Chapter 1 – The Invitation to Terror (Live-Stream Edition)
The package arrived at QueenGypsy’s door just after midnight. No delivery truck, no knock. Just a box sitting on the stoop wrapped in peeling red-and-white striped paper, the kind you’d expect around cotton candy or popcorn at a carnival long shut down.
On top, a note scrawled in jagged ink:
“The show must go on. Admit One.”
Inside lay a single ticket. Faded, frayed, but still legible:
CARNIVAL OF SCREAMS – GRAND REOPENING – ONE NIGHT ONLY.
QueenGypsy held it up to the ring light, smirking into her camera. “Royal Nation fam… it looks like someone’s sending us an invite to hell. And you know I’m not going alone.”
The chat on her live stream exploded instantly:
👻SpookyBoi99: YOOO haunted carnival arc let’s goooo!
🔥RN4Life: PaPi better not eat haunted popcorn again.
💀GhostHuntr123: Watch y’all end up clown food.
😂Luv2Roast: Don’t die, at least not until Chapter 3.
Gypsy laughed, scrolling through. “See? They want us to risk life and limb. Y’all are toxic. I love it.”
Enter King Papi
The camera cut to PaPi’s living room. He was already in full hype mode, drumsticks tapping rhythm on his knee, tattoos shifting as he grinned wide at the screen.
“Royal Nation! Your boy King PaPi reporting live. We got a carnival ticket straight from the afterlife and guess what? We’re going. Because ghosts? Clowns? Haunted funnel cake? Content, baby.”
He leaned in close, brown eyes gleaming with mischief. “Also… if one of those creepy clown ghosts tries to touch me, I’m swinging first, asking questions later.”
The comments section blew up.
😂RNfanPaPi: YOOOO PaPi gonna box a clown ghost!!!
🍿DarkCarnie: Pls eat haunted cotton candy for science.
🎶BeatMaster88: PaPi better drum battle the demons.
“Don’t tempt me,” PaPi said, wagging a drumstick at the screen. “If they got rhythm, we throwing hands in 4/4 time.”
Road Trip Chaos
By the next evening, the team was assembled:
- QueenGypsy at the wheel, sunglasses on even though it was nearly dusk.
- King PaPi in the passenger seat, already livestreaming, freestyling jokes in three languages as chat spammed emojis.
- Harper in the back, clutching her plank like a security blanket.
- Liam squeezed beside her, scrolling frantically through “Top 10 Reasons Haunted Carnivals Kill You” articles.
“Royal Nation fam,” Gypsy said, flipping her camera. “We’re officially en route to the Carnival of Screams. Location: middle of nowhere. Safety: nonexistent. Vibes: immaculate.”
Chat scrolled faster than they could read.
🎪CarnivalKid: OMG THIS IS REAL??
💀DeadInside22: Watch the Ferris wheel eat them 💀💀💀
🌽CornDogStan: Don’t forget haunted corn dogs are canon.
“Y’all clowning,” Harper muttered. “And I mean literally. Clowns. I hate clowns. If one even smiles at me, I’m out.”
“Relax,” PaPi said, patting her shoulder. “I’ll box the clown, autograph the ghost, and we’ll livestream the funeral. Easy.”
Gypsy cackled. “Royal Nation fam, I can already tell: tonight’s gonna be chaos.”
Arrival at the Carnival
The GPS cut out half an hour before they arrived, the road narrowing until it turned into cracked asphalt lined with dead trees.
At last, through the branches, they saw it: the carnival.
A massive Ferris wheel loomed in silhouette, rusted but somehow still standing. Colorful banners fluttered even though there was no wind. A faded sign arched above the gate:
WELCOME BACK TO THE SHOW
And then, as if on cue, the Ferris wheel groaned and began to turn.
The live chat exploded.
😱ScaredyKat: NAH that wheel moving by itself, I’m out.
😂ClownSlapper: PaPi bout to ride haunted wheel LET’S GOOO.
🕒TimerGuy: Timestamp: 9:13pm — first death incoming.
“Royal Nation fam…” Gypsy whispered dramatically into the camera. “The carnival is alive.”
PaPi spread his arms wide. “And so am I! For now. Let’s go!”
The Gate
As they approached, the carnival gates creaked open with a slow, deliberate squeal.
Gypsy tilted her camera. “Uninvited, but expected. That’s how we roll.”
PaPi puffed out his chest. “Royal Nation fam… you’re witnessing history. First Native Taíno ghost hunt in a haunted carnival. Spirits, clowns, bring it! I got jokes, I got beats, I got snacks in the back pocket.”
Harper muttered, “And I got regret.”
Liam groaned. “Same.”
The chat spammed:
🔥RNLEGENDS: KING PAPI GONNA BEAT THE CARNIVAL.
🤡Clown4Life: bet $20 Harper screams first.
👁️Watcher101: careful… they’re watching already.
That last comment scrolled by so fast Gypsy almost missed it.
“Creepy,” she muttered under her breath, before turning back to the camera. “Royal Nation fam, gates are open. Let’s see what horrors — and laughs — wait inside.”
And with that, the crew stepped into the Carnival of Screams, the gates clanging shut behind them with a finality that echoed like laughter.
The show had begun.
Chapter 2 – Welcome to the Carnival of Screams
The gates slammed shut with a clang so loud it rattled Harper’s teeth. She jumped back, spinning around. The rusty iron bars towered above them now, locked tight, and no matter how she pulled or shook them, they wouldn’t budge.
“Annnd there it is, fam,” QueenGypsy said, keeping her voice breezy even though her eyes flicked nervously toward the shadows. “First sign we’re not leaving until the carnival says so.”
The livestream chat was already going feral:
🔒GateKeeper: HAHA locked in already 💀💀
👀Watcher101: Told you they were watching.
😂RN4LIFE: PaPi better climb that fence with his size 14s.
King PaPi pointed a finger at the camera. “Climb this fence? Fam, these gates couldn’t handle me if they tried. You see these hands? You see these feet? Size 14, built like weapons. But nah, we’re not climbing out. We’re going in.”
He spun dramatically, gesturing at the midway in front of them. Rows of carnival stalls stretched into the darkness — ring toss, milk bottle knockdowns, a shooting gallery with long-forgotten rifles mounted to the counters. Faded prizes still dangled from hooks: moth-eaten teddy bears, deflated balloons, dolls with cracked porcelain faces.
But the strangest part wasn’t the stalls. It was the lights.
Bulbs strung overhead flickered on one by one in a wave, illuminating the carnival in eerie golden light. The rides beyond — the Ferris wheel, the carousel, the spinning teacups — groaned and began to move, creaking as though waking from a decades-long sleep.
“Yooo…” Harper’s voice cracked. “Why is everything turning on by itself?”
“Royal Nation fam,” Gypsy whispered dramatically to her camera, “we’ve officially entered ghost Disneyland.”
The chat scrolled so fast it blurred:
🎡FerrisFan: YOO THE WHEEL IS MOVING BY ITSELF.
😂GhostClown: This is like Five Nights at Freddy’s but with TikTok.
👻ParanormalQueen: Ask them what year it is!!
PaPi cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed into the midway: “HEY YO! CARNIVAL SPIRITS! IT’S 2025, BABY! YOU GOT WI-FI?!”
Somewhere in the darkness, a carousel bell dinged once.
The team froze.
“Okay, I didn’t like that answer,” PaPi muttered, though he grinned for the camera.
The Ring Toss
“Let’s check the stalls,” Gypsy suggested, heading toward the nearest game booth. Her livestream angle showed rows of glass bottles lined up neatly, rings scattered across the counter. “Classic ring toss. Looks harmless, right?”
She picked up a ring and tossed it lightly. It clinked against the bottles — and then froze mid-air, hovering inches above the counter.
“Uh…” Liam squeaked.
The ring spun in place, and then, in a voice like nails dragging across wood, it whispered:
“Queen… Gypsy…”
The livestream chat exploded.
😱RNfam: IT SAID HER NAME WTF
🌀GhostRings: NOOOOOOOPE.
😂ClownEmoji: LMAO even the carnival knows Gypsy runs the show.
Gypsy tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Alright, you creepy hula hoop wannabe. You wanna play? Play with PaPi.”
She shoved the ring at King PaPi, who caught it with a grin. “Bet. Let’s see if this carnival can handle Puerto Rican precision.”
He wound up dramatically, threw the ring, and it landed perfectly over the bottle neck.
The bottles screamed.
High-pitched, echoing, unearthly screams that rattled through the entire midway. The lights flickered violently, some bursting in showers of sparks.
“OH HELL NO.” Harper dropped her plank and covered her ears.
PaPi puffed his chest out, yelling over the shrieks. “That’s right! KING PAPI. ROYAL NATION. PUT IT ON THE LEADERBOARD!”
The screaming bottles suddenly exploded into dust, leaving only silence behind. The counter rattled once, and in their place, a single glowing token appeared.
PaPi picked it up carefully, holding it up to the camera. “Royal Nation fam… look. We got loot.”
The chat went berserk:
🏅TokenHype: OMG A GHOST TOKEN
😱RNLEGEND: That’s def a cursed coin.
🔥PaPiFan: PAPI 1, DEMONS 0.
