Serial Killer Round 49: Carnival of Fear. The killer is dead. ROUND OVER
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RaN's fist fazes through me because we're both ghosts. "Huh, ghost can't touch each other apparently."
Walking through the dark streets of the carnival, staika looked for a place to set up his latest cardboard shop. Down a partner after that terrible accident with the Thermosphere 2000, but he would not let that stop his lust for market domination. A sign caught his attention.
"House of mirrors eh?" staika thought to himself.
"Why hello sir! you seem to be interested in the House of mirrors! Why don't you try it out, I'll even let you try it out for free!" The strange worker said in delight.
"Free you say? Well why not, I'll give it a try."
"Most excellent! Please enter from these doors." The worker said, opening the doors for staika.
staika entered through the doors and the doors were shut behind him. He could not see anything for a few moments as his eyes got used to the low levels of light. After a few seconds his eyesight returned and he pushed forward through the maze.
"I hope you enjoy your stay, they say it's to die for!" The worker said bursting into maniacal laughter.
staika stopped for a moment, thinking he heard laughter he stopped and listened. He figured that he was hearing things and continued on his way. The mirrors showed his reflection looking back at him, he didn't know why but it kind of creeped him out. It was as if he was judging himself and all of the decisions he made in the past were rushing to the forefront of his mind.
"What's wrong, regretting your past decisions? How does it feel to lie constantly to the faces of everyone you meet?" staika's reflection asked.
staika stared in shock for a few seconds. Was he going crazy? Could a reflection from the mirror really talk to him?
"It doesn't bother me, I do what I must to sell my merchandise!"
"But it does bother you. You've spun this web of lies for so long that your entire existence is a lie."
"That's not true! I know exactly who I am and I don't need you to tell me that I am a lie."
"Then humor me, who exactly are you?"
staika paused, he tried to think of an answer but could not think of anything to say. In the end his salesman persona was something he put on to sell his items. In doing that for so long his salesman persona has kind of taken over him, the person he once was is dead. Feeling anger from these questions staika punched the mirror, shattering it into pieces.
"I don't have to justify myself to you, I am myself. That is good enough for me."
staika continued down the maze, blood dripping from his hand. He was not alone though, a figure watched silent in the darkness. Keen to just watch and study staikas every move, waiting for his opportunity to strike. The opportunity arised as staika walked into the middle of the maze where all the mirrors were pointed towards the middle.
staika entered a strange part of the maze, looking forward into the row of mirrors that surrounded him. The reflections of himself were staring back at him, all of them in the same way as the mirror earlier.
"So the man that does not need to justify his existence made it to the end. How commendable." a voice said from the darkness.
staika looked around for the source of the voice but could only see his reflection.
"Quite a trick isn't it? These mirrors show who you really are on the inside. It seems that even you do not know who you are."
"SHUT UP! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ME!?"
There was a moment of silence, the only noise was the heavy breathing of staika. Suddenly one of the mirrors showed a man in a trench coat, he could not make out their face in the darkness.
"What don't I know about you is the better question. I've been studying you and others for quite some time now. You always try to appeal to the masses and in turn stuff the real you deeper and deeper into the back of your mind. By living off of pleasing others for so long you have lost the part of you that makes you you."
staika could not respond to this, he bit his tongue in anger. Everything this person had said was true, even if he didn't want to admit it. He always felt that he was pushing his true self deeper and deeper until he was just a shell taking on different personalities at will.
"So why are you doing this, DO YOU GET SOME KIND OF SICK ENJOYMENT OUT OF THIS!?"
The figure was silent for a few seconds, and then a grin appeared on his face as he started to laugh. During the laughing the image from the mirror disappeared, the reflections of staika slowly disappeared themselves. staika watched the reflections disappear one by one only to see the figure from before appear on all of the mirrors around him. He felt a sharp pain in his back and lost all of his strength as he fell forward onto the ground.
"To answer your question. Yes I do get a high amount of enjoyment out of this."
staika tried to talk back but could not gather the strength to say anything. He knew that death was coming from him. He always imagined how he would die, and he was always afraid of it. Except at this point he just accepted his fate as his breaths drew in harder than the last. Until finally the darkness took over his sight and all of the feeling left. This was truly the end of the cardboard salesman staika.
