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Something creaked.
Their ears immediately shot up while their violent eyes hastily gazed at the entrance gate.
Nothing… the metal bars stayed shut how they were always left in.
What creaked, was instead their body weight shifting on the carousel horse that they childishly fell asleep on.
How long have those gates been shut? Only accompanied by the occasional dust of wind travelling through them, making them vibrate.
Cream Unicorn sighed, stepping down from the fake horse and being once again lifted by the same sugar coated misty path casting fake soft pastels.
What should they do today before falling asleep again?
Go for a ride on the rollercoaster? Being marvelled at the sight of the perfectly crafted snack stands? Another ride on the carousel? Or… whatever… nothing changed anyway in the end…
How long did they not hear this place… their place… filled with laughter? Filled with kids having fun, running around? They guiding the kids through the various attractions?...
They were always a very beloved kid among other kids and parents… so why did everything change? Cream Unicorn could still not understand to this day what truly went wrong…
…
While being gently carried by the sparkly mist, their eyes caught attention on a cute trinket stand that they almost forgot… The target? An unicorn keyring.
They raised their peachy hands, staring at them as if they forgot how their body looked like as a cookie.
Cream Unicorn’s eyes dropped. Not by being sleepy, not by being dizzy; but to shift back in their unicorn form… their true form.
“They get lured by virgins”
Blurry and Shattered conversations began to be remembered in their mind; few opportunities where they eavesdropped.
“Their horn is meant to impale-”
Horn?... Cream Unicorn obviously never had it yet since they were still a fawn full of joy, creativity and fantasy… But… Something just did not feel right…
They trotted higher in the mist, towards a mystical lake surrounded by sweet flowers and soft violet grass; chilly water never stopped cascading down from the source held steady by candied rocks.
Cream Unicorn stopped their hooves at the edge of the most plain start of the lake… and then they lowered their head…
And then, their heart broke…
Memories flooding their head once again…
“L'est get away from him”
“He’s not someone to be trusted”
“Who knows what he does to them once they're in”
They now understood why all the kids are gone now…
…
Their horn was long and beautiful… each twist of it having different pastel colours holding magic that glistened a soft glow.
…
Once again, Cream Unicorn remembered:
They're an adult.