The Shooting Gallery
“Let’s see what else this place has for us,” Gypsy said, leading them to the next stall: the shooting gallery.
The rifles mounted there were old, rusted, but when Liam tentatively picked one up, the thing snapped to life with a metallic shunk. Targets popped up along the back wall: cardboard cutouts of carnival workers, clowns, and even children holding balloons.
“Uh…” Liam said, paling. “Do we… shoot these?”
The targets suddenly turned their heads. Their painted faces stretched into grotesque grins.
“Yes,” Gypsy said firmly. “Shoot those.”
Harper grabbed the second rifle before Liam could argue. She aimed, fired — and screamed as the rifle went off with a deafening bang, sending a glowing dart straight into a clown target. The cardboard folded back, replaced instantly with another glowing token.
PaPi leaned over Liam. “Come on, bro. Don’t choke. Pretend it’s your landlord.”
Liam muttered, “I like my landlord,” but squeezed the trigger anyway. His dart missed completely. The clown cutout tilted its head and hissed.
“Oh HELL no,” PaPi said, yanking the rifle away. He fired without aiming, nailing two targets in one shot. Both collapsed with a shriek and left tokens behind.
PaPi scooped them up, grinning. “See, this carnival loves me. I’m the main act.”
“Main snack, maybe,” Harper muttered.
The livestream chat was in tears:
😂RNfan: LIAM SUCKS AT SHOOTINGGGG.
🔥PaPiTheGOAT: BRO DOUBLE KILL LET’S GOOOO.
🤡ClownWatcher: …those clowns turned their heads tho. Rewind at 14:27.
The Prizes
As they moved further down the midway, the prize stalls seemed to change. The teddy bears now had wide, human-like eyes. The dolls’ cracked porcelain faces followed their movements.
Gypsy kept her camera trained on one particularly grotesque doll: its mouth had stretched into a grin too wide, teeth jagged like glass shards.
“Royal Nation fam…” Gypsy whispered. “Y’all seeing this too?”
The chat spammed:
👁️Watcher101: it blinked.
😱DollKiller: DON’T TOUCH IT.
😂ChaoticEnergy: PAPI KISS THE DOLL.
PaPi leaned in, nose to nose with the doll, grinning. “Listen here, Annabelle’s ugly cousin. You don’t scare me. You smell like mothballs.”
The doll’s head snapped sideways, jaw cracking open. A hiss of smoke billowed out.
PaPi yelped and stumbled back, flailing. “Okay, okay, nope, nope. Forget what I said. Y’all saw that, right?!”
The chat was dying.
😂LMAOOOO: PAPI GOT BODIED BY A DOLL.
💀DeadInside22: YESSIR PAPI RUNNINGGG.
👻SpookyBoi99: Fam that doll hissed like a cat. 💀
Gypsy wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “Royal Nation fam, update: PaPi is officially terrified of dolls. Clip it.”
The Midway Ends
By the time they reached the end of the midway, they had five glowing tokens between them. Each one pulsed faintly in their hands, warm and unsettling.
“Question,” Liam said, eyeing the tokens nervously. “What happens if we run out?”
“Simple,” PaPi said, holding his up like a poker chip. “We don’t. I win every game. I’m built for this. It’s like Dave & Buster’s, except the Buster is a demon clown.”
But Gypsy wasn’t smiling anymore. She turned slowly, camera panning down the midway. The stalls were quiet, their prizes watching silently. And just beyond the glow of the string lights, shadows shifted.
Dozens of them. Maybe more.
As if the carnival itself had an audience.
The livestream chat caught it instantly:
👀ShadowSeer: WHO TF IS THAT BEHIND YALL.
😱RNfam: NOOOOO THEY’RE WATCHING YOU.
🤡ClownEmoji: Circus ghosts bout to clap cheeks.
“Royal Nation fam…” Gypsy said quietly, lowering her voice to a whisper. “We’re not alone in here.”
A distant laugh echoed through the carnival — deep, booming, and impossible to pin down.
The show had truly begun.
Chapter 3 – Haunted House of Mirrors
The team followed the flickering lights of the carnival toward a towering, tented structure with a hand-painted sign:
“HOUSE OF MIRRORS – SEE YOUR TRUE SELF”
QueenGypsy adjusted her ring light on her head strap for the live stream. “Royal Nation fam… here we go. Mirrors, reflections, illusions… and probably ghosts disguised as us. Let’s see if anyone survives this… with dignity.”
Harper groaned behind her. “Dignity left when we entered the midway. I’m just here for sarcastic commentary and survival.”
PaPi spun around dramatically for the camera, holding a glowing token in one hand. “Royal Nation fam… watch closely. Your boy King PaPi is about to face himself. And I’m confident he’ll win.”
The chat immediately reacted:
😂RNfan: PAPI FACING HIMSELF LET’S GOOO
👀MirrorWatcher: He’s about to get bodied by reflection PAPI
💀DeadInside22: I’d watch this 100x
Entering the Mirrors
The tent flap creaked as they stepped inside. The air smelled faintly of mildew and old carnival perfume. The mirrors reflected them infinitely, creating a dizzying labyrinth of possibilities.
At first, it seemed normal — their reflections mimicked their movements perfectly. But then… things started to shift.
PaPi grinned at his reflection and waved. The reflection waved back — then gave him the middle finger.
“Royal Nation fam… it’s happening,” PaPi said, waggling his eyebrow. “I’m being disrespected by my own reflection.”
The chat erupted:
😂RNLEGEND: LMAO PAPI GETTING ROASTED BY HIMSELF
😱ShadowSeer: That mirror is possessed bro
🔥PaPiFan: DOUBLE CHECK YOUR HAIRLINE PAPI
PaPi leaned closer to the glass. His reflection smirked, folded its arms, and muttered something in Spanish:
“No eres tan fuerte como crees, papi.”
(“You’re not as strong as you think, papi.”)
PaPi sputtered, pointing at the camera: “Royal Nation fam… okay, that’s too real. This mirror knows my ego better than I do!”
Splitting Up
Gypsy gestured to the team. “We need to stick together. These mirrors are… weird. And I don’t trust the weird.”
Harper clutched her plank. “We stick together? I think we already made that impossible when PaPi almost hugged a mirror thinking it was me.”
PaPi rolled his eyes, holding up two fingers. “It was a test of trust. My reflection passes, I pass, simple math.”
Liam, following closely, muttered, “Simple math my foot — these mirrors are definitely alive.”
As they ventured deeper, the reflections started doing things slightly differently. PaPi’s reflection leaned on a fake railing that didn’t exist. Harper’s reflection grinned with far too many teeth. Gypsy’s reflection winked before she even did.
The livestream comments were frantic:
👻SpookyBoi99: THEY’RE BEING FOLLOWED
😂RNfan: HAHAHAHA HARPER’S REFLECTION IS EVIL
💀DeadInside22: Pause at 15:03. THAT REFLECTION IS LICKING HER OWN LIPS
First Real Scare
Suddenly, Harper screamed. She spun, and her reflection wasn’t mirroring her movements. It grinned, slowly tilting its head.
“Okay, nope, nope, nope,” Harper yelled, stepping back. “That’s illegal!”
PaPi threw himself in front of her, holding his token like a shield. “Royal Nation fam… I got this. Don’t worry, I’ll fight a reflection if I have to.”
He jabbed at the mirror. His hand passed through the glass, leaving a ripple in the reflection. The reflection hissed.
Gypsy gasped into the camera: “Ohhh… Royal Nation fam… this is not normal.”
The chat exploded:
😱RNfam: IT’S TOUCHING THEM
😂ClownSlapper: PAPI VS PAPI REFLECTION COMING UP
🔥PaPiFan: THIS IS LEGENDARY CONTENT
Mirror Shenanigans
PaPi spun in place dramatically. “Royal Nation fam… you cannot be serious. My reflection just snapped its fingers like it’s auditioning for a TikTok dance. No, sir.”
The reflection began to mock his drumsticks, tapping an invisible beat in perfect rhythm — but backwards. PaPi frowned. “Uh… what is that, a ghost remix?”
Harper groaned. “You always have to be a showman, huh?”
PaPi pointed to the camera: “Royal Nation fam, OBSERVE. I’m about to school this mirror demon with style.”
He began drumming on the floor and walls with his hands, keeping a rapid Latin rhythm. The reflection mimicked him… then faltered.
The chat went insane:
🥁PaPiFan: DOUBLE DRUM BATTLE!!
😂RN4LIFE: PAPI DESTROYING HIS REFLECTION
👀ShadowSeer: mirror gonna explode fam
Hilarious Chaos
Meanwhile, Harper tripped over a mirror that extended too far into the hall. She landed in a reflection of herself… which screamed. Liam tried to pull her out, but ended up tangled in the reflections, his body bent at impossible angles while his face looked perfectly normal in the livestream.
PaPi, drumming like a man possessed, yelled: “Royal Nation fam… don’t worry! We’re surviving! Sorta!”
Gypsy laughed, pointing her camera at the chaos. “This is literally my dream. Scary, chaotic, and they’re live.”
The reflections now started to break the laws of physics: some walked through walls, others climbed ceilings, and one even started waving at the camera.
