Thread: RP: PITY PARTY FNAF [ Horror_Show & rose_and_raven]

The wind as cold and damp as early fall could make it tugged at his clothing with chilly indivisible fingers and made him shiver and tug the jacket closer while rain began to soak into his clothing. Cursing the weather he rapidly hurried towards the van, hand reaching out to grab the handle only to pause when something caught his attention. A piece of paper had bee shoved under the worn windshield wiper on the drives side. He ignored it for a moment since it wasn't unusual for someone to put a trashy flier on the van but something drew him back to the damp paper. The dark bold letters that spelled out Faz Bears Frights were barely visible in the dim light shed by a near by light. Mike froze, a twinge of fear seeping through him. He snatched the flier up the looked around frantically. There was no one else in the small parking lot that he could see. Feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the cold he climbed into the van and dug out a tiny pen light from the center console. The thin paper, while damp and tattered, was still readable. Faz Bears Fights presents Freakshow , below the words was the illustration of a creepy clown like creature with bright green eyes. He could just barely make out the dates and location of the traveling show. Someone had to be playing sick joke. Or someone had bought what was left of the old fright and now owed a cheap small traveling show that made money off cheap scares. But there had bee nothing left after the fire, of that he was sure unless there was stuff iin storage that they didn't know about. Mike sighed and stuffed the flier into a pocket, hands shaking slightly from something other the the biting chill that filled the van. Had to be a sick joke. Mike glanced over to his sleeping companion and decided not to ever mention the odd flier. He didn't want to upset his old man. Cold Creek wasn't too far off, a few more hours, maybe more then they would find a hotel to stop at for the night and hopefully no more strange fliers would appear. Pushing the faint strands of fear and worry down, he fished out the keys and started the van. After a few tires the engine roared to life. He backed the van out of the small parking lot and turned it down the dark lonely road. The dim headlights barely broke the thick blackness in front. The minutes slowly turned into hours while the miles and the road stretched on. Once he turned onto Nathan Ave- the only road into Cold Creek- he noticed a disconcerting change in the condition of the road. Pot holes and cracks appeared forcing him to slow down to avoid the worst ones. His thoughts were still stuck on the flier when the van's left front wheel hit a large pot hole and the badly worn tire all but exploded causing the van to swerve violently jarring Mike from his thoughts. He gripped the wheel tightly while fear surged through his veins. He desperately tried to keep the top heavy vehicle began to lean dangerously to the left. Unable to fight the forces of gravity the van continued to tilt to the side until it slammed down hard and scrapped along the road in a shower of sparks before sliding down a shallow embankment, coming to a rest in a ditch. Its remaining wheels turned slowly while thin tendrils of smoke drifted from the crumpled front. Last edited Apr 2, 2021