The premise of The Carnival Games are that 30 people get trapped in a carnival run by three serial killers.

FORM:

Name: Bobby Griffin (But he prefers ‘Skullcrusher’)

Gender: M

Age 9 ¾

Appearance: Skullcrusher (as I shall refer to him as with the objective of staying on his good side) is a fat kid, and when I say fat I mean borderline obese. Standing at only 3 feet its an understatement to say he is a little short for his age. Skullcrusher is the ultimate mix of races, having a black father, a white mother, and a set of asian grandparents. If you were to try to figure out exactly what nationality showed most in him you'd probably get both a headache and nowhere. He has the slanted eyes of an asian, the coloring of a mulatto and the nice straight hair of a caucasian- oh and I should probably mention he talks with a  heavy New York ‘gangster’ accent. Skullcrusher’s obsession with Elvis Presley factors into how he dresses heavily. He gells his hair into the famous hairdo that immortalized Elvis Presley, wears a white take and classic leather jacket. He cuffs his jeans at leg to show off his black cowboy boots. There is never any variety in his appeal because he has 27 sets of this same look.

Personality: Skullcrusher is but 9 ¾ and he’s already on his way to hell in a handbasket. Aggressive and efficient he rules the elementary school he goes to, the other children cower in the lockers as he passes. Even the teachers fear him ever since he hung old Mister Smith from the roof after the man had dared to give him an F. Skullcrusher is heavily ambitious planning one day to rule the world and grow a Hitler mustache. Skullcrusher has already decided that the capital of the world will become Memphis and he will live in Elvis’s old home and force everyone to listen to exclusively The King’s albums. Skullcrusher is generally a terrifying person who has been known known to steal candy from babies and kick old ladies into the street, however when he is experiencing a bout of feelings he eats them.

Background: Thrown into foster care when he was just an infant he never knew his parents. (though it is widely suggested that he was the spawn death and lighting itself) He got bounced from home to home, each complaining that he was simply ‘too smart’ and ‘too evil’ to stay at their home. And in all fairness, he kind of was. I mean what other 3 year old dumps boiling water on someones head and laughs or tortures small animals in the basement. Either way  he didn’t stay anywhere long. Skullcrusher made his first milestone as a criminal when he robbed the local candy store, making off with four crates of tootsie rolls. After that everything just went downhill, all the candy stores in the area now pay him not to steal their stuff, he is the sole gang lord Jacksonville Elementary and the cops haven't caught up to him. Life is good.

Fears: Skullcrusher fears nothing. At least thats what he says anyway, claiming that if a truck hit him it would be totaled or if a snake bit him, it would die. All his cronies believe him, too. However in some dark, secluded part of his heart Skullcrusher fears butterflies. Not enough to make him scream or anything, just enough to go out of his way to kill them. When he rules the world when he’s older he is planning to genocide all the butterflies.

Other: Skullcrusher was at the carnival fair illegally (He had been banned a few years back) to sell drugs and to then steal the cotton candy machine on the way out.  

Task 1:

There are only three things you need to know about me:

#1. I am fire.

#2. I am death.

#3. I am fabulous.

Oh. I lied. There is one other small thing I should mention:

#4. I am going to dominate the world and enslave humanity at some point in the near future, so you might as well surrender all of your Tootsie Rolls to me right now.

Good. I think we have gotten my introduction straightened out, (No, you don’t get one. I have no interest in you.) we can move onto the more pressing matter at hand, that little game I decided it was a good idea to play a few days ago….

You see it all started when I broke into the Carnival to sell some drugs to some simpleton addicts. I myself am not into drugs. I don’t see the point in losing your mind, it seems rather inconvenient for a future dictator. Sugar and caffeine are the only drugs I need. Point being I was just there to pull in a little extra moolah to buy that diamond encrusted steak knife I’ve been eyeing on ebay.

Ok, fine. I also was planning on performing my annual ‘make- the- cotton- candy- machine- disappear’ theft. I figured I could eat all the cotton candy as I watched CSI and MLP reruns on my couch at home while relaxing to the angelic voice of Elvis Presley. I love his music. I love his music more than life. Why the hell did he have to die? When I had all the worlds scientists resurrect him (during my reign as World Dictator) I would have to slap him for that. People just can’t go around dying whenever they feel like it. They should know better.

Anyway I was making my way toward the cotton candy booth after selling off the rest of my Heroine to this dude who looked like he lived on his parents couch when this dude approached me. I sent him a death glare- how DARE he approach me.

This man was perfect. So perfect I would go as far as to say this man looked like a disney prince. He looked like he was out of a freaking boyband. I squinted at him…. I should probably kill him before he lays eggs and multiplies….

He smiled and knelt down so we stood eye to eye. “Hey little fella, are you lost?” He cooed, as if I was some stupid untrained puppy. “You can go get on that coaster while we find your parents-”

I kicked him in the balls and he fell over with a strangled look on his face. “Look here butch, I am not a little fella! I am a weapon of mass destruction and you are to treat me as such or I might strap you a wall and play the balloon pop game with your freaking eyeballs!” I yelled, my right eye twitching rapidly.

