Suzy’s Strange Saga
The more you think about it, the idea of sleeping in possibly cramped quarters isn’t exactly appealing, not to mention Klepto said the place wasn’t the cleanest. If you lay down the law to Lifto, you’re fairly certain he won’t try anything.
“Okay Lifto, get your stuff, you can stay over, but I think you know I don’t need to tell you to not try anything.”
“Sure. Really, it’ll be nice just to stay some place less crowded for a change.” Lifto remarks and goes to trailer to get whatever it is he’s going to need for the night.
Klepto looks a little disappointed, but says nothing and just meekly heads back to his trailer as well. You already can imagine how rumors are going to spread, but you really can’t worry about that now. You’re not going to worry about possible “hurt” feelings especially when you’re not involved with anyone here anyway.
Lifto and you soon head over to your trailer.
“Haven’t really had a chance to completely clean up since I was given the place.” You mention.
“Still cleaner than our place, and I’ve been over here a couple times when Ranko had it. Trust me it’s starting to look better already.”
“(Yawn) Thanks. Man, didn’t realize I was getting so sleeping so quickly. I’m going to bed.”
“Sure. I’m probably going to be awake for a little while longer, and eventually sleep on the floor.”
“You sure you’re going to be okay? I mean I know you have to sleep as well.”
“I’m sort of a light sleeper, so even when I do fall asleep, I’ll easily be able to wake up if someone even tries to pick the lock and creep in here. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”
You settle down to sleep and speak about a few superficial things to Lifto about how you think you’re fitting in here and how you’re glad he’s staying here the night. He of course is very positive and tries to reassure you that it’ll just take awhile, but eventually the rest of the carnies will accept you.
You aren’t inclined to believe that, but it’s nice to hear before you fall asleep.
At some point in the night you’re awakened by Lifto noisily rushing to the door.
“What the hell?” you utter still half asleep.
“Suzy, stay where you are, some motherfucker’s trying to break in!” he shouts and with some sort of blunt object in hand he slams the door open. It doesn’t sound like he hit the person with the door, but you do hear a scuffle outside.
You look out the window and see who Lifto is fighting with and it’s an equally large man. It’s same creepy retard that was staring at you all day today. You knew it wasn’t going to be safe to be here alone.
You quickly look around for a weapon of your own to help Lifto. Hopefully with all the noise someone else from the carnival will come running to help. (You hope)
Grabbing a knife you cautiously head towards the door still hearing the fighting between Lifto and the retarded hick. You open the door and see them both rolling on the ground. You can’t really help due to the retard not being still enough for you to be confident to stab at him, not to mention you’re really scared about this whole situation.
Nobody is out to help out either. You call out a couple times and you know it has to be loud enough for SOMEONE to hear now, but its like you’re not being helped on purpose.
Lifto and the retard are really going at it and unfortunately it’s starting to look like the retard is getting the upper hand. You really don’t want to leave, but you figure the best you can do is to go get help from the other clowns.
You turn to run and you manage to get to the end of your trailer, before someone trips you to the ground in the dark followed by a blunt object smashing you in the back of the head. You go unconscious immediately.
When you wake up, you’re groggy, naked and firmly strapped to a medical gurney of some sort. You also have a ball gag in your mouth. The room you’re in looks to be some sort of basement with a bright light hanging overhead.
The stench of chemicals fills the air and to your left in a darker corner of the room you see a man in a doctor’s coat hovering over another gurney with a body on it.
Naturally in such a state you start to panic and ineffectively struggle to get free. The “doctor” hears you and walks over to you.
“Oh, you’re up. I’ll have to give you more sedative. When Jed and Hugo brought you in, I thought you were going to be a useless slab of meat like they normally bring in. I was glad they showed some restraint this time. Honestly I’m very surprised they just didn’t keep you themselves and have some good ol’ fashioned fun or at least a quick in out before handing you over, but Jed did mention something about having to haul ass from your carnival as quick as possible.”
As you continue to try to struggle and make muted sounds to cry out, the doctor begins fondling you and moving his hands to roam all over your body.
“Mmmm, nice. Not as great as my sister, but then none of them ever are. If I had the time, I’d probably shove it in your vertical smile for a while, but sadly I don’t.”
The doctor goes over to a tray and grabs some sort of syringe he fully intends on use on you and you’ve gone from mere panic to sheer terror.
“Really, you’re luckier than most that come through here. Normally I keep ‘em awake when I do my work, but I need you unconscious to take out those pretty eyes and other vital organs of yours. Wouldn’t want you thrashing about or blinking to cause me to cut them all up and making them useless.”
You watch helplessly as the needle goes into your arm. The tears run down your cheeks.
“There we go. Won’t be long now. (Sigh) I swear it seems like I never get to enjoy my work any more though. I really would’ve liked to have fun with you. Oh well, I’ve got some other things to still look forward to.”
