Author's Note
Detective Guide #1:
Well well well, it's about that time isn't it? 
Hello detectives! Welcome to the ride that's about to change your life. Change your life you might ask? Probably for the better and possibly for the worst.
As you can see, I've laid down some objects that might help you discover this case together.
- Magnifying Glass.
- Flashlight and extra batteries.
- Markers (e.g, business cards, chalk, spray paint or some other marker to place by noted evidence items).
- Notebook.
- Paper bags.
- And many more supplies to help you on your case.
As you begin to analyze the story, take note of the first word that is in each chapter, might help you with clues! 
Enough of me rambling on about your mission, I do wish you well as we learn to crack the case together! Don't forget to jot some of your thoughts in the comment section below, it's good to keep all your evidence in check!~ Also, trigger warning, but this first chapter does contain gore, violent descriptions, and adult language so reader discretion is advised! Thank you for reading your guide, and enjoy the chapter~ 
~Chief Zuzu
Prologue
Funtasia: Prologue
By: ZuzuSky21
Darkness.
No light. No hope. No happiness. Just darkness consumed the atmosphere. Complimenting the darkness was the chill simple touch of the rain, soaking the asphalt. In the midst of the rain, soft footsteps were heard in the chill whisper of the night. Heavy tawny boots were digging into the rough pavement. Each boot would sink into the dark puddles that awakened the night. In the middle of the road, a man was walking.
His curly black locks were drenched in the rain, making it harder for him to see. His vision became obscure but that didn’t stop the man from trekking down the street. He left behind a trail of crimson blood which gushed from his stomach. The substance oozed more onto his right hand because the guy didn’t bother to look down to see how much of a bad condition he was in. He gritted his teeth trying to bear the pain as much as possible, but he stopped.
His breathing hitched. His fingers gently touched the wounded area causing more of his blood to trickle down over his pants and shoes. Deeper his fingers went searching for something inside the wound. He became helpless. There he trembled shoving his fingers into the pool of blood. Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, he felt something sharp.
The man chuckled endlessly, slowly pulling out what looked like a large glass shard from between his fingers. He stared at the shard ever so closely, analyzing the ichor that was smothered all over it. A small chuckle escaped his lips once he realized that the rain was washing away the blood from the shard.
“Heh…” He scoffed, spitting out some blood that caved into his mouth. “That lil’ motherfucker is gonna pay for what she did to me.”
He straightened up his jacket as he threw the glass shard onto the ground and began to make his way up the road. He could feel his body telling him that it can’t go on but one thing for sure, he was never the type to back down from a challenge. The more the guy walked up the blackened road the more he had this feeling that someone was watching him. Ever so often, the man would look back and discover that no one is there.
He hunts for his beloved “girlfriend” and remembers the only place she would go to in times of distress. A circus. And not just any circus, but a circus where all her close ones are. He plastered a smile on his face thinking about how brutally he would abuse that woman. And her little friends too so they can witness her death. Let her know that she won’t be dying alone. He feels safe to realize that he is all alone in this world. More so, alone in this dark highway.
But he isn’t alone. Someone is out there. Lurking into the trees, slowly waiting for the right time to pounce. A head peeks out from the bushes, their eyes covered with black paint, a dark eggplant colored mask covering their mouth and a gradient hoodie of indigo and black. Another head pops out in the midst of the bushes. Soon enough, more heads were secretly hiding behind trees and bushes while holding weapons in their hands. Their eyes were black as night as they watched the man struggling to keep himself standing.
A tree branch snapped echoing throughout the night causing the man to stop dead in his tracks. His good sense of hearing picked up signs of someone else’s breathing because the man himself knew that someone was watching him. In that moment, he knew he wasn’t alone anymore.
“I guess it’s about that time huh?” He softly whispered to himself before his right hand held onto the open wound as tightly as possible before he sprinted down the road.
Thousands of gunshots were blazing through the street and that’s when the fleet of people started chasing right after him. The shots sounded as if someone was hitting a flimsy cookie sheet with a hammer. The man was running for his life. The adrenaline rushing through his blood as more of his own blood gushed more onto the pavement. Without a warning, a taller man chased after him from the side, knocking both of the gentlemen to the ground.
