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Started August 18, 2018 by @Dirt

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John woke up, stretching like a cat and a calm smile on his face. Until he opened his eyes. They were in a tent surrounded by dark beasts roaming around them. He frowned as he looked at who accompanied him, “My guess would be hallucinogens unless you all are seeing them too?”

Lucy looked over at the boy that just woke up. "hey look another one!" she said running over to him. "oh and don't worry about the monsters they can't get in. well, at least we don't think we can."

“Alright, so what kinda nightmare is this?” John asked casually, looking at his hands skeptically, “Is an eel going to jump out of my chest or something?”

Lilly looked at him confused. "can you remember anything from before you woke up?"

John frowned, “So this isn’t a dream. Interesting,” He looked at the monsters with narrowed eyes. It always seemed to help when the fear was pushed away, John thought, “I’m Johnny, but you can call me John. Who are you?”

madison walked over to the two and sighed "im madison"

(I have a bit before I have to go for the day)
Lorn looked over to the boy that awoke "I'm lorn." She said not liking how calm he was. The monsters seemed to growl and howl more now.

John smiled at them all, “Pleasure to meet under these fine circumstances,” He said sarcastically. His eyes paused at Lorn’s before looking away after a second, “So any of you have any idea of why we’re here?”

Lorn shook her head "some sick joke maybe?" She turned and looked back to the flap of the tent where the monsters where. "Or this is a test of some sort?" She thought out loud.

Name- Scriva
Age- 19
Monster or trapped- MONSTA
Shipping?- no i mean that'd be gross
Gender- female
Sexuality- straight… this is weird
Looks like- https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/dc/9c/dfdc9ce68d71cd57cb36c7d0d0672dfd.jpg
Personality- very eager to kill, smart, decisive, Lorn's favorite

Scriva's bony fingers traced the edge of the tent flap as she waited. This happened every month, and it was wonderful. She wondered how on earth the humans were stupid enough to not investigate an abandoned circus ground as to where all their children were going.
She was hungry, letting out a low growl. Let the games begin! She thought, but through a crack in the tent Lorn glared at her and shook her head. Good old Lorn. She was a genius.

“Hello?” Aleena said waking up

Aha! Another one had woken up. A creepy smile that monsters learn to perfect crept over Scriva's face. She let an eerie tap-tap noise come from her long toenail against the rusty nail in the tent.

“Heyo, welcome abroad this real life nightmare,” John said, leaning back as he watched the silhouettes of monsters outside.

Scriva let out a soft growl. She didn't like this 'John', who took everything in stride. Well, she'd show him. She'd make sure he saw her.

“Who are you?” She asked

Lorn looked at John, "you don't seem to be afraid, why is that?" She asked a small hint of anger in her tone.

“Johnny, but call me John,” He replied smoothly, “And you are?”

Lorn looked at John, "you don't seem to be afraid, why is that?" She asked a small hint of anger in her tone.

John shrugged, “What’s there to be afraid of? We’re all dying at some point, that’s already been planned out. Worrying twice means suffering twice.”

(i have to leave in a little bit)
Lilly walked over to the new girl. surprisingly she was kind of getting used to this. "hi I'm Lilly and beofre oyu ask no this is not a dream."

Scriva could barely contain her teeth at John. Oh, she'd make them scared. Very. She just needed Lorn's OK.

lorn wanted to laugh, smart kid. She stood and dusted herself off "well if we're just going to die anyway, shall we mar-" a loud screeching noise came from the speakers like a ring leader was about to make an announcement in a normal circus. Of course it was a recording though, "and for our next act!" It boomed "would a volunteer be as so kind to step right up!" It was lorns voice but with a twist, it sounded evil, and the voice sounded raspy. Wonderful lorn thought. Spot lights lit up the room showing everyone in the center, and a large circle that a knife thrower would throw knifes at when someone is on it.

Scriva smiled. Now was her time.
She crept around the side of the tent, jumping onto a rusted platform at the top. She cut a slit with her claws, and let all her face but her eyes be visible to the circus-goers below. Creepy effect: 100. Lorn had taught her well.