Dan and I sat in a tent that we got to from the “Clowns” section of Pie-eye’s tent. There was still laughing coming from somewhere, but I had yet to find out from where. I thought maybe the reflections in the mirror maze were laughing loud enough for it to echo throughout this entire place.
“I want to know what’s going on Dan. You know more than you’re letting on,” I suddenly said absent mindedly. After how the encounter with Pie-eyes had gone on I was getting more worried with what I’d gotten myself into. But, being in the point of no return I figured it was no hope trying to get out of it. After managing to croak my name to answer Pie-eyes question he laughed. His entire body moved when he laughed, not just his huge gut, and pie filling dripped from his eye socket to the muddy ground. Then, once finished laughing at my name, he told Dan to escort me to this tent.
“It’s a circus Sam. Put on a good show and you won’t get fired,” Dan responded, suddenly standing.
“Listen Dan, I don’t know what you expect me to do without knowing anything about this place.” Dan sighed heavily and scratched at his head under the red afro wig.
“Pie-eyes is a clown like you Sam… -er, he used to be at least. His entire point as a clown was to have pies thrown at him.”
“Well, you don’t have very many options when your stage names Pie-eyes,” I said. Dan snickered a little but remained serious.
“Well. He got fed up with it. His pain was laughed at Sam. So, he figured people would think it was hilarious to make a circus made up entirely of pain.” I waited for him to say something else, but he stopped. I had no clue what to say.
“Why are we here?”
“He thinks you need saving from us Sam. He’s sees himself in you. He wants you to help him.” I didn’t know how to respond to the weirdest job offer I’d ever gotten. Everything felt off, crooked, cracked. Suddenly the curly mustached man who’d greeted us stepped into the gate with a big smile on his face.
“Show time,” he cooed at us.
The stage was dirty and old. The chairs were few, but all empty. The atmosphere of the entire place was unbearable. From here I knew I could hear the maniacal laughing and could see rollercoasters running vigorously on the horizon. Pie-eyes stood at the end of the stage, shouting things as if there were an audience. I imagined pushing him off, wondered what kind of damage it’d do, how long it’d take him to stand again.
“And now,” he yelled generically, “we introduce our newest act, Pie tin Penelope!” Applause came from somewhere, probably the other people preparing for the show. Pie tin Penelope stepped out, a woman with crazy orange hair sticking out in every possible direction, and a Pie tin with a smile drawn in a thick red marker stuck on her face. I immediately realized who the face under the tin belonged to. Silly Samantha was Pie tin Penelope.
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