His eyes flickered with fear for half a second. “Ummm okay…. We’re running the coaster one last time. Do you want to go on? You don’t need a ticket. Its free.” He got up to his feet with a pained expression on his face.

My eyes widened. “Free? I like free. Free is for me.” I said in a daze, a grin plastering itself on my face as my eyes darted toward the big red roller coaster that sat across from me. I brutally shoved him out of the way and sprinted toward the rapidly forming line at the coaster. It was actually pretty short, a girl with mop of black hair wasted no time boarding us, so it was barely a minute before I was seated next to this angry looking dude with a scar.

He looked fun to annoy.

I poked him.

He didn’t move.

I poked him twice. He stared straight ahead like a zombie. Maybe he was a zombie. I wanted to be a zombie too! I grabbed the side of his face and licked him.

He shoved me aside, finally acknowledging me his discolored eyes wide. “What the hell is wrong with you kid? You don’t lick people! Ew!” He gasped wiping the side of his face on his sleeve.

I decided to disregard his statement completely. Clearly he was no zombie and therefore deserve none of my respect. I punched his face, “Waddare you lookin at bub?! If you keep it up soon you won’t be looking at nothin’ but the lid of a casket!” I yelled, his eyes widened in a way that suggested that he was both confused and scared.

I smiled smugly as I nestled into my seat. The dude muttered something like, “Psycho child…” But I choose to ignore him. He only said it out of fear.

At that second the car jerked forward, I threw my hands in the air. “YEAH BABY!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as we started to ascend the first bump. “WOHOO!” Some people turned around to glare at me as the dude next to me burried his face in his hands as if he couldn’t grasp how he had put next to such an idiot. I decided that I would kill his family.

We reached the top and we soared down the track, people screamed and laughed as we were tossed from side to side and up and down. I pretended I was a fighter pilot and began pretending to shoot peoples heads. First all of the children, then the mass hoard of 19 year olds that seemed to infest the car’s heads exploded (theoretically of course I hadn’t killed anyone- yet) Don’t ask me how I knew their ages, if I told you I’d have to kill you, which actually would be kind of fun- point being don’t ask. Then everyone else followed. I decided that the old hag could be the lone survivor.

Finally the car slowed to a stop. I picked the lock on the bar that held me in a jumped out before everyone else. I then proceeded to exit the entrance (I’m a rebel like that) and skip down into the empty carnival. The girl with the black hair snapped at me, but I ignored her as I came to a stop realizing the carnival was empty. I grinned, I had to stay til closing more often! I darted over to the hotdog stand across the way from the coaster and began shoving the pre wrapped dogs down my throat. I was dimly aware of a crowd forming behind me, muttering in confusion.

I was on my 7th hotdog when a microphone sputtered to life. “Good evening competitors!” A girly voice laughed evilly, “Congratulations, you’ve been selected to play a game.”

I frowned. I had a tight schedule, candy stores to rob, children’s milk money to steal- this had better be a good game.

“A game known as death.” A male voice cut in.

Oh! I liked death! And brutal maulings! Totally rad.

“....For now we are going to give you fifteen minutes to run, make alliances, and find a hiding spot. Sound good?” A few people gasped as I beamed. I loved hide and go seek. I always win at that! The wheels in my evil little mind began to turn.

“Thats all for now. Something a bit easy to start these games off. Don’t worry; the worst is yet to come.” The girly voice cut back in as the microphone shut off and everyone who had been on the roller coaster with me threw their hands in the air and began screaming. I laughed evilly, watching them disperse as I ducked into the hotdog stand.

I watched the silhouettes of three figures exit the booth of the roller coaster, laughing among themselves. I identified the girl who had manned the roller coasters and the disney prince dude that I had kicked in the balls, though the third figured remained yet to be identified, though his head was the color of an apple and I wanted to bite it.

They turned left and I used my ninja moves to stalk them, jumping and rolling from booth to booth, my plan formulating in my head. The best place to hide was in plane sight, so thats where I would hide.

I watched Apple Dude’s head suddenly snap to the right, he darted over to a booth and pulled free the old hag. She began to beat him with her cane screaming bloody murder. Disney Prince Dude tried to grab the old hag from behind but inturn only got beat as well. I wished I had my new iPhone I had picked off a stupid businessman a week ago to film it. Alas, I had work to do though. The Mop-Head Girl stood back laughing her head off as her friends were beaten.

She would pay dearly for her lack of empathy, for this gave me the perfect opportunity to put my plan into motion. While she watched her friends struggle I snuck up behind her all ninja-warrior like. I conked her on the back of the neck with my iron-like fists and quickly yanked her into the shadows of the stands. She moaned and I smacked her 20 more times for good measure, when I was sure she was out, I dragged her into the nearest costume stall and set her down. I searched the costume stall for a corset, and upon finding it yanked my shirt off and tightened it around my waist, giving it a uglyass lady curve. I then yanked her clothes off and donned them. I’m going to just take a second to say; girls are gross.