The man yelled as one of the men with the black paint kicked him where the open wound was. Squirts of blood splattered onto the pavement until the rest of the men that wore all black started jumping him. Hard fists were penetrating into his skull causing the man to bleed out more. Fierceful blows were made under his chin and chest and the poor guy began to cough up more sangria liquid. Bloody sneakers pounded onto his chest and back as some men would take his legs and crack them, leaving the man helpless. He cried out into the night but no one heard him.
After the dreadful attack, a gunshot was heard making each of the four men to stop dead in their tracks. In the distance, stood a man wearing the same formal attire like the rest of them. A violet raven logo stood out the most on the uniforms that each man was wearing. His gun was pointed into the air and the man who looked like a bloody corpse saw the image dawning closer and closer to him. His footsteps were crushing into the asphalt until his foot crunched the guy’s fingers, making him squeal in pain. He looked up trying to see as best as he could but blood was covering all over his face, making him unrecognizable.
Two of the men held the guy with his arms, stretching him out as if he was a stuffed animal as the man with the gun began to drive his foot onto the bruised male. A dark blurry figure walked closer to the man before blowing him a couple more times, as pieces of his flesh started to peel off. Some of the men watching him were deeply disgusted by the amount of blood that was being drained from his body. The perpetrating scene only lasted for a couple minutes but to him, it felt like hours. The figure inched closer to the body before chuckling to himself.
“You left me no choice Miguel,” The voice, raspy yet with a deep Hispanic accent said before striking the man with another blow.
The man, whose name was Miguel spat blood from his mouth adding a chortle to the moment. “Hahaha, the only choice you have left is to suck my dick.”
The man with the raspy voice tilted his head to alert one of the guys whose fingers clenched onto one of Miguel’s arms. The man twisted Miguel’s left arm, snapping it so far back, his elbow bone popped right out of its socket causing Miguel to wale in pain. Tears were streaming down his face rapidly before the leader of the group started kicking his guts again.
“You got some nerve talkin’ about sucking dicks bro,” The leader snared. “You would shove your little joy con into every woman's mouth, even though they would beg constantly to make you stop.”
“Yo, that’s who he is bro, a fuckin’ womanizah!” One of the men shouted as he spat in Miguel’s face.
Miguel clenched his fists and tried to fight his way back but with every grunt he made, the men would carry out several blows to his head. The pavement was smothered with a pool of Miguel’s blood, dripping down from his head and chest. The leader looked down on Miguel and laughed even harder, pulling him by his drenched collar.
“You’ll nevea learn. Fuckahs like you deserve to be punished!”
The leader clocked out his gun and pointed it to Miguel’s head while the other men stood right behind his leader, dropping Miguel to the ground.
“Any last words?”
Miguel’s mission was to get to that circus and with only four miles of a known radius plus him reaching closer to his death, Miguel knew he wasn’t going to make it. The metal gun pointed right at the bridge of his forehead before the leader looked down at him with a gleam in his eyes.
Miguel grew pale because he knew his fate was coming to an end and there was nowhere to turn too. Terror overtook his face as he was fighting back the tears from his lapis pupils. His heartbeat was pumping slow as if the train was reaching closer to its stop. And his stop was near.
“G-Go to hell!” He exclaimed as the blood from his mouth poured out but with the click of the gun shot, everything in the world seemed to stop.
The bullet left a hole in his forehead that looked exactly like the symbol on Dr. Manhattan’s head. For Miguel also shared the lack of his love for humanity. The crimson drenched corpse laid on the floor as the rain was travelling his blood through the drain. The five men stood there without a care in the world unable to speak about the sight in front of them.
A ringtone was heard from the leader’s pants and with the blood that shed on his fingers, he didn’t care. For the person on the phone was just as important.
“The deed is done,” The leader huffed. The person on the other side of the phone gave a sinister laugh which sent shivers down the leader’s spine.
“Excellent. Just what the doctor ordered~” The chill voice whispered into the mic of the phone and the thick whip of lightning crashed into the sky as the world was ready to embark on a new journey of fear.
