Joarro Louis Jozander
Entrance/Foyer

Well inst this an odd attraction, A trick house they call it? Hmm...strange people find being tricked amusing? I dont quite like tricks if i had to be honest. Although we could use a break from the traveling and our appointments with our clients Isn't till later in the week.

"Eh Scyther lets get out of the sun and grab a snack."

*grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrumble*

"HO....hahaha well the sound of hunger cant fool me my odd friend"

As long as we don't enter the attractions we shouldn't be tricked. Although i have an uneasy feeling brewing within. I hate tricks. It's rude and unmanly. A man should stand his ground pull up his sleeve and find bliss in a gritty but pleasant fight, now that's a true attraction.

"Hello, My name is Joarro Louis Jozander, Im a Barber/stylist for Stylish Brutes. You might have heard of us from many great looking people. Thats right i said beautiful people. Why might you ask? Well because its my life duty to bring out the beauty that lies deep within ones musc----"

It was then that a shiver had shot threw my spine. My vision blurred a split second and a high pitch tone rang out my ear drums. It was a sinister feeling.

*pant*

My chest ceased up slightly and made it hard to breathe. Scyther was able to pick up on the issue and distanced himself from me. I immediately began to brace myself. Conjuring up strength to settle with this ominous feeling that was soon approaching.

"YEEEEEEEEYAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

I shouted. A common breathing and yelling technique to draw power from ones muscles. Blood had rushed to my muscles to allow my energy to disburse. The energy drew momentum form the air trapped within my lungs and made way to my abdominal. My core harnessed this force and unleashed its potential.

"poof."

A simple burst of vapor released from my behind.

"My that was a viscous one. Good thing no one was around. I could have took out a flock of Pidgy with that one. Well i must use the washroom. Scyther best behave till I get back"

*gasp...gasp..gaspp* as wheezed Scyther.

I laid my bag down outside the washroom door and sat down on the toilet. I took time to analyze the situation and found it odd that no one would be in the foyer. Could that have been a trick?


As i pulled toilet paper i noticed something was written on it.

"You been tricked :).

A trap door then opened below flushing me along with my remains.

"Well this is shitty" i murmured.