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Branzy poured in the last canister of green waste around the factory. He was slowly losing vision in his left eye, fog overtaking what he should be able to see. It’s fine, he’s sure. At least the factory looks sick, and his carnival is clean.
The next day, he returned to the factory to craft a new heart after being killed by Red. “Stupid freaking… crafting-table stealer,” he muttered under his breath as he pushed the buttons needed to gain back a life. He equipped it and raised his eyes to the workers. Oh no… his fears came true. His underpaid workers were finally unionizing.
After finishing tinkering below the carousel, Branzy stood back up, his bandaged right arm hanging limply by his side and “Pop Go the Weasel” filling the air. “Alright Patches,” he said, walking over to his hosta—friend. “I’ve made this test dummy of you to test this new attraction!” Patches did not say anything because he is mute and can not talk. He did however flip Branzy off behind his back. “I know, it has an uncanny resemblance to you! I got my friend 4C to help with it. Now we just set it up here… And this time, you won’t even have to die.” He dumped the test dummy into a box that faced the merry-go-round. He turned around to start the cannon just to be faced with one of the arrows hurtling at him. He put his arm up to protect his neck, and the world. Went. Black.