Folks im literally so freaking busy this time of year im craSHING

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With heavy and frustrated breaths, Niall stomped out of the control room and back towards the lobby with the animatronics. 

The door that was once locked was now open for Niall to enter into. It led back to the main lobby with the tickets still scattered on the floor. 

The new outfit he had made himself wasn't the warmest. He instinctively reached for his hood, but only grabbed air.

He let out an annoyed groan at himself, and at Harry. 

Where the hell did he disappear to anyways? 

Outside the funhouse doors, he was greeted with the same, bleak scenery. A thick, white fog blanketed the park, making it hard for Niall to navigate. However, it did counteract the gas that was sprayed.

After a couple minutes of roaming around, he was luckily able to stumble across a map of the park. 

The park was a a general rectangle shape, with two distinct parts. One was the fun house, where he just escaped from, and the other was a theater diagonal from where he was from. 

He did notice some other structures outlined like concessions and rides, but it wasn't enough to interest Niall. 

After orienting himself, he wandered forward through the fog, trying his best to avoid tripping. 

However, his attempt was useless as he ended up falling over a small shoe.

"Fucking stupid piece of..." Niall speech was cut short after he realized what he'd tripped over.

 The toddler-like shoe had a blue race car across the middle part of the shoe and flames on the heel side. Niall's heart clenched as he wondered what happened to the poor owner of the shoe. 

Shaking off the feeling of pity, he marched forward through the park on high alert. 

After a couple more minutes of walking, he comes across a small soothsayer booth. 

Deep purple and gold striped cloth cover the booth, leaving little to be seen. A small slit at the center of the booth acted as an entrance, but Niall hesitated to enter. 

He knew that in all horror movies, whenever the character would 'open the closet door' it was automatic death. In his case, it entering the mysterious booth. 

Plus, he didn't have his recorder to capture any suspicious evidence. 

Pursing his lips, he walked away from the booth. 

He knew that it was the safest option, but the gnawing teeth of curiosity soon drove him back to the entrance. 

"Here goes nothing." He mumbled under his breath before opening the curtains and going inside. 

What he saw made his jaw drop but soon rise into a smile. Another person was inside! 

They were sitting at a clothed circle table with a glass ball in the center. Jewels and coins decorated glimmered as they reflected off the small light that hung from the center of the cloth. Dolls were seated on shelves and in the piles of gold. 

The person was a male with midnight black hair, muddy eyes and a tanned complexion. Hair grew from their top lip and their chin. 

They were shirtless, except for a small purple vest, and had on loose pants that clung around the ankles. 

Niall didn't care what this person looked like, he just wanted to talk to someone besides Harry.

"Thank god i've found someone," Niall sighed in relief, "You're not a psycho like Harry, are you?" 

The man's eyes focused on the person in front of him, realizing that this person must be Niall, the newest and most successful trespasser. 

"I would like to assume im not." His soft voice responded, keeping his eyes locked on Niall's every move. 

"Come have a seat." The man invited Niall, pulling out a golden, cushioned seat from the table. 

"Oh, thank god. You wont believe the shit i've been through." Niall almost whined, walking closer to the table and plopping himself down. 

The man's lips twitched into a small smile, "Oh, really, now?" 

"Yes! I almost died, like six times!" Niall exclaimed, "This absolute psychopath, Harry, has been verbally abusing me and stole my property! Plus, i almost drowned and froze to death in that funhouse, madhouse, whatever the hell." 

"Sounds awful," The man spoke, but not much sympathy bled through his words, "I don't think i would've survived something like that." 

It felt good to Niall to have someone to talk to, and someone who could partially understand his pain. 

It felt really fucking good. 

"I dont think i can survive this either," Niall realized, "I dont think getting my recorder back is worth it, i think i should leave." 

He now felt the gaze of the dolls on him and a dreary feeling sprouted in his chest. 

"But you're one of the best performers we've had." The man countered, eyeing the dolls. 

Niall shook his head, "That's not what Harry thought." 

"But that's what we think." He insisted. 

Niall thought for a second, "How have you even seen me? I haven't seen you."

With the swirl of his fingers over the glass ball, Niall began to see a scene in front of him. 

It was when he was in the funhouse, specifically the upside down room, dangling from the rope.

Niall felt a bit uncomfortable and exposed, who all knows of him? He knew there were cameras everywhere since Harry could see him, but he didn't know they were hooked up to the entire park. 

"What else does it show?" He wondered. He hoped to god it didn't show when he took a doll by the entrance. 

After understanding the status those things had, he knew he'd be in deep trouble.

Watching the glass intently, he was shocked to see someone familiar in the glass. 

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cliff hanger :) 

I havent seen my boo in a whole MONTh this sux :(

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