Some Things Can't Be Solved With Just Clues

Chapter 4: The Funhouse

After I listen to much more gay shít about how people didn't know Devan - I mean seriously who the fúck didn't know Devan? His "service" was lit as hell. Anyway, I decide to leave and make my way downtown with my partner, Con, to the place they call "The Funhouse." Connor and I try to walk in, when we are stopped by this tall, buff dude at the entrance.

"You need costumes if you want to get into The Funhouse," he explains, his voice robotic, as if he'd rehearsed it many times before.

"Uhh... what do mean by costumes, sir?" I ask the bouncer.

"Costumes, like the ones you get for Halloween."

Con and I look at each other, and using our fake telepathic powers, we send each other images of a montage of us trying on costumes.

Twenty minutes later, my partner and I arrive back at The Funhouse. I am dressed as the Devil, in remembrance of Devan, and Con, as a ninja.

"Wow, we really do look like God abandoned us," I joke, as we strolled to the tall, wooden entrance of The Funhouse. A loud howling is heard in the distance - after some struggling, I realized it came from inside The Funhouse. We push open the door to reveal the bouncer. We pose eagerly.

"No, no, not those types of costumes. I'm afraid you don't get what I mean. I mean these costumes."

I falter, disappointed, and gasp when I see what he means. You can interpret that as a horrified gasp or an excited one.

The buff dude pulls out a pair of pastel pink wolf ears and a matching fluffy tail for me. Looking at Con and his preferences, he also finds a black, spandex full bodysuit, which covers everything except for his eyes, mouth, and his intimate parts. To add to the outfit, the bouncer also gives Connor a pair of handcuffs designed to look like nunchucks.

Con and I look at each other, and shrug. Walking towards the dressing room, I compare my costume to Con's, and breathe out a sigh of relief.

After putting on the "costume", I glance at the mirror and saw how ridiculous I look.

The things I do for you, Devan.

As we walk into "The Funhouse", I see that it wasn't exactly the scene I imagined. It was a club - and a big one at that. The entire room was pitch black except for the lights that occasionally glittered around the room and the arrayments of glow bands that everyone was wearing. That explained the bouncer but - what about these ridiculous costumes? There were men with all sorts of animal costumes around us and they were all cheering and dancing to loud music that filled the room. Was this a gay club? I thought, staring around, wide eyed. I spot a door with stairs leading down to a basement... a sex dungeon? Shaking out of my thoughts, the one thing I did take notice of was a large cage attached to the ceiling.

"The fúck is that?" Con says, squinting, trying to gaze at the cage but there was suddenly lights that shined, blinding us both.

There stands a very smol girl with a very kawaii costume on - she wears a loose-fitted onesie that looks like a fox. What was pretty fúcking ironic was that this girl is also wearing wolf ears. I mean, can't she just choose one... oh well. The costume isn't as loose in some places, like her hips and legs, which was really sexy in my opinion. Holy shit, the whole outfit and her aura is attractive. All I knew was this girl was en pointe!

Con stares at me as I imitate the ok hand emoji, with a face of confusion. I quickly wave it away.

The men around us begin cheering and howling. Connor and I sit down at a bar and just watch, although I eye her a bit, since I am straight and gay, like Devan.