💀DeadInside22: THEY’RE GETTING REKT
😂RNfan: PAPI IS MY HERO
👻SpookyBoi99: HALP THE MIRRORS ARE ALIVE
The Token Mystery
Amidst the chaos, one reflection dropped a glowing token. PaPi snatched it up. It pulsed warmly, almost like it had a heartbeat.
Gypsy squinted. “Royal Nation fam… these tokens might be our ticket out of this hellish maze. Or they might explode. Or both.”
PaPi winked at the camera. “I’ll take the risk. This is content, baby.”
Harper muttered, “You always take the risk.”
Liam groaned. “And somehow survive it… barely.”
The reflections hissed and lunged, but at the last second, the token pulsed brightly, creating a protective shimmer around the team. They dashed toward the exit, slipping past distorted mirror versions of themselves.
When they finally burst out, panting, the tent flap slammed behind them with a ghostly finality.
Post-Haunted-Maze Recap
Gypsy looked at the camera, breathless and exhilarated. “Royal Nation fam… House of Mirrors complete. Survived. Mostly. Collected two ghost tokens. And somehow, PaPi didn’t get fully devoured by himself.”
PaPi held up his tokens like a trophy. “Royal Nation fam… content secured. Mirrors, demons, evil reflections… brought it.”
Harper collapsed onto the grass. “I hate reflections. I hate mirrors. I hate all of this.”
The livestream chat spammed their reactions:
😂RNfan: PAIPI SAVED THEM ALL
💀DeadInside22: HARPER’S SCREAMS ARE GOLD
👻SpookyBoi99: HOUSE OF MIRRORS GOT NOTHING ON PAPI
Gypsy smirked at the camera. “Royal Nation fam… next up? The Clown Tent. And yes… it’s exactly as terrifying as it sounds.”
PaPi grinned. “And I’m bringing my drumsticks. Let’s see who’s really boss.”
The camera cut to black as they approached the looming tent, faint carnival music echoing like the laugh of a hundred tiny horrors.
The live stream remained active, chat comments flying faster than anyone could read — viewers watching every twitch, scream, and sarcastic quip from the Royal Nation crew.
The Carnival of Screams had just begun… and King PaPi was ready to make it unforgettable.
Chapter 4 – The Clown Tent: Laughs & Screams 🤡
The Clown Tent loomed like a grotesque cathedral of terror, striped red and white but faded to a grimy, peeling pastel. Its flap swayed in the night air, whispering against the wind—or was it the sound of something breathing inside?
QueenGypsy adjusted her ring light. “Royal Nation fam… we’ve reached the heart of the nightmare. The Clown Tent. Yes, it’s exactly as terrifying as it looks.”
Harper groaned, gripping her plank. “Terrifying isn’t even the word. It’s illegal. Somebody shut this down before we all die.”
PaPi, holding the livestream camera in one hand and a glowing token in the other, shrugged. “Royal Nation fam… I’m built for this. Big, scary clowns? Bring it. I’ll dance, drum, and smack some sense into ’em if I have to.”
The chat went wild:
😂RNfan: PAPI VS CLOWNS COMING UP
💀DeadInside22: Harper screaming in 3…2…
👻SpookyBoi99: THAT TENT LOOKS EVIL AF
Entering the Tent
The team stepped inside. The air was thick and sticky with the smell of old sugar and rust. Dim colored lights flickered from above, casting the shadows of upside-down trapeze bars across their faces.
At first, it seemed empty. Rows of mannequins dressed as clowns lined the tent walls, staring blankly ahead. Their painted smiles were unnerving, but static. Safe.
PaPi took a step forward, grinning. “See? I told y’all. Scary clowns, harmless. Just… a little dusty. Probably been here since the 90s.”
Harper muttered, “You’re insane.”
Then, slowly… one of the clowns turned its head. Not a mannequin, not a trick. A deliberate, living movement.
“Royal Nation fam,” Gypsy whispered, “we’re not alone.”
Another head turned. And another. Suddenly, the tent was filled with mannequins-turned-clowns staring directly at them, heads snapping unnaturally in unison.
The chat erupted:
😱RNfam: IT’S MOVING
😂ClownEmoji: HARPER SCREAMING LMAO
💀DeadInside22: THEY’RE ALIVE
Harper’s Moment of Horror
Harper shrieked and backed into a stack of props. A giant foam hammer toppled onto her foot. She yelped, hopping around, accidentally kicking a clown over. The clown collapsed… then slowly rose again, its grin stretching impossibly wide.
PaPi, ever the showman, spun in front of her. “Royal Nation fam… your boy’s got this. Step back, step back. This is my fight.”
He lunged at a clown, swinging a drumstick like a sword. The clown dodged effortlessly, slamming him into a pile of juggling balls. PaPi bounced up, laughing despite the adrenaline. “Royal Nation fam… it’s a dance-off now!”
Gypsy rolled her eyes but kept the camera steady. “If we die, at least we’re going viral.”
The Ringleader Appears
From the center of the tent, a tall clown in a top hat emerged. Its face was painted white, but its eyes glowed an unnatural green. It carried a cane topped with a jagged skull, tapping it rhythmically on the wooden floor.
“WELCOME…” it boomed, voice echoing like metal on glass. “…TO THE CARNIVAL OF SCREAMS!”
The livestream chat couldn’t keep up:
👻SpookyBoi99: OMG IT SPEAKS
😂RNfan: PAPI FACE OFF IMMINENT
💀DeadInside22: THAT EYE GLOW THO
PaPi stepped forward, chest puffed. “Royal Nation fam… this guy’s about to learn that you don’t mess with King PaPi.”
The clown rapped its cane on the floor. Shadows stretched out from the walls, twisting into shapes of laughter and screaming faces. Each shadow seemed alive, reaching for the team. Harper screamed again. Liam yelled. PaPi laughed, drumsticks raised.
Dance of the Shadows
PaPi began drumming on the floor, bouncing off the tent supports, keeping a rapid Latin rhythm. The shadows flinched with each beat, recoiling.
“Royal Nation fam… content secured!” he yelled. “We’re literally fighting ghosts with music!”
Harper hid behind a clown prop. “I didn’t sign up for musical ghost combat!”
The ringleader clown hissed, spinning in place, cane whistling. The shadows surged, forming a wall of limbs and laughing faces. PaPi yelled over the livestream, “ROYAL NATION FAM! IT’S ABOUT TO GET LIT!”
He pounded the floor in sync with his drumming, and the shadows faltered, their movements becoming jerky and disjointed. The clown growled, advancing with unnatural speed.
Gypsy, ever the strategist, yelled: “Tokens! Use the tokens!”
They raised their glowing ghost tokens. Each pulsed, emitting a protective shimmer that repelled shadows. The ringleader shrieked and stumbled back.
The chat went absolutely berserk:
🔥PaPiFan: PAPI VS CLOWN RINGLEADER
😂RN4LIFE: THEY’RE USING TOKENS
😱RNfam: ROYAL NATION ABOUT TO DIE
Harper’s Possession Moment
Suddenly, a shadow leapt onto Harper, wrapping around her like a smoky scarf. She convulsed briefly, speaking in a distorted voice:
“JOIN… THE SHOW… FOREVER…”
PaPi leapt forward, drumming faster, the sound somehow cutting the shadow loose. Harper collapsed, gasping. Gypsy rushed to her side, checking her over.
“Royal Nation fam… brief possession. No permanent damage,” PaPi reassured the livestream. “Also, she hates it.”
The chat flooded:
😂RNfan: HARPER GOT SPOOKED AF
💀DeadInside22: PAPI SAVED HER THO
👻SpookyBoi99: I WOULD DIE
Escape from the Tent
The clown ringleader’s top hat flew off, spinning across the floor. The other clowns, now animated fully, lunged. PaPi raised his drumsticks, drumming with furious speed. Gypsy waved her token, emitting a pulse. Shadows screamed and shattered.
Harper grabbed Liam. “RUN!”
They sprinted toward the exit, dodging snapping clown limbs and bouncing props. PaPi, drumming as he ran, shouted: “ROYAL NATION FAM! WE SURVIVED! THAT WAS CONTENT!”
The livestream camera wobbled as they burst through the flap, spilling into the night air. The tent flaps slammed behind them. Silence — except for the faint, echoing laughter of the ringleader.
The chat was on fire:
😂RNfan: PAPI IS A LEGEND
😱RNfam: HARPER GOT POSSESSED
🔥PaPiFan: RINGLEADER IS NOT DONE
Aftermath
PaPi raised his tokens. “Royal Nation fam… first tent cleared. Clowns? Handled. Shadows? Handled. Harper’s sanity? Questionable, but intact.”
Gypsy panned the camera. “And yes… the Clown Tent is officially the most terrifying place in this carnival. Royal Nation fam, stay tuned. The rest of the midway is worse.”
Harper muttered, still shaking. “I quit.”
PaPi laughed. “Not yet, fam. Not yet.”
The live stream was still rolling. Royal Nation viewers watched every terrified jump, every sarcastic quip, every pulse-pounding beat of the drumming battle. And somewhere in the distance, faint carnival music started again… faster, darker, more sinister.
The Carnival of Screams had only begun.