Anyway, after I forced her belt buckle shut on my stomach I pulled my knife free from my jacket pocket and grabbed the girls head and began scalping her, my knife slicing through the outermost layer of her skin like butter. Blood seeped out like strawberry syrup in my knifes wake. It ended all too soon and I pulled the scalp free from her head, drying it off a little and then smacking it on my head. It fit just like a wig, covering most of my features perfectly.   I allowed myself the luxury of maniacal laughter as I grabbed some pumps and exited the tent, after my allotted time was up I put on my game face and began my search for her pals.

They weren't hard to find surprisingly. I waved and ran over to them, trying not to trip and knock my teeth out in these godforsaken pumps.  These things were a freaking safety hazard! “Hellooooo, boys!” I said in my best sexy woman voice.

They darted over to me. “Sayuri, where did you disappear to?” Apple Head Dude asked, clearly upset. I tried not to snicker at his bruised face from the cane, I have no idea why other’s pain made me so happy.

Sayuri… so that was my name. Gah, it sounds like a type of sushi! Who the hell names their kid after a type of raw, chopped up fish? “Ohhh, you know. I just went to the bathroom to piss and do other lady things that lovely ladies like me do in the bathroom.” I continued, trying to sound convincing.

Apple Head Dude laughed, “You’re hilarious.”

Disney Prince Dude didn’t look nearly as convinced. “Something is…. different about you. I can’t put my finger on it…. Did you down a couple fried doughs while you were gone?”

I smacked him with the cute little purse Sayuri had been carrying. “Are you calling me fat?! DIE WARTHOG!” I screamed hitting him a second time in the balls. He let out a strangled gasp of air and fell sideways like he did earlier.

Apple Head Dude grabbed my wrist to keep me from pounding Disney Prince dude again. “Woah….” He snapped, “Don’t kill Aitius! What has gotten into you?”

Crap. What would a real woman do? I started sobbing (fake of course, I’m no crybaby) and fell into Apple Head Dude’s arms. “I ate the fried doughs! I’m so fat!” I sobbed, my stomach grumbled. “I want more… But I’m too fat! Why don’t you just hit me with a car!” Yeah, that sounded legit.

Apple Head Dude got really stiff and awkward… “Umm its okay…. Aitius- you deal with her!” He shoved me into Aitius’s arms who merely shoved me back.

“Calisto, don’t trouble my perfect brain with the mediocre problems of a girl who ate too much. We’ve got more important things to do- Sayuri, either suck it up or go wait for us back at the coaster.” Aitius said coldly.

I nodded, “I can suck it up… I’m sorry.” I said a bit too eagerly. “Did you find anyone while I was gone?” I asked, wondering how many futures I could ruin.

“We found most everyone actually. We just need to find that fat kid.” Calisto shrugged. “It was pretty disappointing finding everyone so easily. I was hoping for a challenge.”

I resisted the urge to break into more maniacal laughter. This means I had won! Maybe I could go on playing Sushi Girl forever. Haha. “Ohhhh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that… After all you still have two left to find.” I smiled, “That fat kid seemed pretty smart.”

The dude I kicked in the balls earlier scowled, “That kid? He seemed like a spoiled brat to me. He’s probably hiding somewhere sucking his thumb wanting his mommy to come find him!” He threw his head back and laughed arrogantly.

My face darkened as I resisted the urge to brutally impale him with something. “Lets just find them and go eat more fried dough.” I growled stomping off. “Where would you guys hide if you were a scared little boy?” I tried to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

Callisto shrugged, “I don’t know…” He said uselessly. Man these dudes had the intelligence of your average rock, if I was working with them I would have murdered them a long time ago.

When in doubt go eat a load of candy, thats my motto. Without consulting Dumbo #1 and #2 I started walking toward the food stands. They followed me, though Aitius seemed pissed about letting me lead.

I liked his name. It sounded like ‘Ate Us’. I was going to have to legally change my name to that at some later point.

Staying true to my character I walked over to the fried dough stand, it was time for a fillup. My stomach could not be put second. When it calls, I feed it.

Aitius’s jaw dropped. “Why…?”

I glowered at him  stepping into the booth, toward the beautiful fried dough that was wrapped and waiting to be eaten by yours truly. “Never deny a hormonal female her fried dough.” I growled quoting my current foster mother.

He shook his head, “Sayuri, this is getting out of hand. What the hell is wrong with you?” He demanded walking up to me as Calisto lingered uncomfortably in the background. I ignored him stacking the fried doughs I was planning to eat one on top of another. Mwahaha I would eat ALL of them!

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” He growled grabbing my shoulder and yanking me around to face him.

I think I could have held up my act for at least another hour or so if Sayuri hadn’t come around the corner at that moment. I was genuinely surprised to see her alive, I mean I thought she would have bled to death because I scalp her. See if my stupidass teachers had taught me this (A.K.A. the important stuff in life) instead of how to draw a pretty flower I might not have made this mistake.

“THAT OBESE KID FRIGGING SCALPED ME!!! I’M GOING TO MURDER HIM!!!” She screamed looking downright homicidal.

Both Calisto and Aitius’s eyes widened in surprise as they turned to face me. I ripped her bloody scalp from my head and grinned lifting a small piece of fried dough to my mouth. “Checkmate.” I said taking a bite.