"House of mirrors eh?" staika thought to himself.
"Why hello sir! you seem to be interested in the House of mirrors! Why don't you try it out, I'll even let you try it out for free!" The strange worker said in delight.
"Free you say? Well why not, I'll give it a try."
"Most excellent! Please enter from these doors." The worker said, opening the doors for staika.
staika entered through the doors and the doors were shut behind him. He could not see anything for a few moments as his eyes got used to the low levels of light. After a few seconds his eyesight returned and he pushed forward through the maze.
"I hope you enjoy your stay, they say it's to die for!" The worker said bursting into maniacal laughter.
staika stopped for a moment, thinking he heard laughter he stopped and listened. He figured that he was hearing things and continued on his way. The mirrors showed his reflection looking back at him, he didn't know why but it kind of creeped him out. It was as if he was judging himself and all of the decisions he made in the past were rushing to the forefront of his mind.
"What's wrong, regretting your past decisions? How does it feel to lie constantly to the faces of everyone you meet?" staika's reflection asked.
staika stared in shock for a few seconds. Was he going crazy? Could a reflection from the mirror really talk to him?
"It doesn't bother me, I do what I must to sell my merchandise!"
"But it does bother you. You've spun this web of lies for so long that your entire existence is a lie."
"That's not true! I know exactly who I am and I don't need you to tell me that I am a lie."
"Then humor me, who exactly are you?"
staika paused, he tried to think of an answer but could not think of anything to say. In the end his salesman persona was something he put on to sell his items. In doing that for so long his salesman persona has kind of taken over him, the person he once was is dead. Feeling anger from these questions staika punched the mirror, shattering it into pieces.
"I don't have to justify myself to you, I am myself. That is good enough for me."
staika continued down the maze, blood dripping from his hand. He was not alone though, a figure watched silent in the darkness. Keen to just watch and study staikas every move, waiting for his opportunity to strike. The opportunity arised as staika walked into the middle of the maze where all the mirrors were pointed towards the middle.
staika entered a strange part of the maze, looking forward into the row of mirrors that surrounded him. The reflections of himself were staring back at him, all of them in the same way as the mirror earlier.
"So the man that does not need to justify his existence made it to the end. How commendable." a voice said from the darkness.
staika looked around for the source of the voice but could only see his reflection.
"Quite a trick isn't it? These mirrors show who you really are on the inside. It seems that even you do not know who you are."
"SHUT UP! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ME!?"
There was a moment of silence, the only noise was the heavy breathing of staika. Suddenly one of the mirrors showed a man in a trench coat, he could not make out their face in the darkness.
"What don't I know about you is the better question. I've been studying you and others for quite some time now. You always try to appeal to the masses and in turn stuff the real you deeper and deeper into the back of your mind. By living off of pleasing others for so long you have lost the part of you that makes you you."
staika could not respond to this, he bit his tongue in anger. Everything this person had said was true, even if he didn't want to admit it. He always felt that he was pushing his true self deeper and deeper until he was just a shell taking on different personalities at will.
"So why are you doing this, DO YOU GET SOME KIND OF SICK ENJOYMENT OUT OF THIS!?"
The figure was silent for a few seconds, and then a grin appeared on his face as he started to laugh. During the laughing the image from the mirror disappeared, the reflections of staika slowly disappeared themselves. staika watched the reflections disappear one by one only to see the figure from before appear on all of the mirrors around him. He felt a sharp pain in his back and lost all of his strength as he fell forward onto the ground.
"To answer your question. Yes I do get a high amount of enjoyment out of this."
staika tried to talk back but could not gather the strength to say anything. He knew that death was coming from him. He always imagined how he would die, and he was always afraid of it. Except at this point he just accepted his fate as his breaths drew in harder than the last. Until finally the darkness took over his sight and all of the feeling left. This was truly the end of the cardboard salesman staika.
Well not my best work, got a massive headache during the writing process and had to finish it up rather quickly. I hope you all enjoy it regardless =D
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*Sees trend in murders are towards salespeople*
"Welp! Time to liquidate all my assets! Ol' Gil is not gonna like this."
"Welp! Time to liquidate all my assets! Ol' Gil is not gonna like this."