Happy Times Circus

Nothing could have prepared us for the horrific events that foreshadowed over us, during our long journey to find Pinkie Pie....

We did our usual tactical routine when it came to searches. Go to your right....search each room.....after you were done; Follow up with your left.

We walked to the right side of a brick building, onto a white pavement walkway off from the gravel road. We've entered into a small alleyway. The small alleyway contained two copies of the previous newpapers we've quickly glanced over, and a old empty wine bottle full of dust. We trotted together, as we've peered into the entrance of a left green building, located from within the alleyway. As we passed the entrance, we've viewed more full soda cans, with metal rebar compiled on the floor near the entrance. We continued onward, into a fenced back yard of a brick building. The bushes and natural green shrubbery caught my eye next to a odd anomaly....

A curling black tree root protruded up from the ground. It's base contained...a colorful aged cotton candy substance compiled around the base of the root. The tree choked with violet, dark blue, and dark orange roots that emerged from the cotton candied ground. Rarity made a comment from the unusal scene...

"What on Earth is that, darling?" Rarity pointed with her hoof to the unnatual tree protrusion. I called Twilight over to use her magic, to scoop up a sample of the colored substance, and told her to place it on the ground before us. Twilight rested the material on a spot near us for observation, as the odd substance bubbled and sunk into the soft earth....

We were speechless and flabbergasted to view such a scene, however, we moved onward from the back yard into the back entrance of the building. Located near the entrance of the back of the building, rested a small bloodied skull with rotted teeth, planted into the ground guarding the back of the fenced area. The front plane of the skull was pointed toward the back entrance of the brick building. Rainbow Dash cautiously attempted to move the small skull with her hoof, but it wouldn't budge from the position from which it rested on the grassy yard. My survival instincts clicked into gear, as a descending vibration of evil, drifted into the group from the town. I sensed that the previous citizens who populated this town, were long gone and dead.....An evil entity of some sort drew Pinkie Pie into this God fosakened town.

I shuffled though the back entrance first, as the girls carefully trailed in behind me. A predated 1950's window shade covered the outside world to the left of us, while another red soda can laid near the back entrance. We slowly walked forward, as I peered out of the right window that was partially lifted......

I saw the bloodied skull from the back yard. It previously shifted it's position...into our direction. Something moved it to our direction without our consent. The front base pointed directly toward the windowsill without warning. This gave me shivers down my spine. We've spotted a small ladder from within the room, leading into the next story of the building.

My hands took hold of the cold steel bars, as we climbed in single file into the second story of the building. We looked around in the room, only to spot a severed human arm...hastily crawling forward to Applejacks legs....

The animated severed arm screeched at her, as it used a grabbing motion to shift and drag itself toward Applejack.

Applejack jumped in shock and flung her body into the air. She landed in full force onto the severed bloodied arm. The arm imploded in a blood bath, as a hurl of pain from it rattled the air. There was little chunks of flesh evidence from the arm, as the blood around it evaporated into thin air.

Applejack caught her breathe, as the girls ran over and attempted to confort her. My eyes were wide from the encounter. I trailed over to the left of us, to see a wall of missing bricks, to a similar...colorful substance from the tree root that flashed repeatedly into the room. We walked back into the back yard. The skull shifted back into its normal position without any of us seeing it do so.

We jogged into the left entrance of a green painted house from the small alleyway. We peered into the first room to the right of the small hallway. All six of us shuffled cautiously inside. We looked around in the inside interior of the room. Nothing really unusual about this room from what we've observed.....A small, pendant pull chain light bulb was located in the center of the ceiling of this room. To the left of the light bulb, was decaying damp drywall and plaster that exposed the walls interior wooden planks, used to assemble the building. We continued down the hall to the second room to the right. Something was odd about this room however, as the blue carpet on the floor looked as if it never naturally aged...

As we stepped into the room....A violent, sudden flash of colorful circus stripes appeared on the walls. A rapid appearance of multi colored balloons, all simultainously appeared out of thin air. A demonic rotting clown rematerialized into the room that caught us in shock.

The clown was a hideous creation, created from a demented child's nightmare... It contained brown leathery rotting skin with globs of white paint covering it's head. It contained wiry orange clown hair, and a green bloodstained jumpsuit with yellow baggy pants. It's eyes were completely milky white and calloused. It shifted it's right hand at us, and launched a familiar electro-static ball in our direction. We ducked in unison, as it collided into three red balloons that blew up in blood behind us.