Chapter 6 – Tunnel of Love: Haunted Waters and Screams 💀🚤
The entrance to the Tunnel of Love was deceptively innocent. A pastel archway with peeling paint read:
“Love Awaits…”
Gypsy adjusted her ring light for the livestream. “Royal Nation fam… if you thought the Ferris wheel was bad, buckle up. This tunnel is supposedly for couples, but in our case? We’re about to be cursed singles.”
Harper groaned, gripping her plank like a lifeline. “I hate water. I hate love. I hate clowns. All three combined? I’m signing my own death certificate.”
PaPi, holding the camera in one hand and tokens in the other, smirked. “Royal Nation fam… content coming in HOT. Haunted boats, ghostly lovers, and me. Let’s row our way to survival… and glory.”
The chat erupted:
😂RNfan: PAPI ROWING TO SURVIVAL
😱RNfam: NOOOO TUNNEL OF LOVE
💀DeadInside22: HARPER ABOUT TO DIE
Boarding the Haunted Boats
The boats were rickety, paint peeling, wood rotting, and chains creaking like skeletal fingers. They sat in dark, stagnant water that reflected the faint, distorted carnival lights. Each boat held two passengers — perfectly cramped.
Gypsy took the lead, motioning for everyone to board. “Royal Nation fam… it’s intimate horror time. Stick close. Watch each other’s backs. And maybe don’t touch the water.”
Harper immediately flinched as the water sloshed against the boat. “Don’t touch the water? Too late. I smell death. I smell it.”
PaPi leaned over the edge, peering into the black water. “Royal Nation fam… this water is basically liquid fear. But that’s okay — your boy King PaPi loves fear.”
The chat reacted instantly:
💀DeadInside22: PAPI ABOUT TO FALL IN
😂RN4LIFE: HAHA HARPER PANICING
👻SpookyBoi99: WATER LOOKS EVIL AF
First Encounter
The boat drifted forward. A faint fog rolled across the water, and from the mist, ghostly couples emerged. They reached for the Royal Nation crew with translucent, clawed hands. Their faces were twisted in unnatural smiles, eyes glowing like lanterns.
Harper screamed and ducked behind PaPi. “Why are they so happy?!”
PaPi shrugged to the camera. “Royal Nation fam… evil ghosts, happy couples, it’s complicated! Don’t worry — I got rhythm AND punch.”
He banged the boat floor with drumsticks, sending ripples across the water. The ghosts shrieked and recoiled, but more kept emerging, crowding the narrow waterway.
The livestream chat exploded:
😱RNfam: TOO MANY GHOSTS
😂RNfan: PAPI DRUMS THE FEAR AWAY
💀DeadInside22: HARPER SCREAMING AGAIN
Violent Chaos
Suddenly, a ghost grabbed Liam by the arm, yanking him toward the water. His scream echoed through the boat tunnel.
“ROYAL NATION FAM!!” PaPi yelled, drumming like a man possessed. “HOLD ON! I’M COMING!”
He swung his drumsticks, striking ghostly heads. They shrieked in a soundless, high-pitched wail, dissipating into mist.
Harper, meanwhile, swung her plank wildly, knocking back three ghosts at once. “I HATE THIS. I HATE ALL OF THIS.”
A ghost couple lunged at Gypsy, their hands stretching unnaturally. Gypsy waved her glowing token; a pulse of light tore through the spirits, leaving one screaming in pain before it vanished.
The chat was going wild:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI GOD MODE
😂RN4LIFE: HARPER IS A GHOST SLAYER
😱RNfam: GHOSTS ARE GETTING KILLED
Possession Attempt
Suddenly, Harper gasped. A smoky tendril shot from the water and wrapped around her ankle, creeping up her leg. She convulsed, eyes rolling as if possessed.
“JOIN… THE LOVE… FOREVER…”
PaPi swung a drumstick with a perfect strike to the shadow tendril. Harper collapsed onto the boat, gasping. “Royal Nation fam… that was illegal! I’m done with ghosts, love, water, everything.”
Gypsy, frantic, waved her token again. “Everyone, hold your tokens! Protect her!”
The glowing light expanded, dissolving the possession attempt and sending shadows screaming into the mist.
💀DeadInside22: HARPER POSSESSED WTF
😂RNfan: PAPI SAVED HER AGAIN
😱RNfam: ROYAL NATION SURVIVED
Raging Spirits
The water itself seemed to come alive. Ghostly faces appeared under the surface, mouths opening in silent screams. One ghost reached up, clawing through the wooden boat. A large crack split the floor, and water splashed over Liam’s legs.
PaPi’s face was determined, beads of sweat dripping down. “Royal Nation fam… the water fights back, but your boy fights harder!”
He began pounding out a Latin rhythm on the boat floor, each hit sending ripples of light from the tokens. The ghostly figures recoiled, but they were relentless. One spectral couple lunged, claws slicing through Harper’s coat — leaving dark streaks, almost like blood, behind.
“Ahhh!” Harper screamed. “I’m done!”
Glimpse of the Ringleader
From the far end of the tunnel, a dark, taller figure emerged — the ringleader clown, now appearing drenched in water and shadow. Its eyes glowed green, and it raised its jagged cane. The ferris wheel incident earlier seemed mild compared to this moment.
“YOUR SOULS… BELONG TO ME…”
PaPi raised his drumsticks and tokens. “Royal Nation fam… we got this. Nobody takes my crew!”
He struck the boat’s floor in rhythm with the tokens. Ghosts were hurled back into the mist. PaPi’s drumming became a violent flurry, almost a percussion hurricane.
Harper ducked under a clawing hand, Liam paddled frantically, and Gypsy swung her token in a deadly arc.
Escaping the Tunnel
The boat lurched violently, nearly capsizing as shadows screamed and clawed at the crew. PaPi held it steady, shouting instructions. “Royal Nation fam… one more push! Drift forward, paddle, DRUM!”
The glowing tokens pulsed with blinding intensity. The ghostly couples screamed, dissipating into mist and leaving water behind. The ringleader clown hissed, retreating to the shadows as the boat exited the tunnel.
Harper collapsed, drenched and exhausted. Liam shivered, brushing off shadow residue. PaPi, laughing breathlessly, waved to the camera. “Royal Nation fam… first haunted boat adventure? Conquered. Scares? Check. Violence? Check. Content? Legendary.”
Gypsy panned the camera, showing the foggy night and the entrance to the next attraction. “Next stop… the Funhouse of Horrors. And yes… it’s even worse.”
The livestream went insane, chat spammed with laughing, screaming, and crying emojis.
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI GOD MODE
😂RN4LIFE: HARPER’S ALIVE BUT SCREAMING
😱RNfam: FUNHOUSE NEXT OMG
The Carnival of Screams had escalated. Shadows, water, and rage-filled spirits had nearly consumed them. And yet, PaPi, Gypsy, Harper, and Liam survived… barely.
Chapter 7 – Funhouse of Horrors: Reflections of Terror 🩸🎪
The Funhouse loomed ahead, its crooked entrance yawning like the maw of some ancient beast. Wooden boards warped at strange angles, paint peeled like scabs, and the smell of rot and candle wax drifted from within. A small bell above the entrance jingled ominously as the Royal Nation team stepped forward.
QueenGypsy adjusted her ring light for the live stream. “Royal Nation fam… what you’re about to see… is not for the faint of heart. Mirrors, traps, illusions, and a lot of blood if we’re unlucky.”
Harper groaned, gripping her plank. “Blood, ghosts, illusions… can we skip this one?”
PaPi held up two glowing tokens, waggling them at the camera. “Royal Nation fam… skip it? Never. Big, scary, messy — that’s the content we live for!”
The chat exploded:
😂RNfan: PAPI ABOUT TO DIE
💀DeadInside22: FUNHOUSE OF BLOOD
👻SpookyBoi99: THEY’RE ALL DOOMED
Entering the Funhouse
The floor groaned under their weight as warped mirrors reflected their images infinitely, twisting and elongating them. PaPi’s reflection grinned wider than reality allowed. Harper’s reflected face had extra eyes. Liam’s mirrored self moved slightly behind, like it had a mind of its own.
Gypsy whispered to the camera, “Royal Nation fam… stay calm. Stay close. And don’t trust your reflection.”
As they moved deeper, the floor suddenly tilted. Harper slipped, narrowly grabbing a warped railing. “Royal Nation fam… floor is trying to kill me. Literally trying.”
PaPi laughed. “Content is coming, fam. Survival? Optional.”
The chat scrolled endlessly:
💀DeadInside22: FLOOR IS ALIVE WTF
😂RN4LIFE: HARPER PANICING
🔥PaPiFan: PAPI GOD MODE
The First Trap
Suddenly, a mirror swung open like a door. From it emerged a grotesque clown with shattered porcelain skin, dripping dark red liquid. Its jaw unhinged unnaturally, and jagged teeth scraped together with a horrifying click.
PaPi raised his drumsticks, striking the floor with a rapid Latin rhythm. The clown screamed, recoiling — but more were coming, appearing from every mirror in the corridor.
Harper swung her plank, knocking one back, but it split into two smaller, screaming forms. Liam shouted, trying to hold a mirror up as a shield. One reflection reached through, clawing at him, scratching his arm. Blood oozed where the claws touched.
