⛈Cry Baby Carnival⛈
TRIGGER WARNING: Emotions, flashbacks, gore, blood, blood, and more blood.
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"Why are we going there?" you asked softly. Jungkook snuggled you in a white jacket and put tights on your legs. You two stood by the door, ready to head out.
"Well it stopped raining so I wanted to bring you along with me! We're going to have so much fun!" he opened the door and the cold draft pushed itself in, making you step back a bit.
"It's always windy out there when it isn't raining, but you'll be okay." he took your hand in his. "You have me,"
You two reached the cornfields quietly. Your hand was making his warm. The wind was howling, but it was tolerable. Being with Jungkook made you feel protected and you've never felt that before.
The Cry Baby Carnival, the place was filled with dread. The giant Ferris wheel creaked back and forth due to the wind. Graffiti was plastered every now and then.
TURN AROUND
FUCK YOU
THERE ARE EYES EVERYWHERE...
You felt uncomfortable under all this. These signs seemed to warn you, especially the red paint that looks like blood. There were games everywhere and toys abandoned on the floor. The old paint was starting to chip off from the stands and things were completely destroyed.
"Is it safe to be here?"
"Mhm," he nodded, "I always come here to visit."
"Did you write these things on the walls?" He peered over to what you were you looking at.
KILL YOURSELF!!!
"No," he frowned, "sometimes people like to come over here and vandalize. I can't stop them because... they're scary."
Your eyes lingered back to the sign and you saw that floor beneath it was littered with empty beer bottles. Obviously teenagers going on a wild trip over the weekend is normal. They get drunk and since there's no law here close by, they're free to do whatever.
Your stomach started to rumble lowly, diverging your attention. Jungkook took notice and stopped walking to look at you.
"C'mon, let's go eat, then I can show you around some more." he started to run and drag you with him down the endless piles of wet trash rocks.
He made a couple of turns before stopped at a certain tent that was extremely well preserved. It stood tall and clean, as if nothing happened to it. Compared to the other tents around it, this seemed normal.
FIRE AND ICE
Something about it seemed off. The second you walked in there, goosebumps formed in your skin. Inside there were chairs perfectly aligned in columns along with a path down the middle for people to get to their seats.
There was a stage up on top with closed red curtains that gently moved with the wind. Jungkook casually walked down the path and up to the stage before stopped and turning to you.
"Let me show you something," he said.
You followed after him soon after until you were by his side. You took a right and up to the door that led backstage until you heard a disembodied cough behind you. Your head snapped back and frantically looked around, but saw no one.
"Are you okay?"
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
You convinced yourself that it was just your mind playing games. Just like you convinced yourself that the Clown was just an illusion from not getting enough sleep along with the lady you met at night.
"Nevermind, it's nothing." you shook your head.
He chuckled and kissed your temple, "C'mon," he opened the door and you both entered the completely dark room.
You were ready to say something until you heard a noise behind you and a or suddenly turn on. Jungkook held the lighter in his hands and proceeded down the small hallway.
You took advantage of the light and searched around for a moment. There was a table on the side that held papers. Up on the wall above it held a cracked mirror with a brown fedora hanging besides it.
You picked up a sheet delicately between your fingers and in that picture was a couple. A man with a mustache and red suspenders stood next to a pregnant lady who smiled at the camera.
You flipped the paper over and read:
LADY MAGNIFICENT AND HENRY WATERS ~ August 18, 1997
1997?
You remember that date somewhere. That lady. She had something about her. Her eyes were doe-like and her smile.
"Jungkook, how old are you?" you blurted out.
No answer.
Your head lifted up and turned down the hallway, but he wasn't there. Instead, there was a candle on the wall that was on. You figured Jungkook must've left you to wander around while he went backstage.
So, you looked back down at the desk and see yet another entire set of pictures that were hidden under the papers.
They were pictures of the Freaks that used to work here. This was a Carnival, so it was normal to see people with abnormalities. A man with a hand ten times bigger than the other. A magician with his pet monkey. They were truly unique in their own way.
But then you stumbled on the second to the last picture.
The Clown.