You drift into unconsciousness again and your life ends where you ironically spent most of your time.
A basement.
“Okay Lifto, get your stuff, you can stay over, but I think you know I don’t need to tell you to not try anything.”
“Sure. Really, it’ll be nice just to stay some place less crowded for a change.” Lifto remarks and goes to trailer to get whatever it is he’s going to need for the night.
Klepto looks a little disappointed, but says nothing and just meekly heads back to his trailer as well. You already can imagine how rumors are going to spread, but you really can’t worry about that now. You’re not going to worry about possible “hurt” feelings especially when you’re not involved with anyone here anyway.
Lifto and you soon head over to your trailer.
“Haven’t really had a chance to completely clean up since I was given the place.” You mention.
“Still cleaner than our place, and I’ve been over here a couple times when Ranko had it. Trust me it’s starting to look better already.”
“(Yawn) Thanks. Man, didn’t realize I was getting so sleeping so quickly. I’m going to bed.”
“Sure. I’m probably going to be awake for a little while longer, and eventually sleep on the floor.”
“You sure you’re going to be okay? I mean I know you have to sleep as well.”
“I’m sort of a light sleeper, so even when I do fall asleep, I’ll easily be able to wake up if someone even tries to pick the lock and creep in here. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”
You settle down to sleep and speak about a few superficial things to Lifto about how you think you’re fitting in here and how you’re glad he’s staying here the night. He of course is very positive and tries to reassure you that it’ll just take awhile, but eventually the rest of the carnies will accept you.
You aren’t inclined to believe that, but it’s nice to hear before you fall asleep.
At some point in the night you’re awakened by Lifto noisily rushing to the door.
“What the hell?” you utter still half asleep.
“Suzy, stay where you are, some motherfucker’s trying to break in!” he shouts and with some sort of blunt object in hand he slams the door open. It doesn’t sound like he hit the person with the door, but you do hear a scuffle outside.
You look out the window and see who Lifto is fighting with and it’s an equally large man. It’s same creepy retard that was staring at you all day today. You knew it wasn’t going to be safe to be here alone.
You quickly look around for a weapon of your own to help Lifto. Hopefully with all the noise someone else from the carnival will come running to help. (You hope)
Grabbing a knife you cautiously head towards the door still hearing the fighting between Lifto and the retarded hick. You open the door and see them both rolling on the ground. You can’t really help due to the retard not being still enough for you to be confident to stab at him, not to mention you’re really scared about this whole situation.
Nobody is out to help out either. You call out a couple times and you know it has to be loud enough for SOMEONE to hear now, but its like you’re not being helped on purpose.
Lifto and the retard are really going at it and unfortunately it’s starting to look like the retard is getting the upper hand. You really don’t want to leave, but you figure the best you can do is to go get help from the other clowns.
You turn to run and you manage to get to the end of your trailer, before someone trips you to the ground in the dark followed by a blunt object smashing you in the back of the head. You go unconscious immediately.
When you wake up, you’re groggy, naked and firmly strapped to a medical gurney of some sort. You also have a ball gag in your mouth. The room you’re in looks to be some sort of basement with a bright light hanging overhead.
The stench of chemicals fills the air and to your left in a darker corner of the room you see a man in a doctor’s coat hovering over another gurney with a body on it.
Naturally in such a state you start to panic and ineffectively struggle to get free. The “doctor” hears you and walks over to you.
“Oh, you’re up. I’ll have to give you more sedative. When Jed and Hugo brought you in, I thought you were going to be a useless slab of meat like they normally bring in. I was glad they showed some restraint this time. Honestly I’m very surprised they just didn’t keep you themselves and have some good ol’ fashioned fun or at least a quick in out before handing you over, but Jed did mention something about having to haul ass from your carnival as quick as possible.”
As you continue to try to struggle and make muted sounds to cry out, the doctor begins fondling you and moving his hands to roam all over your body.
“Mmmm, nice. Not as great as my sister, but then none of them ever are. If I had the time, I’d probably shove it in your vertical smile for a while, but sadly I don’t.”
The doctor goes over to a tray and grabs some sort of syringe he fully intends on use on you and you’ve gone from mere panic to sheer terror.
“Really, you’re luckier than most that come through here. Normally I keep ‘em awake when I do my work, but I need you unconscious to take out those pretty eyes and other vital organs of yours. Wouldn’t want you thrashing about or blinking to cause me to cut them all up and making them useless.”
You watch helplessly as the needle goes into your arm. The tears run down your cheeks.
“There we go. Won’t be long now. (Sigh) I swear it seems like I never get to enjoy my work any more though. I really would’ve liked to have fun with you. Oh well, I’ve got some other things to still look forward to.”
You drift into unconsciousness again and your life ends where you ironically spent most of your time.
A basement.
