Nothing good ever comes after hope is exposed in surviving an experience. Where were the liability waivers given out at the ticket booth? No one was available to prompt admissions on this? Lyle had a lot of questions because he wasn’t supposed to be at the dome in the first place. Not during the city’s sudden rupture of bad incidents that could have prompted the community as a whole on the national news. They were making a ruckus and on trend with bringing attention, the powers that be would see to it to shut everyone down. He seen it in the movies. He saw it somewhere in other cities across the globe. All abroad and at times during civil unrest for reasons told through the experiences of others wanting to raise the attention level in the states alone, nothing good came of it. Nothing good would come from a circus set up in the center of it all. Venturing pass the ticket booth wasn’t his doing. He followed one feline to the venue from the start.

It had been such a bizarre week that came with attracting a magical horse, only this go he was more sinister than realized. And the Lord, his dear cat. The bane of an existence while also being the lovable house companion to anyone deserving, had gotten lost again. He tracked him once before or Andromedon tracked him instead. That state of the art collar was good for something. Only his questions grew of concern when following the tracking blip from his phone. The red dot pinging from one location to another, until it settled at the big top circus, which happened to spoil much of the idea that his cat wanted him to find him. Perhaps enjoy the marvels of old timey entertainment. He resisted at first just as he done upon entering with his given ticket. Including the invitation that dropped before via a red balloon. The signs all pointed to more ridiculousness and this time ridiculousness had a way of shaping into danger.

With caution he crept inside like other seemingly normal patrons. Awaiting the sheer merriment, his stomach and the cold scratches of a voice told to heed warning. Would he listen to it? No and therein lied the first stretch of his downfall. While he kept the leash tucked in a back pocket, an waltzed into the outhouse under the big top, his first encounter sent the life right out of him in the form of a meandering clown. At first the unsuspecting jester with the big red nose and floppy feet tapped danced. Putting on a show until unsheathing a scythe like blade, twice as long as an arm. Slashing and outwardly aiming to maim instead of entertain. Dodged by one swipe, he immediately touched the top of his head.

More shocked that a lock of hair was taken off. The horror in one of his best physical traits, came under fire. He spent a good time on the lusciousness of it and for the clown to gather a good chunk was more traumatizing than being attacked. So he ran. Quite a few others done the same. Screaming alerting of the real consequences of walking through to the doors of the big tent. He didn’t have to run far to escape the slash happy clown when the feet appeared elsewhere. In another section just by sheer magic. That magic accompanied by the hairless cat who were enlarged and leaped up to alert Lyle with its paws. Like he usually did under the banner of content. Andromedon flashed a mischievous smirk if a feline could ever. It was seen in the eyes and that, without wrestling with the fact, gave him the better relief in the venue.

Before there was more traffic further in, he side stepped with the feline. Bringing out his leash there was a stand off. The side to side coming with no harm energy, was seen by the cat and it stalked back and forth just the same. He wasn’t the enemy but felt the need to protect his lord because not far in the distance was the same clown wanting to cut them both down to size. Lyle gave the cat a look. A pleading one while trying to square off. He sweated out of the fear of being captured or walk out with a hacked off limb if they didn’t get it together. The cat paused in his gait, alert to curl between Lyle's legs as it normalized to its intended size. Peeking through he gave the running clown a wild hiss.

It carried. The warning distinct in approach. Lyle turned in time before he too was almost attacked. He thought the venue changed or the room shifted but he along with Andromedon were out in the brisk air of the night. The wind blowing a sound of relief quicker than his lungs could. He could almost feel the lunge of death by Bozo and felt the least safe standing yards from the venue. He notice his cat giving off a Cheshire grin, cozying up to him rather lash out as usual. With a lowered stance he shakenly groomed the top of his cat's head, the feline rubbing into the affection from its owner with a satisfied purr. He found it safe to attach the leash to the collar. For once, without the odd explanation of Andromendon's unexplainable feats, did he undoubtedly appreciate the feline's impeccable timing.

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