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"And I will kill anyone who enters my park, rah!" A small boy, with a top hat perched on his ginger hair, shouts and waves a toy wand to a group of children.

The camera zooms out, and the ginger kid joins the group.

In unison, they speak. "Thank you for watching our project on the Hell," a couple kids giggle, "Fun Park. This is for Mrs. Tender's eighth grade English class."

"Hi mom!" A blonde hair girl chirps before the screen faded to black.

Niall stares blankly at the screen for a solid minute after the video had finished, then let out a sigh.

He'd been trying to research this mysterious park for two hours now, but had only found useless content.

His two hour's night sleep and minimal productivity threshold was begging him to stop, convincing him that the blueberry muffin by the coffee stand was much more interesting.

But nevertheless, his determination pushed forward and swept the circling thoughts out of his brain and kicked them out of his ear.

If Niall wanted to make a name for himself, he was going to have to report on something no one ever had before, the Hell Fun Park.

Right now, he was a 'white belt' in the reporter line up. But, he wasn't just a normal white belt that was socially accepted with the class mates in the dojo; He was like the older, sweat stained, hairy guy that stood in the back.

In other words, he was a rookie that every one either envied or disliked. His coworkers assumed he got the job because he knew a guy...or girl, who happened to the be daughter-in-law to the CEO's son's friend. 

Niall was proud of his connections, but not of the way people viewed him because of it. He felt underestimated, like his work wasn't truly reviewed or appreciated since it was already expected to be well made. 

That was the one thing about his job that made him the most upset. Sure, for the first couple months he tolerated it, trying to ignore the dismissive comments like a pesky fly. 

But now, a year in, they wrapped their cold hands around his neck and tightened every day, squeezing the tears of frustration out of him as he lied awake at night.

This project was going to be the end of it, he was going to write a story so controversial yet so brave that nobody could skim over his words. 

He was trying to collect base line data to give him a general idea of what he was about to step into. The location was located, the posters were looked at, the safety warnings ignored, but backstory was just slipping through his fingers. 

Why couldn't he place a trick to the curly-haired magician he'd seen on so many posters? Place a reading to the tan, jet-haired fortune teller? 

He only knew what they looked like, but not who they were. It bugged him, these people were obviously key figures in the park.

Niall just wished someone would go explore the park and find an explanation for them, real or fake, until he thought of a genius idea. 

He could be the one to go there! This would be ground breaking and widely read since it has never been reported before!

A wide smile spread across his lips and his body tingled as if his blood had been carbonated, he was finally going to get his big break!

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Niall laid in his bed, staring up at the well-lit ceiling above him. He'd decided to keep the lights on tonight and take some sleeping pills to ease his mind after what he'd read about the park. 

He trusted his computer, and the FBI agent watching him, to not give him any bullshit sites with fake information on it.  

Unfortunately, his trust was broken. But, he half-way blamed himself for turning off 'safe-search'. 

He'd stumbled upon an old legend site, where apparently Hell Fun Park was quite notorious. 

People recounted stories of poisonous gasses spraying through out the park to keep guests 'under-influence'. When doing this, the tricks, fortunes, and experience seemed much more lively. 

It affected the other senses as well. One user reported of tasting the salt in her popcorn so well, she could count the grains. Another told of the music played through the speakers almost lulled her to sleep at one time, then other times, it made her so energetic she could've climbed up the Ferris wheel. 

Other users denounced these testimonies, however. They said these people's memories were hazy, it'd been almost 40 years since the park had shut down. Plus, their perceptions were from when they were children, since it was a child-themed park. 

At first, Niall was suspicious of the park being child-themed since it had a curse word in it, but soon discovered it used to be called Helmer's Fun Park. 

Maybe he could find out who Helmer was, too. 

Maybe, but for now, he's trying to figure how what the best way to sleep comfortably is. 

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spoiler alert its laying on your stomach W NO SOCKS, with your arm under the pillow and one leg propped up :)

also idk about yall but i feel like this chapter was rlly well written! ITs only like 850 words but it took me like an hour lmao. 

i rlly hope you dudes enjoy this tho like im rlly excited for this story! Have a good night :)

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