I could never fully comprehend why some humans had clownophobia....until you stepped into my shoes and witnessed the horrors that unfolded before us. My defence mechanisms activated from adrenaline pumping in my body.

"Follow the staircase behind me girls!" I shouted to them. They trailed right behind me upwards on the staircase, located at the end of the hall.

We stumbled on our way into a bizarre room. It looked as if...an adverse colorful clown world, was melding into the architecture of the building. Multicolored stripes were exposed between two tattered window curtains. The clown interior architecture shifted with streaming bright colors. I spotted an old Remmington 870 shotgun to the opposite side of the warping room.

I inspected the action and worked the slide, which was preloaded with six red 12 gauge shells. The girls regained some confidence...as I readied the shotgun to my right shoulder. We trailed slowly down the flight of steps, as I turned my head to the left of me and spotted a sinister clown portrait.

Normally, clowns would look cheerful and ecstatic within a normal photo shoot. This clown portrait however....emitted an negative vibe from it. The clown in the picture had a bald spot with red clown hair. The clown inside the picture was downright menacing looking. The portrait glared at the girls and I, while we recieved goosebumps as a result. After the goosebumps faded, I concentrated on the clown demon down stairs waiting for us....

I swung the muzzle and pointed the shotgun at our adversary, which let out an unplesant demonic moan. I sqeezed the trigger of the 870. The shotgun recoiled into my shoulder. The demonic clown imploded, as all of its internals trailed all over the room. It's head skitted over to me in a trail of blood....as I kicked it away from me. I was too disturbed by the head blankly staring at me. The head imploded into a blood ball, as it crashed into a nearby wall.

We were all seasoned by the events of Unloved, but that journey seemed like a complete understatement in the name of everything evil....that we've encountered in this abandoned ghost town. Fluttershy curiously reached out to a green balloon located inside the house, only to have it pop in front of her. We all jumped from the incident, to only have a few 12 gauge shotgun shells fall from the green balloon.

How the hell was that possible? The weight from the shells would have made the balloon sink to the ground. We really did not have the time at the moment, to think about green balloons defying the laws of gravity. We made our way out of the green house.

We continued foward to the left brick building, parallel from the green house. A few missing bricks exposed the crumbling interior of the wall. The wall's interior visibly faced us from the side of the street. Again, we've traveled into another small alleyway, passing an old dusted liquor bottle to the right entrance of a stone bricked home. The back of the brick building, revealed an entryway into the house with a small square porch of concrete. The ceiling's interior of the home was covered in cob webs. Nothing else was to be seen...except for another pendant type lightbulb, old tattered curtains on a window, and a staircase that lead us to the second floor. The second floor was pretty much barren, except for a few empty bottles and old unopened flat sodas. We located a small vietnam era empty backpack, covered in a thick layer of dust sitting in a corner. Rarity attempted to air out the old bag by a nearby window, and levitated the bag near me in generosity. I threw in the spare shotgun shells that we found from the other brick building. We continued on into the stone block house on the right.

Nothing really interesting about this house...exept for the same bizarre colorful substance that was merging inside of the interior of the wall. We moved onto the street once again to the next house on the right.

The entrance of this house contained a old style porch with termite infested wooden guard rails. I stepped onto the creeking porch, with the girls slowly paced behind me. We made our way into the entrance of the house...with the same old musty smell that tainted every house inside the town homes. The front entrance room was completely empty from our observation, until Fluttershy caught something to the left of us....

"What's...that?" She pointed with her hoof to the left of the interior of the front entrance.

We walked over on creeking floor boards, to reveal a small clown statue, reminiscent to the clown portrait from the house with the dead clown demon. The small statue held two balloons with it's left arm, and pointed directly to a blank spot on the wall, near a corner within the room. Rainbow Dash attempted to pick up the small clown statue for closer observation, when it slipped out of her hoof and dropped on the floor. The small clown statue....bled from the side of it's cracked base. A narrow pathway opened up from the spot from which the clown statue was pointing at previously from before. I ventured into the small narrow corridor pathway, as the girls scrunched in behind me.

