I realized where we were going well before we got there. Even hearing the music and knowing who the Merchants were, I was still shocked to see it.
That bad, huh?
Music… The mall? A church?
A concert venue?
Weymouth shopping center, the mall I’d gone to all my life, was now a rallying point for Merchants.
Eyy, got it in one!
Hundreds of them, it looked like, all gathered together for one grand, debauched festival.
I’d joke about the Dark Carnival, but juggalos get enough shit already without me associating them with these fuckers.
Half of the Merchants I could see wore a fresh band around their wrists, or hanging from their clothing, like badges of honor.
Probably got them at the entrance, I’m guessing.
Lisa had noticed it too. “Yellow bands were for a test of courage, black for near death experience. The red ones they’re handing out at the door?”
“Blood?” I guessed.
“Bloodshed, yeah. Something ugly’s going to happen tonight.”
Welp.
That’s… kind of expected, to be honest, but still. Welp.
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