The cracked screened fizzles in the darkness, as the only thing still working in my immediate

vicinity. It's littered with dead pixels and a faded magenta bar strikes down a segment

of the screen's left half, but the visuals and the sound are still quite clear.

Welcome to Mr. Sonny's Fun House retreat, wobbles a cartoonish voice, and a sound bite

of cheering children rumbles out of the speakers along after it.

Sparks burst from a distended cable to my left. It hangs from the ceiling with exposed

and dangerous wires.

The screen shows me a POV of a camera, one held at the height of a child. The viewer is

taken on a compressed, fade-cut tour of the Fun House retreat.

It's an amusement park. The sun is shining and all around are smiling children and happy

families, eating ice cream and running from ride to ride. Colorful arches stand tall overhead,

and friendly faces sell popcorn and stuffed animals from pathside carts and stands.

A rollercoaster whooshes by overhead to the sound of thrilled screams and cheers,

and the camera bans across the food gallery, inviting looking restaurants and milkshake

bars. Mr. Sonny himself appears on screen. It glitches for a moment as he does so.

Mr. Sonny is a costume character. He has an orange, humanoid body and a large, soft yellow head.

It looks like a grinning sun. The expression is fixed of course. His mouth does not move as he

speaks. The grin is stretched a little too wide. The eyes are staring and dead.

It's impossible to tell who's wearing the costume. There is no exposed skin.

The voice is masculine.

Where the sun always shines, he boasts putting one hand on his hip and throwing out the other

in a comical wave, high-fiving a young boy whose scamp has passed him.

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