He stood there with his hands at his sides, giving you a box-like smile that was covered in red makeup. His face was completely concealed under colors and shapes. You flipped the page into the back.
Kim Taehyung - August 18, 1997
No, there was no way. That Clown was supposed to be a figment of your imagination, not an actually person.
What have you gotten yourself into?
To have another look at him, you flipped it back only to have your heart stop.
He wasn't smiling anymore?
Instead, he stared at you with a deadly look and his hands were behind his back and his makeup was ruined along with his outfit. Just like he did when he was chasing you.
You went back to the other pictures and see that they weren't smiling, either. The bearded lady had a bloody gash in her neck, the Three Midgets had their hands and legs dismembered and scattered on the floor, but only their torsos were standing upright.
They were dead.
You went back to the picture of Lady Magnificent, only to see that she was laying on the floor with the man kneeling next to her, crying. She was no longer pregnant, and had blood on her chest.
Then, the man's head slowly started to move.
His head turned towards you as if he were in a video, except he didn't glare or look mad. He looked sad. You turned the paper over once more.
September 1, 1997
No.
You had to leave this place.
But the second you looked up in the mirror, you saw someone behind you. A boy with red hair looking back at you.
And you screamed.
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November 6, 1997
The screams of a mother were stopped and that was when the baby cried to its place. The doctor picked the screaming child in her hands and cut the cord.
"She's out," the doctor announced handing it over to the nurse who wrapped the baby in a blanket.
Jungwoo's grip on his wife loosened once she started to cry. He sat down next to her on a sofa chair and watched as his baby was being handed over to her.
His phone started to ring in his back pocket, to which he stood up quickly and excused himself.
He went out to the hall and flipped open his mobile, reading the ID before answering.
—"Yeah?"
—"I have some news on the kid."
—"What'd they say?"
—"They gave me full custody of him. Starting tomorrow, I'll be on paid leave to take care of him."
—"Good," he stopped to look around for anyone who might be listening, "I want you to dispose of him as soon as possible." there was a sigh on the other line.
—"I still don't see why you want this kid gone. He's two months old."
—"This kid is going to be an obstacle in the future. Don't you think he'd want answers on who his parents are? Kill him, hide the body, or I will go directly to the police station and turn you in for manslaughter."
—"I don't know what you are talking about."
—"No?" he chuckled darkly, "So you weren't the one who killed his parents? Started a complete riot against them and—"
—"That was your fault!" he spat, "Everyone would be alive if it weren't for your unfaithful wife—"
—"We both have a reason to stay quiet," Jungwoo sighed, "As long as we work together and make sure no one knows what really happened."
—"Right," the man agreed. "so you really want the kid dead?"
—"Just... make sure he isn't in the public eye. I don't care what you do with him at this point, my wife just had my baby."
—"Alright, that's no problem."
—"Very well, I have to go. Make no mistake, Sungjae."
—"Oh, and Jungwoo?"
—"What?"
—"Make sure it's yours this time." he could hear the laugh in his tone.
—"Fuck you,"
He ended the call and threw the phone away in the nearest trash can before going back to the room to see his newborn daughter and pretend everything is okay, leaving the phone turned on in the trash can.
Lee Sungjae — Call Ended
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Present Day
You ran.
You ran back home— or what was supposed to be home.
You truly had enough with these things you keep seeing. So when you locked the front door behind you, you fell back against it and started to cry. Everything or everyone was after you and you didn't know why.
"You always have to mess things up!" a voice said. It sounded quite angry as well.
You look up from your arms. The sound seemed to be coming from around the house. You rose to your feet and descended up the stairs until the you realize the voice wasn't alone.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to see her up close!" another voice defended. You reached a hallway, trying to detect the voice again.
"Do that on your own time, we all want to see her. I wanna see her, but you don't see me sneaking up on her!"
Her?
Who's "her"?
"You're right, Yoongi. You're always right, always! And I am always wrong!" the other said sarcastically.
"Good, you know where you stand." it deadpanned.
You figured out that the voices were coming from one of the rooms in the East Wing. So when you pinpointed the exact room, you quietly grasped the doorknob.