The livestream went insane:
😱RNfam: PAPI IS FIGHTING THEM ALL
😂RNfan: HARPER ALMOST DIED AGAIN
💀DeadInside22: BLOOD EVERYWHERE
Glimpse of True Horror
Gypsy led the team into a mirrored corridor. The reflections were no longer just distorted—they were alive. They whispered promises in Harper’s voice, PaPi’s voice, Liam’s voice:
“Stay… forever…”
“Join us…”
“Your friends are already mine…”
Harper froze, sweat beading on her forehead. “Royal Nation fam… they’re copying our voices.”
PaPi spun dramatically. “Copy my voice? Nah, fam… content stays original. I improvise too hard.”
Violent Mirror Battle
The reflections attacked, smashing through the glass, shards flying. One reflected Harper lunged, claws tearing at her coat. Liam swung a chair, knocking back a reflection, but its body exploded into dozens of smaller, clawed forms. PaPi struck the ground in a furious drumbeat, sending shockwaves that shattered mirror shards mid-air.
Blood-like mist hissed as the shattered reflections dissolved into the darkness. The livestream captured every terrifying detail: Harper screaming, Liam bleeding from scratches, and PaPi grinning like a madman.
The ringleader clown’s laughter echoed from the far end of the corridor, now covered in smeared red liquid. Its top hat tilted, green eyes glowing, cane in hand, waiting.
“YOUR SOULS… BELONG TO ME…”
PaPi raised his drumsticks and shouted to the camera: “ROYAL NATION FAM… IT’S ABOUT TO GET MESSY!”
Possession Attempt
A shadow lunged at Harper, wrapping her in smoky tendrils. Her eyes rolled back; she convulsed, speaking in a distorted, childlike voice:
“JOIN… THE FUNHOUSE… FOREVER…”
PaPi slammed his drumsticks into the floor with a rapid burst. The sound shattered the shadow, leaving Harper gasping. Blood ran in streaks along her arms from clawed scratches, and dust-covered splinters from mirrors dug into her legs.
Gypsy waved her glowing tokens, emitting protective pulses. Shadows shrieked, recoiling.
The chat was spamming:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI SAVED HARPER AGAIN
😂RNfan: FUNHOUSE CHAOS
💀DeadInside22: BLOOD EVERYWHERE
The Ringleader Clown Strikes
From the center of the funhouse, the ringleader clown emerged fully. Its body was impossibly long, limbs bending in unnatural angles. With a swing of its jagged cane, a wave of mirror shards shot forward like deadly projectiles.
PaPi, fearless, jumped and blocked shards with his drumsticks. The shards screamed as they shattered against the wood, cutting his arms but leaving him grinning.
“Royal Nation fam… this is extreme content!” he yelled. “Violence? Check. Blood? Check. Fear? Legendary!”
Harper groaned. “I’m bleeding. I hate everything.”
Final Showdown
The ringleader clown lunged, green eyes blazing. Shadows surged from every mirror. PaPi drummed a rapid, furious Latin beat while Harper swung her plank and Gypsy directed pulses from the tokens. Liam threw mirrors strategically, reflecting beams of light that cut the shadows in half.
The ringleader screamed, staggering. A final pulse from the tokens engulfed it; the clown’s body exploded into shards of mirror and dark mist. Silence fell, broken only by the team’s heavy breathing.
The livestream exploded with comments:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI GOD MODE AGAIN
😂RN4LIFE: FUNHOUSE OF BLOOD CONQUERED
😱RNfam: HARPER SURVIVED… BARELY
Aftermath
The team stumbled out of the Funhouse, bloodied, exhausted, and exhilarated. The carnival lights flickered around them.
PaPi held the tokens high. “Royal Nation fam… content, chaos, survival. Funhouse of Horrors? Handled. Bloody, scary, violent, but handled.”
Gypsy panned the camera to the next attraction. “Next up… the Haunted Big Top. And yes… it’s worse than anything we’ve faced.”
Harper muttered, wiping blood from her arms. “I’m officially traumatized.”
PaPi laughed, sweat and blood on his face. “Royal Nation fam… welcome to extreme content. We survive, we stream, we conquer.”
The chat went berserk, emojis flying, viewers screaming in laughter and terror. The Carnival of Screams was far from over… and the big top promised death, chaos, and maybe the end of Royal Nation if they weren’t careful.
Chapter 8 – Haunted Big Top: Circus of Death 🎪💀
The Big Top towered above them like a nightmare incarnate. Its stripes were faded to gray, holes revealing rotting canvas, and the smell of decay mixed with stale popcorn and iron — the unmistakable scent of blood. Wind howled through the torn fabric, sounding almost like whispers:
“Join… the show… forever…”
QueenGypsy adjusted her ring light and whispered into the camera. “Royal Nation fam… the Big Top isn’t just haunted. It’s… alive. And it’s hungry.”
Harper groaned, clutching her plank. “Alive? Hungry? I hate this carnival. I officially hate it.”
PaPi, holding two glowing tokens in one hand, grinned at the camera. “Royal Nation fam… content incoming. Fear, blood, chaos… and maybe a little heroics. Let’s go.”
The livestream chat exploded:
😂RNfan: PAPI ABOUT TO DIE
😱RNfam: BIG TOP OF DEATH
💀DeadInside22: HARPER PLEASE SURVIVE
Entering the Big Top
They stepped inside. The floor was warped, sticky, and strewn with broken props — clown shoes, juggling pins, and fragments of shattered mirrors. Dim lights flickered overhead. Shadows moved where no one should be.
“Royal Nation fam… stay close. These shadows… they follow,” Gypsy said, panicked.
The first act of terror revealed itself immediately: a ring of performers emerged, their bodies elongated, faces twisted into grins that defied human anatomy. Each step echoed like nails on a coffin.
Harper screamed. “I knew it! I KNEW IT! RUN!”
PaPi raised his drumsticks and slammed them against the floor, sending a vibrating shockwave through the Big Top. The performers staggered, shrieking in distorted, high-pitched voices.
The chat went insane:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI SAVING THEM AGAIN
😂RN4LIFE: HARPER PANIC MODE
👻SpookyBoi99: THIS IS TERRIFYING
Deadly Traps
The floor shifted suddenly. Panels sank beneath their feet, revealing spikes beneath. Liam barely leapt aside as a ghostly hand shot up from the pit, grasping at his ankle. Harper tumbled, slamming into PaPi, nearly knocking them both into the trap.
“Royal Nation fam… this floor wants blood!” PaPi shouted, striking the boards with drumsticks to keep shadows at bay.
From above, trapeze artists swung into view — skeletal performers with jagged teeth, slicing downward with rusted hooks. Gypsy shouted, waving her tokens in protective pulses. Sparks of light cut through the swinging shadows, sending one trapeze artist crashing into a wall, shattering in a spray of black mist.
The chat spiked:
💀DeadInside22: THEY’RE GETTING SLAUGHTERED
😂RNfan: PAPI HERO MODE
😱RNfam: HORROR MAXED
Possession Attempt
A dark mist seeped from the tent poles, wrapping Harper in ghostly tendrils. Her eyes rolled back, mouth twisting in a silent scream. She spoke in a distorted voice:
“JOIN… THE SHOW… FOREVER…”
PaPi swung his drumsticks, smashing the mist into the canvas ceiling. Gypsy pulsed her tokens. The mist screamed and recoiled, leaving Harper trembling but alive. Blood ran down her arms from claws that had burned her skin.
“Royal Nation fam… that was too close,” PaPi said, brushing dust off his face.
The chat spammed:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI SAVES HARPER AGAIN
💀DeadInside22: SHE’S POSSESSED WTF
😂RNfan: FUNNY AND TERRIFYING
Ringleader Reappears
The ringleader clown stepped into the center of the Big Top. Its body was impossible: limbs bent in every direction, eyes glowing green, jagged teeth clicking. It raised a jagged cane dripping black liquid.
“YOUR SOULS… BELONG TO ME!”
It slammed the cane into the ground. Shadows erupted from the floor and walls, clawing, grabbing, tearing.
PaPi yelled, drumming furiously. Each beat shattered mirrors, threw shadows backward, and caused the Big Top’s supports to groan.
Harper swung her plank like a bat, knocking shadows aside, but one ripped her coat, leaving scratches that burned like fire. Liam’s arm was slashed by clawed hands, bleeding profusely. Gypsy directed pulses of light from the tokens, but the shadows were endless.
The chat went berserk:
😱RNfam: THEY’RE GETTING SLAUGHTERED
🔥PaPiFan: PAPI DRUMMING FOR SURVIVAL
😂RNfan: BLOOD AND CHAOS
Near-Death Moments
One of the skeletal trapeze artists swung down directly at PaPi. He ducked at the last second, but the hook grazed his shoulder, cutting a deep gash. Blood ran down his arm, mixing with sweat and dirt.
Harper screamed as a ghostly hand grabbed her leg, trying to pull her into a pit of spikes. PaPi lunged, grabbing her waist, yanking her back with all his strength.
Liam staggered as a shadow lunged, catching him on the shoulder. Blood sprayed across the wooden floor as he slammed the shadow away with a broken mirror shard.
Gypsy shouted, “Royal Nation fam… everyone stay together! Use the tokens!”
