𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚

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my eyes dart around the dark room we appear to be trapped in, there seemed to be spare carnival pieces in here. the carts from ferris wheels, arcade machines, hell there was even a knock off zoltar in the corner.

"where... are we?" constance slowly asks

"the twilight zone..." someone from behind us speaks up, i have never heard it before. it was a slightly shaky voice. we all turned around to realize that it was ricky who had spoken up. i gasped and took a step away from him in shock

"oh my god, ricky sweetie, you can speak!" ocean states, as if it wasn't obvious.

"it certainly appears that way," he replies. "badass..." he mumbles,

and yet another voice had filled the room,

"you have inserted t-t-t-t-two... loonies!" a mechanic voice echoes, bouncing off the walls of the warehouse

the 6 of us try to protect each other, constance and ocean hugging, noel and mischa also hugging, and i put a hand on ricky's shoulder, gripping it tight.

mischa pulls out of noel's grip looking at him up and down and turn away,

"greetings children, it's time to play." the zoltar machine says. holy shit it can talk,

ocean being the "leader" she is assumed the roll of talking to the ominous machine, constance tries to stop her from making terrible decisions but ends up just restraining herself and pulling her arm back.

i don't really pay attention to what they're saying, instead i talk to ricky.

"hey, ricky?" i ask him while tapping his should to gain his attention

"y/n! what's up?" he responds with a beaming smile. even though we're ultimately dead, it must be nice to finally be able to talk. i wonder if he'll also be able to walk in the after life.

"um so i saw you darting you head around when we first arrive here, did you also hear the screaming?" i question

"yeah i did, that's so weird who was that. do you think they're trying to kill us? wait no we're already dead," he answers his own question. i shake my head,

"did you forget about penny? i thought you were head over heels for her, how do you not recognise her voice?" i implore, there was no way he had forgotten about her, he couldn't have!

"penny? i don't know anyone named penny, who are you on about y/n?" he counters my question,

"you did not forgot! you were in love with her!" I whisper-yelled at him,

"y/n i do not know who you're talking about," he deadpans me and hops away with his crutches.

did everyone forgot about penny or was it just ricky? i'm need to test that theory,

"noel?" i tap his shoulder but i was interrupted with ocean yelling,

"democracy rocks!!" 

she snaps out of her trance-like state and turns over to the machine,

"what the heck was that?" she asks

"your catchphrase, In the interest of the expedition of time, I've taken the liberty of choreographing a few of your moves in advance. Don't bore us; get to the chorus. let's play." he says simply, i decide to step in.

"look karnak, can i call you that? so-" i start

"meet y/n brine, catchphrase:"

i start to move and speak against my own will,