature was around six feet tall. The beast sported a striped cone for a nose, along with a set of pointed teeth. There seemed to be fluff of sorts on its shoulders, and its fingers seemed more like knives than anything else. Despite its monochrome appearance it really did look like a clown. Albeit, it was fairly old fashioned looking considering the suspenders and face paint it had on. The stripes on its sleeves and the stockings it wore made up for that, though. The only other thing she could note about the demons appearance was that it seemed to be male, but she knew better than to determine a demonic entity’s gender based by its appearance. Some of the most horrid looking creatures were in fact female.

After she finished looking through the carnival, and a few of the other pictures of the creature, (Y/N) decided to shut down her laptop and go for a walk. She needed to clear her head- mostly because the myth made her nervous. She hated herself for it, but she feared the demonic clown might actually exist. What was worse, she was afraid it might still be at the carnival, and that it was waiting for a chance to attack someone…

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Chapter Five: Painting
A few days had passed since the ordeal with Nickolas. He had taken (Y/N) out for lunch- to a fancy restaurant where they could speak in private. Truth be told, that had been an extremely uncomfortable situation for her, considering her state of attire and the fact that she had been seen with an established member of the City Counsel. Still, she had done her best to cope with the situation. They managed to discuss a number of things regarding what needed to be done to ensure the carnival would reopen without issue. All information on the carnivals past needed to be deleted, or at least made extremely difficult to access. Nickolas decided he would take the responsibility of that part upon himself. Given his high status in the town, it wouldn’t be hard to convince a few people to make the information disappear. If only in the area, at least. She trusted that he’d be able to do that much.

Along with that, they’d also discussed what could be done about the bodies that were likely hidden in the carnival. Nickolas’s plan was to show the other members of the counsel the information Meyla had shown him, then convince them that the bodies needed to be found and removed without letting the media catch wind of things. Given how dire the towns’ state was economy wise, she didn’t doubt he’d be able to get the counsel members on his side. After everything had been discussed, Nickolas drove (Y/N) home and she continued on with her day to the best of her ability. Given that she had a lot of extra time on her hands that day, she opted to create the color palettes she’d use for the designs on the walls. She created a different palettes per type of cactus, and a group for the trees that varied by shades to bring about the illusions of distance. Bones had their own, as did the larger rocks.

She created a grand total of twenty-three color palettes to use for when she began to paint the scenery on the walls. Most of them were for the plants and nature, and then there were a few specifically for “Bony Bill’s” attire. Sure, it seemed like she had created more than she needed, but even if she had, at least she had a good variety to choose from. Aside from that, the remainder of her day had been fairly calm. She had made herself some food, took a shower after she ate, and watched some television before heading off to bed. The next day, she performed her usual morning routine. She woke, dressed, tended to hygiene, ate, and then left for work. She had been surprised to find Nickolas there and waiting for her. As he had promised, he had shown to help her finish giving the walls a coating of white paint. The experience had been more amusing that she expected it to be.

Nickolas was a pretty good painter, but he struggled to work at her pace. She did twice his work in half the time, but by the end of the day they had managed to finish giving the walls their coating of paint. Aside from the mess Nickolas had made of himself while painting, he did a wonderful job. The coating was even, and there weren’t any disturbances visible on the pain. All in all, he had done good considering how slow he had been. After that, the male had gone home to clean himself up while she remained a while longer to clean up her work station. She scraped a bit of paint off the ground here and there, she collected and threw out any trash, and she put the paint in its desired location. Then she had gone home to let the paint dry over night. The next day had been virtually the same, only she put up a coating of brown paint instead of the plain white. The day after, she drew the outlines of everything she planned to paint.

However, she had yet to get to work on painting in the details of everything she’d etched out. The reason behind that was the weather. Well, the weather and the car crashes it had caused. A heavy rain storm had hit about an hour after she made it home from work, and the unexpected rain resulted in a flash flood. The unfortunate result of that was six car crashes along the same stretch of road. All of them had occurred on intersections. Thanks to that, the road and all roads leading to it were shut down so that the damage could be assessed. Even though (Y/N) had been perfectly willing to take a longer route to get to the carnival so she could paint, her employer had called in and instructed her to stay home. No one was allowed to go into work until after the roads were re-opened. This was because if anything happened to any of them, their employer would be the one held responsible for it.

Then said employer would be the one responsible for paying for any and all medical bills. So, in the end it was only natural that her boss hadn’t wanted anyone trying to get to work. If they got hurt, he’d be paying the recovery bills. Not to mention he’d have to look into finding replacements in the event of someone being incapacitated. So, she was stuck at home and was without anything to do. None of her supplies were with her. The palettes she had made were at the workplace. She had brought them in the previous day and taped them to the outlines they were supposed to be used for. She had nothing to do that could relate to the work she was missing out on, so she had to spend the day at home with nothing to do. There wasn’t anything on television that she’d like to watch. Not anything she wouldn’t have to pay twenty-five bucks for, at least. She thought about flipping to the cooking channel, but that would just make her hungry.