They raised their glowing tokens. Pulses of light radiated outward, striking shadows, hurling them back. One by one, the spectral performers screeched and dissolved, but the ringleader clown remained, watching, patient.
Final Escape
The Big Top began collapsing. Supports cracked, canvas tore, and flaming lights fell from the ceiling. PaPi yelled, “ROYAL NATION FAM… HOLD ON!”
The team sprinted through warped mirrors, dodging falling beams and clawing shadows. One misstep could mean death. Harper tripped, nearly falling into a pit of spikes, but PaPi grabbed her just in time. Liam threw a mirror at a swinging trapeze skeleton, shattering it. Gypsy unleashed a pulse from her tokens, clearing a path.
With a final coordinated push, they burst through the torn exit flap, landing on the carnival ground outside. The Big Top groaned and collapsed behind them in a pile of wood, metal, and shadow.
They were bloodied, bruised, and exhausted — but alive. Barely.
The chat went wild:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI SURVIVES AGAIN
😂RN4LIFE: THEY’RE ALL ALIVE… BARELY
😱RNfam: THIS IS INSANE CONTENT
Aftermath
PaPi raised the tokens, breathing heavily. “Royal Nation fam… the Haunted Big Top? Survived… but just barely.”
Harper slumped against him, muttering, “I’m done. I’m so done. No more haunted things. Ever.”
Gypsy panned the camera. “Next stop… the Hall of Mirrors, and yes, it’s probably the deadliest part left.”
Liam wiped blood from his arm. “I almost died, PaPi. Almost.”
PaPi grinned, blood and sweat dripping from his face. “Royal Nation fam… content, chaos, survival. That’s how we do it.”
The Carnival of Screams had nearly claimed them all, but the Royal Nation crew had survived — barely.
And from the shadows, faint laughter echoed…
Chapter 9 – Hall of Mirrors: Reflections of Madness 🪞💀
The Hall of Mirrors stretched before them like a labyrinthine nightmare. Rows of fractured glass reflected the carnival lights in warped, sinister angles. Every reflection seemed alive, moving independently, whispering promises of doom. The air was thick with a metallic tang, faint screams, and the smell of decayed fabric.
QueenGypsy adjusted her ring light. “Royal Nation fam… this is the final test before the Big Top finale. Mirrors can reflect the soul, the mind… and sometimes trap it. Stay close. Trust no reflection.”
Harper groaned. “I literally can’t. Every single reflection is going to kill me. Or possess me. Or both.”
PaPi, holding his glowing tokens, grinned at the camera. “Royal Nation fam… content, chaos, scares… we survive, we stream, we conquer. Let’s go.”
The livestream chat was already frantic:
💀DeadInside22: MIRRORS ARE EVIL
😂RNfan: PAPI ABOUT TO GO MAD
😱RNfam: HARPER IS GONNA DIE
Entering the Labyrinth
They stepped carefully into the first mirrored corridor. Their reflections stretched unnaturally: Harper’s arms were twice as long, PaPi’s torso elongated, Liam’s face twisted in a permanent scream. Every step echoed with a metallic ting, like knives scraping glass.
Gypsy whispered, “Royal Nation fam… keep together. The reflections will try to separate you. Stay close. And don’t trust what you see.”
Suddenly, a reflection moved independently. Harper’s mirrored self smiled with jagged teeth. Liam’s twin laughed, though he had said nothing. PaPi’s reflection lifted drumsticks and slammed them down — on him, in perfect mockery.
The chat went insane:
🔥PaPiFan: MIRRORS MOVING WTF
😂RN4LIFE: HARPER PANIC MODE
💀DeadInside22: THEY’RE GOING MAD
Psychological Assault
The reflections whispered directly to them, voices mimicking friends and foes.
“Harper… leave them. Run.”
“PaPi… you can’t save them all.”
“Liam… it’s better to join us.”
Harper trembled, clutching her plank. “Royal Nation fam… they’re saying my thoughts!”
PaPi laughed nervously. “Royal Nation fam… don’t mind them. I improvise too much for reflections to outdo me!”
The hallucinations intensified. The mirrors reflected horrifying visions: bloodied versions of themselves, shadows ripping through their bodies, the carnival collapsing around them. Every step forward felt like wading through mud while the mirrors tried to drag them backward.
Violent Encounters
From the fractured glass, skeletal hands reached out, clawing at their clothes and skin. Harper swung her plank, cutting through a hand, but it multiplied into two smaller, clawed shadows. Liam raised a broken mirror, reflecting light to burn the hands. PaPi pounded the floor with his drumsticks, sending shockwaves that shattered mirrors and repelled shadows.
The ringleader clown appeared in the largest mirror at the center of the hall, eyes glowing green. Its body stretched impossibly, limbs bending in unnatural angles.
“YOUR MINDS… BELONG TO ME!”
With a swift swing of its jagged cane, the ringleader shattered mirrors in a cascading wave. The team was thrown to the ground, shards cutting their arms and legs.
Gypsy screamed, waving her tokens. Pulses of light radiated outward, dissolving the nearest reflections. Blood sprayed across the floor, mixing with shards of mirror and black smoke.
The livestream chat was in chaos:
😱RNfam: THEY’RE GETTING SLAUGHTERED
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI FIGHTS ON
😂RNfan: HARPER BLEEDING OMG
Near-Possession
A shadow lunged at Harper, wrapping her in smoky tendrils. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth twisted in a silent scream:
“JOIN… THE HALL… FOREVER…”
PaPi swung his drumsticks furiously, shattering the tendrils. Gypsy unleashed a pulse from her tokens, forcing the shadow back. Harper collapsed, trembling, blood streaked across her arms.
“Royal Nation fam… this is illegal. I do not consent,” Harper whispered, tears in her eyes.
The chat spammed:
💀DeadInside22: HARPER POSSESSED AGAIN
😂RNfan: PAPI GOD MODE
😱RNfam: BLOOD EVERYWHERE
Final Confrontation
The ringleader clown advanced. Each step twisted the reflections further, warping reality. PaPi pounded his drumsticks, sending vibrations through the floor and mirrors. Shadows erupted, clawing, grabbing, slicing.
Harper swung her plank like a madwoman, Liam threw mirrors to cut through spectral limbs, and Gypsy pulsed her tokens with blinding light. Blood, smoke, and shattered glass filled the hall.
The ringleader’s scream echoed, shaking the carnival itself. “YOUR SOULS… WILL NEVER LEAVE!”
PaPi yelled, drumming faster, the livestream capturing every terrifying second. The team fought through shards, shadows, and hallucinatory doubles of themselves. One misstep would mean total death.
Barely Surviving
With a final synchronized effort, the team pushed through a wall of mirrors that seemed to fold reality itself. PaPi slammed the floor with a final, deafening rhythm. Gypsy unleashed the brightest pulse from her tokens yet. The ringleader screamed, the hall shattered in a blinding explosion of glass and shadows.
They stumbled outside, collapsing on the carnival ground. Blood, sweat, and soot coated their bodies. Harper shook, muttering, “I… I almost died.”
PaPi grinned, battered and bruised. “Royal Nation fam… Hall of Mirrors? Survived… barely. Content? Legendary.”
Liam wiped blood from his arm, panting. “I thought we were dead. Multiple times.”
Gypsy panned the camera to the final ride looming in the distance. “Next stop… the Haunted Carousel. And yes… it’s the deadliest ride of all.”
The livestream exploded, viewers spamming emojis of terror, blood, and chaos. The Carnival of Screams had pushed them to the edge… and the final nightmare awaited.
Chapter 10 – Haunted Carousel: Spin of Death 🎠💀
The Haunted Carousel rose before them like a warped crown of steel and horror. Its horses were skeletal, their eyes hollow, mouths frozen in silent screams. The music box played a warped, discordant tune that made their teeth ache. Wind howled through broken panels, carrying whispers:
“Spin… spin… forever…”
QueenGypsy adjusted her ring light for the livestream. “Royal Nation fam… the Carousel isn’t just haunted. It’s alive. It feeds on fear, blood, and chaos. Stay close, and don’t trust the ride.”
Harper groaned, gripping her plank. “I’ve survived everything else… but this? This is literally the end.”
PaPi held the glowing tokens high. “Royal Nation fam… content, chaos, fear, blood… we survive, we stream, we conquer. Let’s go!”
The livestream exploded:
💀DeadInside22: CAROUSEL OF DEATH
😂RNfan: PAPI ABOUT TO DIE
😱RNfam: HARPER IS SCREWED
Entering the Carousel
They stepped onto the rotating platform. The wood creaked ominously. Each horse seemed alive, their skeletal legs stretching and bending unnaturally. Reflections of their faces appeared in the polished wood, twisted, grinning, whispering threats.
Gypsy warned, “Royal Nation fam… every reflection, every horse, every note of that music box… it wants you.”
Suddenly, the carousel lurched violently. Shadows erupted from beneath the horses, clawing at legs and arms. Harper screamed, swinging her plank wildly. Liam raised a broken mirror, reflecting light to burn some shadows away.
PaPi, laughing through the terror, slammed his drumsticks into the floor. Shockwaves shattered shadow hands and warped reflections.
