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"Finally," Sneeg thought to himself, "I'm next on the carousel to victory!" The only thing between him and his turn to say his piece was The Puzzler messing with Frank the skeleton. As soon as they spun, he could tell everyone how cool it would be to get out of here. Before his turn came, Sneeg's vision was blocked by The Puzzler holding a Blue and white hat.
"Say, this matches you, doesn't it?" He looked between Sneeg's outfit and the hat in his hand. Sneeg sighed, knowing that the hat would just mess up his hair. This was just one big waste of time before his turn.
"Sure man, I'm not really a hat guy but whatever," he just wanted this to be over with. Before he could protest, the hat was put over Sneeg's pouf of brown hair.
The ground lurched below him. It was as if he had been sprayed in the face with ice cold water, and yet every nerve in his body burned like fire. The warehouse around him shifted from an opportunity to win an imaginary prize, to just what it was. A prison feeding off of the attention from a far off audience.
"I think it matches you quite well!" Sneeg's head swiveled to The Puzzler, he could feel the blood drain from his face. Vaguely he registered the voice continue to talk but all he could feel was the immediate danger he was in. Looking to his left, the once silly skeletal face of Frank registered as a very real and very dead person. Thankfully, still just a skeleton, but real and aged as opposed to the plastic bones before. The vague sobs of the girl next to him registered next. The poor girl was breaking down, and yet something felt off about the way she held herself.
A second voice spoke in the distance, Sneeg's eyes shot towards the sound. Across the room, a man laid on a stretcher. He had never been more thankful to be at a lower point of view because this man was obviously split open, bleeding across the table. The Puzzler talked to him as though he could say anything, but his chest only rose and fell weakly. Barely alive, unfortunately enough.
Sneeg felt his heart drop as the carousel started moving once again. A quick glance toward the control panel showed a young person, Ranboo he thinks he heard, behind the switch. The kid looked terrified and panicked. When they finally stopped spinning, bright lights shone into his eyes. His turn for this sick game had finally come.
He had to get out of this place. Come up with a reason to stand up and escape. Play into the idea that the fog was still clouding his eyes.
"Uhh…" shit. He had nothing. Looking around, nothing jumped out to him. No ideas. No plan. No way out. "My name is Sneeg and uhm…" a thought, but surely not one that would work… right? "I actually need to use the bathroom." Silence filled the room.
"Yeah actually I like, really have to go. Like, in a bad way." He tried to keep the fear out of his voice.
The Puzzler stared at him, "How bad do you have to go to the bathroom?" He sounded skeptical.
"Pretty bad!" He argued back and forth for a bit, trying to make it seem like it was just a minor setback before his turn on the chopping block. Finally the Puzzler relented, telling his rats to untie him. When they got closer, Sneeg tried his best to keep his breath steady, slowly standing up off of the metal circle.
"Just make it quick please" He was dismissed with a wave of the Puzzler's hand.
"Yeah, of course," before leaving the cage, Sneeg walked up to Ranboo, still staring at him with fear and pity in his eyes. "I'll be right back." He meant it as a promise. Intending to make it out of here and get the police, army, anyone, and free everyone strapped to that God forsaken carousel.
As inconspicuously as he could manage, Sneeg walked to the opening of the wire fence. Passing the entrance, his walk turned into a jog. Rounding the corner, his jog broke into a full on sprint.
Filled with adrenaline, he made a mad dash down the hallway. A red Exit sign illuminated the distance, his lungs started burning. The sign pointed down another narrow hallway. No time passed before footsteps echoed towards him from the darkness beyond. Panic finally gripped his heart like a vice. He turned with enough speed that his shoe slid against the ground, launching him toward the floor. Pounding on the ground got closer as he picked himself up, high-tailing away from the so-called exit. Another sign in the distance showed a different exit way.
The thunderous sounds behind him didn't stop, steadily growing closer as Sneeg followed sign after sign. Not daring to stop and catch his breath. Finally, another hallway lead off from the illuminated escape route. White LED's shined overhead as his sneakers smacked against the floor, so close to-
"Fuck!" The exit door was barricaded by wooden beams. Quick tugs proved ineffective, nails holding the wood securely in place. Loud choruses of steps struck Sneeg's heart. He had cornered himself. Turning, the only thing he could see was a horde of people in suits and masks reaching out for him.
Hands gripped his wrists like shackles. They dragged him forward, toward the hallway he had just ran from.
"LET ME GO!" He pleaded, feeling as though his words were said on deaf ears. Struggling felt useless, but he still tried, unable to break the iron grips of these "people". His heart hammered in his chest. Then all at once, he was back in the Carousel room.
"What are you doing! No! NO!" Sneeg looked to the others in the room, but it was as if the world was put on pause. Most of his captors had peeled off, leaving just two wrestling him into a chair in the corner of the room. "What kind of a sick place is this!" He yelled out to no one in particular.
Someone approached with a mask similar to one from the horde of people.
"I don't belong here! No!" He didn't escape.
"Let me go!" He wouldn't be free.
Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO!" He wouldn't save anyone.
The mask slipped over his face. Mist settled into his brain. Fear etched out of his mind. Almost robotically, he stood and walked back to his place on the carousel. A hat was placed comfortably on his head. All at once time unfroze.
"Finally," Sneeg thought to himself, "it's my turn!"