Ryou’s senses were being completely assaulted. Everything smelt like blood and rot, the singing continued to daze him, and everywhere he looked he was bombarded with the most horrific images.
As they walked on, and the officer was shown the varying ‘acts’ he was reminded distantly of a certain killer’s ‘art work’, the poetry behind the gore was clear… a sick irony, a cruel fate.
Every now and again he had to turn away, unable to face what was being shown to him. He gagged at some displays, finding them completely repulsive. Other’s he felt a heavy pang in his chest, feeling helpless and unable to save any of the twisted or mangled showcases…
When they got to the doctor, he physically recalled and turned away. He breathed heavily through his mouth in an attempt to calm himself down.
Bandit’s continued singing was sending chills down his spine, and he couldn’t escape it…
But before he knew it, he was being dragged away again. He had no time to reflect, no time to remorse.
He was thrown into a pit of conflicting images, then forced to simply walk through, unable to help…
Eventually they managed to pass the gruesome acts coming from the tents around them as the Ringleader urged Ryou to walk further, right towards the devil’s maw in the big tent. The Toxic sign flickering in anticipation to Ryou’s arrival while tormented, sick eyes followed his every step even as he had passed them by them.
Bandit smirked and kept his hand on Ryou’s shoulder while they walked. Almost like their past had been wiped out, they were on a complete new area here - records deleted. He was the Ringleader of a twisted Carnival, Ryou his costumer. Now that was quite the difference to their criminal - officer relationship. or was it not?
♫”Fa la la! It’s off to hell we go! Cross your heart and hope to die! It’s off to Hell we go!”♪
As soon as these words passed Bandit’s lips, the devil’s maw opened completely, stopping here and there as the clockwork mechanic failed their purpose before they were forced to continue working. Shadows were dancing within the tent, shadows moving in circles in a green glowing light, green flames shot up around them, torches that were stuck into the ground now guiding the path in a ghoulishly way.
Around Bandit the poor souls that had been disfigured in the most grotesque way began to join his sing sang, moving to the rythym of the music while their claws, fingers and whatever was left of limbs - where stretched towards the Officer.
♫”Fa la la! It’s off to hell we go! Off to hell we go!”♪
And with one last step, Bandit pushed Ryou into the tent and entered it behind him. With a raise of his hand - he silence the crowd and caused the shadows to disappear. An amused smirk on his lips as he looked down at Ryou.
"You see.. This the Underground Carnival. We aim to entertain. Are you entertained, Officer?"