After making a few sharp turns within the pathway, we spotted another small bloodied skull facing directly at us from a room, as we stepped out of the maze into this new room. The skull suddenly invigorated with life, as the base of it's jaw crackled with a faint heckling giggle....as it bounced toward me. I squeezed off a round into the base of it skull on the floor. It imploded in bone fragments and parts of living flesh....that moved on its own. Twilight suddenly shrieked in pain from behind us......

"AH! get it off of me!" Twilight screamed as the girls phased out of their state of shock, from the bouncing skull that laid in fragments.

Another two bloodied skulls attached themselves onto Twilight's rear legs. The girls attempted to pull the skulls off from her in panic. Applejack and Rainbow Dash finally removed the bloodied skulls from her hind legs. Twilight fell to the floor in pain. Rarity and Fluttershy darted to help her on the floor. The skulls chattered and emitted a low demonic giggle toward Applejack and Dash. They both threw the skulls with full force at a nearby wall, where the skulls bursted into fragments. I tore off a piece of my clothing, as an improvised bandage for Twilight, as Applejack used her tail ribbon for another improvised bandage.

"Oww..." Twilight groaned in pain from the bite marks around her ankles from the bloodied skulls.

"You think you can walk on your own?" I asked her, after we applied and tightened the makeshift bandages to her legs.

"I think....I'll be alright for now" Twilight said while biting her lower lip from the pain. Rarity and Fluttershy supported her up, so that she could stand on her hooves. It was time that I made another plan for all of us. I looked around inside the new interior of the room. We spotted an elongated map of the town on a nearby wall. We dashed over to investigate the map.

Finally, something useful that we could all benefit from. The map contained full details of the entire town, with a marker on the map, labeling where we were located from within the house of the map. To the east of the town according to the map, were old power lines that supplied lines of electricity into the town. To the right of the powerlines contained a dotted path to an old cabin. After the dotted lines followed into the old cabin, the south of the cabin contained more dotted lines.....leading to a clown portal....

A clown portal, are you serious? Your telling me that these demonic creatures....are from a clown portal? As ridiculous as this may seem, this was no laughing matter due to the fact that Pinkie Pinkie blindly sprinted into this town. I trailed my eyes back to the cluster of homes on the map. My eyes followed north of the map, where a large building labeled 'S-Mart' served as the main grocery store of the town. Northwest of the 'S-Mart', was a place according on the map, called the 'IT PIT'. I backed away from the map, to reveal a scribbled message to the right on the map. The message shed some light of hope, hinting to Pinkie Pie's disappearance. Below the note....contained a warning note. I read the entire note aloud to the group:

"Send Angel back to clown hell.....If you dare...."

"Get your friend back by destroying what evil lies in the IT PIT."

I turned over to Fluttershy, who's hooves were placed over her mouth and her eyes widened in horror. Rarity and I rushed over to her for confort. Fluttershy shifted over to me and hugged me in horror. I placed my arms around her, despite of this warning message. She looked up at me, with a great disturbance and worry for her pet rabbit, Angel.

"Um...Ry...That can't possibly mean my pet rabbit Angel.....Can it?" She asked in great fear for her beloved pet. I had to say something conforting to her to relieve some tension from the warning note. I stormed up an excuse for the warning note for her.

"Flutters, whatever that sign is referring to....must be some kind of fallen angel. It doesn't refer to your beloved pet Angel sweetheart. Let's get Pinkie Pie back from this so called IT PIT however, but let's also be extremely alert. It could be a trap just like from last time...And one other thing, let's look for some more firearms as well...." I told the group with motivation, while easing Fluttershy in my arms. A fallen angel...back to clown hell....that made sense....right?

To the left of the map, was the same clown from the previous clown portrait. This time however, his eyes were closed...as if the clown was sleeping. Rainbow Dash reached to the portrait...when the clown portrait awoken on it's own. The clown's eyes emitted a beady red...while exposing it's unholy razor sharp teeth at us in surprise. We flung backwards as a result of this.

Something moved from the outside, as the sleeping clown portrait acted like a trigger switch. I lead the girls back into the narrow maze. A small bloodied skull caught me in surprise, as we made a left turn in the corridor. I kicked it with all of my might from my right foot. It bursted into fragments of bone and blood.......