She wasn’t about to spend all day sitting on the couch watching television while eating junk food. Odds were if she did she’d go to work the next day looking pregnant. Well, that was clearly an exaggeration but her metabolism wasn’t what it used to be when she was ten. She was in her twenties now, and her metabolism had slowed down enough for her to need to work out if she didn’t want to gain weight. Luckily painting seemed to be a good enough of a work out, otherwise she’d probably be huge. She wasn’t the type to pay out of pocket for a gym membership. Especially, when there were a bunch of extra charges thrown in randomly. The gym in her town had a really bad reputation because of all that. Seeing as watching television wasn’t a good option, (Y/N) opted to turn to attention to the internet instead. She moved off of the couch to make her way to her room, where her laptop was sitting on a dresser.

After retrieving it, she made her way back downstairs so she could sit comfortably on the couch. Sitting on the bed for to long tended to make her backside sore, hence why she opted to sit on the couch instead. Once she was seated, she opened up her laptop and powered it on, before she went online to see what there was to find. The first thing she did was open her E-mail to see if she had anything worth looking at. Her spam folder was full, and she immediately deleted everything in it seeing as she hadn’t signed up for any websites that might require verification. Afterwards, she began to look through the rest of her mail. Most of what she had was just updates regarding specific websites she followed- most of them art related in one way or another. In the end, it was an E-mail from an address she didn’t recognize that caught her attention. She clicked it, and was slightly surprised to find a link waiting for her.

On the plus side, she managed to figure out it had been Meyla who sent her the E-mail. She had to look through her list of contacts to do so, but she confirmed the E-mail belonged to that of her coworker. Naturally, (Y/N) assumed that the link would lead her to something important about the past of the carnival. She didn’t quite understand what it actually led her to upon clicking on it. The link led her to a website revolving around ancient myths and urban legends. Specifically, to a group of myths that revolved around demon haunted carnivals. Confused as she was, she decided to give the information a read. If Meyla bothered to send it to her, maybe it somehow related to the carnival. As it was, the myth revolved around some form of demonic entity that disguised itself as a circus clown. Supposedly the creature would lure children in with gifts and sweets, before killing them and cursing them to stay with it forever.

The information also stated that the being would gladly do the same to anyone foolish enough to get close to it, but it preferred children above all else because of how easily they can be tricked. At first, (Y/N) couldn’t understand how the information in the myth related to the issue with the carnival- aside from the fact that the being was said to haunt circuses, carnivals, and other festivities. However, as she read on it became more apparent what seemed to link the issue with the myth. Namely, it was how the being killed and what became of the children that linked everything. Supposedly, the creature would lure children into empty tents, and hold them there until the location was empty. Then, it would torture them. The monster would rip out their insides, sever limbs, there was even a belief that it would stuff the children with candy until their abdomens ruptured. The children would be kept alive as long as possible before they died.

The thought of that was enough to make her queasy, but she continued to read past that to see what else there was to learn. In believed cases of the demons attacks, the children were deemed missing but they were never found. At most, the police- or unfortunate passers by- would come across something purposely left behind by the being after it killed. The legend of the demon clown seemed to perfectly relate to the history of the carnival. Children who went missing while at a carnival, only to be never seen again. Severed limbs and body parts being discovered in strange locations, but whole bodies never uncovered even after months- if not years- of searching. Said locations of the disappearances closed to the public, and either abandoned or destroyed in hopes of abolishing all tragic memories of the events. The legend itself seemed exactly like what had happened at the carnival in the past.

All (Y/N) could think at that point was that Meyla suspected someone had gone out of their way to copy the legend. Granted, that was just her trying to think more realistically. She might not have been as superstitious as other members of the town, but she still believed in the demonic and the supernatural. She’d just rather believe a demented man or woman became obsessed with the legend of the demonic clown, then mimicked everything well enough to make said demon seem real. Though, that didn’t keep her from mentally fearing the evil being actually existed. Despite her best efforts not to do so, she wound up trying to convince herself that even if the creature was real it would have fled the abandoned carnival a long time ago. Such a being surely wouldn’t stick around if its hunting grounds ran out of prey, right? She did her best to convince herself that that would be the case.

At the bottom of the page, there were a series of pictures depicting the demonic entity that supposedly haunted carnivals. She clicked the first one, to find a black and white painting of a strange being. From the looks of it, the creature was around six feet tall. The beast sported a striped cone for a nose, along with a set of pointed teeth. There seemed to be fluff of sorts on its shoulders, and its fingers seemed more like knives than anything else. Despite its monochrome appearance it really did look like a clown. Albeit, it was fairly old fashioned looking considering the suspenders and face paint it had on. The stripes on its sleeves and the stockings it wore made up for that, though. The only other thing she could note about the demons appearance was that it seemed to be male, but she knew better than to determine a demonic entity’s gender based by its appearance. Some of the most horrid looking creatures were in fact female.

After she finished looking through the carnival, and a few of the other pictures of the creature, (Y/N) decided to shut down her laptop and go for a walk. She needed to clear her head- mostly because the myth made her nervous. She hated herself for it, but she feared the demonic clown might actually exist. What was worse, she was afraid it might still be at the carnival, and that it was waiting for a chance to attack someone…