- 538
- #1
Pegasus by Livewire
Closes: October 15th, 5pm EST
The Nightday Circus stands as regal as it once had 50 years prior, almost as if it hadn’t slowly succumbed to decay and overgrowth throughout the years. Ponies who had visited the circus grounds prior insisted it had been nothing more than a shallow reminder of what it once had been, taken aback at the sight before them. However it had happened was unknown, but the circus looked pleasing to the eye.
The entrance was a tall arch, colored in purple, white, and yellow stripes. The welcoming booth was split into two sides, where a pony in what could be assumed was the employee uniform ushered ponies into two lines. Those who entered past the arches would find a large fairground, carefully segmented into rides, tents, and food stalls. Everywhere one looked a circus employee called out the newest event occurring, giving a sense of bustle and excitement from the moment a pony entered. The smell of popcorn assaulted the senses, which had already begun to struggle to keep up with the orders.
You might be lucky enough to see the leader of it all, Alastor, who slipped in and out of crowds with purpose. His stride was quick, but those who managed to catch him would find his naturally irritable expression did not meet his personality. He welcomed the interactions, gracefully directing those with questions to their correct paths and taking any chance to gush about those who worked for him, which would be the only time his expression truly matched his voice. It was clear the new ringleader loved both the circus and those who worked for him.
To those who managed to catch him he would boast of his favorite attraction; the Haunted House. Once closed even when the Nightday circus was most successful, he delighted in announcing it could finally be enjoyed. “It’s been closed since the beginning,” he’d inform ponies, delight evident in his voice. “Even your grandparents probably never stepped hoof inside, until now.”
The line for the Haunted House was long, curling through the nearby food stalls (which were strategically placed with expectations that ponies would be waiting a while) and ending somewhere near the snake-charmer tent. The house looked old and Victorian, lacking any decor. “We let the house speak for itself,” the attendant before it commented. The door is left wide open, revealing a deep abyss. The sounds of playful shrieks can be heard from inside, with partakers exiting adorned with bright smiles and nervous laughs.
Throughout all of this, there is an aura of….something. Something big feels around the corner, although no one can pinpoint what it is. The feeling blossoms before the Haunted House doors, as if enticing all those who pass by. Even the circus runners have no clue what tickles the edge of their minds. Excitement? Apprehension? Hope? Whatever it is many seem to share it, bringing fair-goers back to the grounds throughout the month in search of discovering the answer.
What about you?
Do you feel it -- that nagging sensation of something?
Will you seek the answer, or will you go home, content with the lingering scent of popcorn and prizes tucked under your arm?
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