"Fine, I'll be more careful next time. But not forever. Jungkook is going to have to expose us at one point."
Jungkook? They know Jungkook? Jungkook knows them? Who are they?
"He wouldn't do that."
"Uh, yes, he would!" the other rose said matter-of-factly, "C'mon, Taehyung already did it for him, so did Desiree!"
"Because she doesn't want to be here! She still doesn't, I can tell. She just wants to believe that everything has some sort of logic to it. If she finds out about us, she'll run. You know this. Everyone knows this."
"Don't you want to see her, too?"
There was a sigh and a pause,
"Of course I do," it responded.
"She is very beautiful,"
"Hey, back off, man!" the other laughed teasingly.
"What? It's true and you know it—"
You shoved the door open, almost stumbling from leaning so much. You expected to see them there, but the room was completely empty. Closing it behind you, you stepped in more to look around.
It was a simple room with two twin beds facing your direction. The room was divided into what seemed to be assigned to two completely different personalities.
The right side with a window had pictures on the red wall of retro 1990s posters like X-Men and ACDC, and even an old fashioned computer at the corner by the bed.
The left side had dark mint green walls with absolutely no posters on the wall except for a simple clock. The bed had a single thin blanket and pillow. A huge contrast to the red sheets and various throw pillows opposite of it.
"(Y/N), are you here?" you heard Jungkook holler from the downstairs. You completely forgot about him.
Damn, that means you might've even had a chance to run for the hills, back to society instead of going back to the house.
Bummer.
Racing down the steps, you felt glad to see Jungkook in the living room, sitting down on one of the couches with his hands in his hair. He was soaked, and you saw out the window that it was raining again.
"Jungkook?" you whispered from the bottom of the staircase.
His head shot up, evident tears in his eyes before sighing in relief and racing towards you. He pulled you into a tight embrace, arms looped around your waist, snuggling his face in your neck.
"I thought you left me," he hiccuped.
You pulled back to look in his eyes. The sorrow feeling of guilt formed in the pit of your stomach. You completely forgot about him whilst you were running for your life and I'm pretty sure that was the last thing he expected you to do.
"I'm sorry," you apologized.
He pulled you back in,
"It's okay, but why did you run? Why do you keep running?"
"Because I...—" you stammered, trying to find your words before a loud thunder clap roared. Jungkook. Before you knew it, you were falling backwards on your arse and you see the boy race up the stairs as if his life depended on it.
"Jungkook?" you called out for him as he ran to the direction of the hallway you both occupied.
You wondered why he would just up and leave like that until a flash of a white light beamed in your eyes and you looked at the window where the rain was pouring heavily outside.
Pushing yourself off the floor, you decided to go see him. You kept calling for him, but he wouldn't answer. You eventually reached the door to his room. No noise was being made inside, and you worried if he was okay.
"Jungkook?"
No answer.
You turned the knob and pushed the door open, but he wasn't there. Your eyebrows caved in. Everything seemed the same.
"Jungkook?" you singsonged, walking around his room. It was a lot like a little boy's room and it fit him perfectly. You stopped halfway down the room and see that his elbow was sticking out from under the bed.
Was he hiding?
You smiled to yourself and decided to play around more,
"Where could Jungkook be?" you put your fist up to your chin and pretended to think. You opened the door to the bathroom. "Nope, he's not here."
"Maybe he's hiding under the bed...?" his elbow immediately moved to hide himself better and you almost laughed out loud before lifting the skirt of the bed and bending down. "Found you!"
Jungkook screamed before sliding out of the opposite side of the bed to run. You really did laugh and chased him around for a while. "I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you!" you chanted.
He was laughing the entire time, managing to dodge your grasp. He ran to his door and he only managed to open it before you wrapped your arms around his torso.
"No!" he cried. You giggled and pulled him back until the back of your feet hit the foot of the bed. Jungkook turned to you and pushed you down on the bed until he was hovering over you. You relaxed under him and let your arms stretched out on your sides.
And for that moment, you forgot about everything.
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"This Emoji is so aesthetic."
~ Author J.J.