The chat went insane:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI SAVES THEM AGAIN
😂RN4LIFE: HARPER PANIC MODE
💀DeadInside22: BLOOD EVERYWHERE
Deadly Spin
The carousel began spinning faster, faster… the skeletal horses leapt toward them. One lunged at Harper, jaws snapping. PaPi grabbed her waist, yanking her back just in time. Liam was nearly dragged under by shadowy horse hooves.
Gypsy waved her tokens, pulsing protective light. Shadows screeched and recoiled, but the Carousel’s magic seemed endless. One horse smashed through a mirror, sending shards flying. Blood from past victims coated the floor.
The chat spammed:
😱RNfam: THEY’RE GETTING SLAUGHTERED
🔥PaPiFan: PAPI DRUMMING LIKE MAD
😂RNfan: FUNNY AND TERRIFYING
Possession Attempt
A smoky tendril shot from the center of the carousel, wrapping Harper in shadow. Her eyes rolled back, mouth twisting.
“JOIN… THE RIDE… FOREVER…”
PaPi swung his drumsticks, smashing the tendril. Gypsy pulsed the tokens. The tendril dissolved with a scream. Harper collapsed, shaking, blood streaked across her arms.
“Royal Nation fam… too close,” she muttered, exhausted.
The Ringleader Clown Returns
From the center, the ringleader clown emerged fully, impossibly long and grotesque. Limbs bent unnaturally. Cane raised, eyes glowing green.
“YOUR SOULS… BELONG TO ME!”
It swung the cane. Shadows erupted, swirling around the carousel. One hit Harper, slashing her arm. Liam was knocked to the floor, bleeding. PaPi jumped, striking the floor with drumsticks, sending shockwaves through the platform.
Gypsy unleashed a massive pulse from the tokens. Shadows screeched and dissolved, but the clown remained.
Final Showdown
The team fought desperately. Harper swung her plank, Liam threw mirrors to cut shadows, Gypsy pulsed light strategically. PaPi drummed at a furious tempo, breaking mirrors, repelling shadows, and keeping the clown at bay.
Blood sprayed, bones cracked, and shadows hissed. The Carousel spun faster, threatening to throw them off. One misstep would mean instant death.
The livestream captured every horrifying moment: Harper screaming, Liam bleeding, PaPi grinning like a madman, Gypsy focused and glowing.
“Royal Nation fam… we’re not done!” PaPi yelled.
They pushed through with a final coordinated effort. PaPi slammed the drumsticks, Gypsy pulsed the tokens, Harper swung her plank, Liam threw mirrors. The ringleader screamed, disintegrating into shards of shadow and glass.
The carousel shuddered and stopped, silence falling over the broken carnival.
Barely Surviving
The team stumbled off the carousel, bloodied, bruised, and exhausted. Harper collapsed onto the ground. Liam leaned against a broken horse. PaPi grinned, holding the glowing tokens.
“Royal Nation fam… the Haunted Carousel? Survived… barely. Content? Legendary.”
Gypsy panned the camera to the remaining carnival. “Next stop… the Ferris wheel of nightmares? Just kidding. For now… we live. But something tells me… the carnival isn’t done with us.”
The livestream exploded:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI GOD MODE AGAIN
😂RN4LIFE: HARPER BLEEDING OMG
😱RNfam: ROYAL NATION SURVIVED… BARELY
The Carnival of Screams had nearly claimed them all. Bloodied, traumatized, exhausted… but alive.
And somewhere in the shadows, faint laughter echoed, promising more terror to come.
Chapter 11 – Aftermath: Secrets in the Shadows 🌒💀
The carnival grounds were eerily quiet. The broken carousel, shattered Funhouse, and twisted Big Top loomed around them like scarred monuments. Blood and debris were scattered across the mud-streaked ground. Faint fog rolled through the carnival, carrying whispers that made their skin crawl.
QueenGypsy adjusted her ring light for the livestream. “Royal Nation fam… if you thought the Haunted Carousel was the worst… trust me. There are secrets here we haven’t even begun to understand. Every corner, every shadow… it’s alive.”
Harper slumped against a shattered bench, plank resting uselessly in her lap. “Alive… alive doesn’t even begin to cover it. That thing was insane. I almost… almost…” Her voice trailed off, and her pale face reflected exhaustion and horror.
PaPi wiped blood from his arms, still grinning despite the bruises. “Royal Nation fam… survival is our thing. Content… fear… chaos… we survived again. That’s legendary.”
Liam leaned against a broken fence, bandaging his bleeding shoulder. “Survived… barely. But I swear, I can still hear… the whispering.”
Searching for Clues
As they walked the ruined carnival, the group noticed strange symbols etched into the ground — sigils, faded blood stains, and arcane markings that glowed faintly when PaPi’s tokens approached.
Gypsy knelt, examining one symbol. “Royal Nation fam… this isn’t just a haunted carnival. This is… ritualistic. These markings, the shadows, the reflections… everything is connected. Whoever created this… meant to trap souls here.”
Harper shivered. “So all those people we saw… gone? Trapped?”
PaPi shook his head, still holding the livestream camera. “Royal Nation fam… we don’t know. But we do know this: we survived. And if they want content… we’re gonna give them the ultimate show.”
Liam traced a line along the markings, noticing a faint trail leading toward the old Ferris wheel’s remains. “There’s… something over here. Something deeper. I think it’s the origin.”
The Hidden Chamber
They followed the trail of symbols to a rotting tent, hidden behind twisted carnival stands. The entrance was partially collapsed, chains dangling like skeletal fingers. Inside, a spiral staircase descended into darkness.
Gypsy whispered to the camera. “Royal Nation fam… something tells me we’re not done yet. This… is the heart of the carnival.”
Harper groaned. “I officially hate everything. Every shadow, every horse, every clown…”
PaPi grinned. “Royal Nation fam… fear is optional. Heroism… mandatory.”
As they descended, the temperature dropped sharply. Fog thickened, swirling with whispers. Shadows moved independently, stretching along walls and floors, trying to envelop them. Every step echoed with a metallic ting like distant laughter.
Uncovering Dark Origins
At the bottom, they found a chamber of horrors — old carnival posters depicting smiling clowns, performers, and horses — all scratched out with bloody marks. Chains hung from the ceiling. In the center, a pit glowed with pulsating red light.
Gypsy’s eyes widened. “Royal Nation fam… this pit… this is the source. The energy, the souls, the hauntings… it’s alive. Someone — or something — is feeding off the fear here.”
Harper gagged. “So all the ghosts… they’re… trapped?”
PaPi nodded. “Royal Nation fam… exactly. They feed off terror, chaos, and despair. We saw it firsthand. And if we stay too long… we become the next meal.”
Liam noticed shadows moving around the chamber, forming vague shapes of past victims. “It’s watching us… waiting. It’s learning.”
Escalating Tension
Suddenly, the chamber trembled. Chains rattled, and a low growl echoed from the pit. Shadows surged toward them. Harper screamed, swinging her plank wildly. PaPi slammed the floor with his drumsticks, sending shockwaves through the chamber. Gypsy unleashed pulsing energy from her tokens, holding the shadows back.
Bloodied fragments of previous victims appeared in the shadows — screaming, clawing at them. Liam barely avoided a shadow grabbing his leg. Every step deeper into the chamber felt like stepping through layers of madness.
The livestream chat erupted:
💀DeadInside22: THEY’RE ALL DEAD
😂RNfan: PAPI HERO MODE AGAIN
😱RNfam: BLOOD AND SHADOWS
The First Close Call
A shadow lunged at Harper, wrapping her in smoky tendrils. Her eyes rolled back, mouth twisting as it whispered:
“JOIN… FOREVER… YOU BELONG…”
PaPi swung his drumsticks violently, shattering the tendrils. Gypsy pulsed the tokens. Harper collapsed, blood streaking her arms and sweat soaking her hair.
“Royal Nation fam… that was too close,” she whispered, trembling.
Liam wiped blood from a scratch. “This place… it’s trying to kill our minds before it kills our bodies.”
The Source Revealed
In the center of the chamber, the pit pulsed violently, revealing the carnival’s dark heart — a grotesque, shadowy figure composed of swirling souls, ghostly performers, and skeletal clowns. Its many arms reached for the team. Its face shifted, grinning impossibly wide.
Gypsy whispered, “Royal Nation fam… that’s it. That’s the source. Whoever built this carnival… fused all the spirits into one… monstrous entity.”
PaPi raised his drumsticks. “Royal Nation fam… this is content, chaos, horror… and survival. Let’s go!”
They fought desperately. Shadows surged, tendrils lashed, and the entity shrieked, forming arms that slammed into the walls, sending debris flying. Harper swung her plank, Liam threw mirror shards, Gypsy pulsed her tokens, and PaPi pounded the floor like a war drum.
Barely Surviving
The chamber began collapsing. Red light pulsed violently from the pit. Shadows tore at their clothes, bodies, and faces. One misstep could mean death.
With a final coordinated effort, PaPi slammed the floor, Gypsy unleashed the brightest token pulse yet, Harper swung her plank, and Liam hurled mirrors. The entity screamed, twisting, contorting, and finally dissipating into the pit.
The chamber fell silent. Dust, blood, and fog filled the air. They staggered out, barely alive. Harper collapsed, sobbing. Liam leaned against a wall, covered in cuts. PaPi grinned, bloodied but triumphant.
