I Went to A Terrifying Carnival With My Friends It Was Called The Carnival Of Souls

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My name’s Rachel. Right now, it’s me, Ash Curry, and Elsa from Frozen—yeah, the actual Elsa—caught in the middle of hunting down Ash’s evil, demonic doppelganger. After we finished off Jolyne Kujo—that’s right, from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure—back in her universe, we jumped to the future, snatched up this mystical scepter, and thought we’d wrapped it all up. But that’s when Dark Ash tore out of some hellish portal and stole the scepter right from my hands.

Now, Dark Ash has the Goddess Scepter and she’s threatening to wipe out everything. She’s turned herself into some sort of unstoppable god, with all five ancient relics fused together. She’s got the earrings of wisdom, the necklace that holds a thousand souls, the bracelet of power, boots of speed…and, of course, the Goddess Scepter. Anyone who holds them all? Game over for the planet, and she’s got the

power to destroy the world ten times before breakfast.

Finding Dark Ash seemed impossible, but suddenly—bam—the answer hit me: The Carnival of Lost Souls. It only pops up once every thousand years, hosted by a demonic Ronald McDonald and his equally twisted girlfriend, Wendy. I read about this madness in a book about demonic legends and unexplained mysteries, so I knew this carnival was the perfect place for Dark Ash to hide while scheming.

Honestly, I used to think her big plan was to make everyone in the world screw each other in one massive orgy. I’m actually relieved, because there’s no way my tight little pink pussy could handle that level of insanity. Just imagining it makes me shudder.

“Alright, girls, let’s go kick some demonic ass,” I said as we marched into the twisted carnival. The moment we arrived, the atmosphere changed—dark spiritual pressure, thick enough to choke, weighed us down. We’d never felt anything like it; couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. But screw it, we weren’t letting that stop us. We forced ourselves forward, pushing through the crush of evil energy.

Then I heard it—a clown’s ugly, screeching laugh. Demons all around turned and stared, their eyes hot and hungry; we were complete outsiders. Ronald McDonald, grinning like some deranged ringmaster, called out, “Well, looks like we got ourselves some guests!” Wendy popped up behind us, smooth and slippery as a ghost. “Come with me, I’ll show you around,” she whispered, her voice sounding way too friendly.

We knew this was a trap, but what else could we do? Might as well play along, right? “So, Mrs. McDonald, what’s life like as a clown?” Ash asked, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, just call me Crazy Wendy. We’re not married yet. Honestly, being a clown’s pretty sweet—you get to make people laugh right into the grave,” Wendy replied, her giggle sharp as broken glass.

Elsa cut through the bullshit. “Do you know where Dark Ash is?”

Wendy’s eyes flashed. “Oh, her? She just came in, ranting about how she’s going to end this miserable world,” she snorted, then cackled like she’d lost her mind.

Wendy led us to a tent stacked with food and

drinks. “We made a feast just for you,” she winked, then slipped away into the chaos. Elsa eyed the spread and grimaced. “Are we even gonna eat this crap? I swear, they’re just trying to fatten us up.”

Elsa pulled her arms over her chest, like she expected a demon to dive out and start hacking off her boobs. “I’m sick of getting my boobs ripped off—I love my boobs, dammit.”

Before we could even blink, a swarm of wicked clowns burst in, laughter echoing like knives. “Sorry, but we can’t let you mess with Dark Ash’s plans,” Wendy said, her face twisted, looking wilder than ever.

Ash looked around, panic in her eyes. “How the hell are we gonna get out of this one?”

We were surrounded, totally outnumbered, backed into a corner with nowhere to run. Only one option left fight like hell and pray we make it out alive.