“Royal Nation fam… we survived… barely. The carnival… its heart… defeated… for now.”
Gypsy panned the camera to the remaining grounds. “There’s more to uncover… but for now, Royal Nation survives. Just barely.”
The chat exploded:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI GOD MODE AGAIN
😂RN4LIFE: THEY’RE ALL BLEEDING
😱RNfam: ROYAL NATION SURVIVED… BARELY
The carnival whispered behind them, faint laughter echoing, promising that the horrors were not over.
Chapter 12 – Hidden Depths: Carnival’s Last Secret 🌌💀
The carnival lay in ruins around them, but a faint glow emanated from beneath a shattered floorboard near the Ferris wheel. QueenGypsy knelt, shining her ring light into a dark crevice.
“Royal Nation fam… we’ve found it,” she whispered to the camera. “The… hidden depths. Whatever’s left of this carnival… it’s down there.”
Harper groaned, holding her plank like a lifeline. “Hidden depths? I just survived clowns, shadows, ghosts, and a carousel of death… and now it’s underground? No. Nope. Absolutely not.”
PaPi grinned at the camera, still holding his glowing tokens. “Royal Nation fam… content, chaos, fear… and survival. This is the last show, and your boy King PaPi is leading it!”
The livestream was alive with excitement:
💀DeadInside22: GOING UNDERGROUND WTF
😂RNfan: PAPI IS CRAZY
😱RNfam: HARPER WILL DIE
Descent Into Darkness
A spiral staircase led down into the blackness. Every step echoed like bones clattering. The air was damp, cold, and carried the faintest whispering:
“They shouldn’t have survived… they shouldn’t have come…”
Gypsy panned the camera. “Royal Nation fam… we don’t know what’s down here. But every shadow, every echo… it’s alive. And waiting.”
Harper muttered, shivering, “Alive… alive doesn’t even start to cover it.”
PaPi swung his drumsticks, tapping the floor. Each beat seemed to push back the darkness slightly. The chat reacted:
🔥PaPiFan: DRUMS OF SURVIVAL
😂RN4LIFE: HARPER PANIC
💀DeadInside22: THEY’RE ALREADY DEAD
The Stream Fails
Suddenly, the ring light flickered. The phone streaming the event went dark.
“Royal Nation fam… stream down?” Gypsy whispered. “No signal… it’s like… it doesn’t want anyone watching.”
Harper hissed, “Of course it doesn’t! Of course it’s hiding the horror!”
PaPi grinned despite the tension. “Royal Nation fam… now we survive blind. Just like the original heroes of terror!”
Liam frowned. “Blind or not, it’s… so quiet down here. Too quiet.”
The staircase ended in a massive chamber, lit faintly by glowing symbols on the walls. Bloodied carnival props were scattered, broken and twisted. Shadows clung to the walls, stretching unnaturally.
Horrors in the Hidden Chamber
A skeletal clown emerged from the shadows, its jaw unhinged. Its movements were unnatural, limbs stretching and bending. More shadows slithered from corners, whispering their names in distorted voices.
PaPi swung his drumsticks, hitting the floor in a furious rhythm. Each beat shattered shadows, but more emerged. Harper swung her plank, Liam threw mirror shards from the shattered Funhouse, and Gypsy pulsed energy from the tokens.
“You should have left… you should have stayed above…”
The whispers became deafening. Shadows lashed out, scratching, tearing, and trying to drag them toward a glowing pit in the center of the chamber.
Harper screamed. “Royal Nation fam… it’s alive. It wants us dead… NOW!”
Close Calls
Liam barely avoided a clawing shadow. Harper was nearly pulled into the pit, but PaPi yanked her back with all his strength. Gypsy pulsed the tokens, dissolving the nearest shadows, but the entity feeding on fear remained.
The chamber began trembling. Dust fell from the ceiling. A low growl, unlike anything human, rumbled through the walls. Every heartbeat felt amplified in the darkness.
PaPi grinned, bloodied but unbroken. “Royal Nation fam… survival is optional. Heroism? Mandatory.”
Harper muttered, “Heroism optional for me, King PaPi… optional.”
Unveiling the Source
At the center of the pit, the Carnival’s heart pulsed — a mass of shadows, skeletal clowns, ghostly performers, and swirling energy. Its many arms reached toward them. Its face twisted, shifting between horrifying expressions, grinning impossibly wide.
Gypsy whispered, “Royal Nation fam… this is it. The origin. The true heart of the carnival. Whoever created this… trapped souls and nightmares here.”
PaPi tapped the floor with his drumsticks. “Royal Nation fam… content and chaos coming. Let’s do this!”
Shadows surged, tendrils lashing. Harper swung her plank, Liam threw mirror shards, and Gypsy unleashed the brightest pulse from her tokens. The livestream remained down — viewers were blind to the carnage.
Blood sprayed, skeletal hands slashed, and the chamber shook. One misstep meant instant death.
Barely Surviving
With a final, desperate effort, the team pushed back the shadows. PaPi slammed the floor, Gypsy pulsed the tokens, Harper swung her plank, Liam threw mirrors. The Carnival’s heart shrieked, twisting, contorting, finally dissolving into the pit.
The chamber fell silent. Dust, blood, and fog filled the air. They staggered out, barely alive. Harper collapsed, sobbing. Liam leaned against a wall, bleeding and trembling. PaPi grinned, holding the glowing tokens.
“Royal Nation fam… hidden depths survived… barely. Content? Legendary. Horror? Maxed. Trauma? Infinite.”
Gypsy panned the camera to the shattered carnival. “We’ve uncovered the truth… but the carnival isn’t finished. It’s only resting… waiting for the next victims. And maybe… for us.”
The chat exploded once the stream returned:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI GOD MODE AGAIN
😂RN4LIFE: THEY’RE ALL BLEEDING
😱RNfam: ROYAL NATION SURVIVED… BARELY
The Carnival of Screams had revealed its deepest, deadliest secrets. Bloodied, traumatized, exhausted… Royal Nation had survived the hidden depths. But somewhere in the shadows, faint laughter promised that the horrors were far from over
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Chapter 13 – Final Escape: Carnival of Screams 💀🔥
The carnival lay in ruin around them. The shattered carousel, twisted Funhouse, collapsed Big Top, and hidden depths had all left marks — on the ground, on the shadows, and on the team. Blood streaked the mud. Sweat glistened on bruised skin. Every inhale tasted of iron and ash.
QueenGypsy adjusted her ring light, panning the camera. “Royal Nation fam… this is it. The final showdown. The carnival… it’s awake again. And it’s angry.”
Harper slumped, clutching her plank like a lifeline. “I’ve survived ghosts, clowns, mirrors, carousels… I can’t do this anymore.”
PaPi, holding his glowing tokens, grinned. “Royal Nation fam… content, chaos, fear, survival… this is what we do. We survive. We stream. We conquer. Let’s go.”
The chat exploded:
💀DeadInside22: FINAL SHOWDOWN WTF
😂RNfan: PAPI ABOUT TO DIE
😱RNfam: HARPER IS GONNA DIE
The Carnival Awakens
As they stepped forward, the carnival trembled. Lights flickered. Shadows twisted, rising from the ruins like smoke. The ringleader clown, skeletal performers, and tendrils of shadow emerged from every corner.
Gypsy whispered to the camera, “Royal Nation fam… it’s all here. Every spirit, every shadow… it’s angry. And it knows we survived the hidden depths.”
Harper groaned. “It knows… we’re alive.”
PaPi slammed his drumsticks into the ground. Each beat caused the shadows to shudder and recoil, but the fight was far from over.
Battle in Chaos
The team fought desperately. Harper swung her plank, Liam threw mirror shards, and Gypsy pulsed energy from the tokens. PaPi drummed a furious rhythm, shattering shadows and reflections.
Blood sprayed, screams echoed, and pieces of the Funhouse and Big Top shifted like living monsters. One skeletal clown lunged at Harper, clawing at her arm. PaPi grabbed her just in time, yanking her back. Liam dodged a shadowy hand, slicing it with a mirror shard.
The chat erupted:
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI SAVES HARPER AGAIN
😂RN4LIFE: BLOOD AND CHAOS
💀DeadInside22: THEY’RE GOING TO DIE
The Ringleader Clown
From the center of the carnival, the ringleader clown appeared fully. Its body twisted impossibly. Its jaw unhinged in a grotesque grin. Green eyes glowed.
“YOUR SOULS… BELONG TO ME!”
It swung a jagged cane, sending waves of shadow through the team. They were thrown back, scraping against debris. The carnival itself seemed alive, bending and twisting to crush them.
PaPi yelled, drumming faster, the vibrations cutting through the shadows. Gypsy pulsed her tokens with full power, blasting back the tendrils. Harper swung her plank in a furious arc, and Liam hurled mirrors to slice through skeletal limbs.
Blood, fog, and shards filled the air.
The Turning Point
The ringleader lunged at PaPi. He slammed his drumsticks into the ground with all his strength. The floor erupted in shockwaves, sending shadows flying into the air. The clown shrieked, staggering backward.
Gypsy’s voice rang out: “Royal Nation fam… NOW!” She unleashed the brightest pulse from the tokens. A wave of light engulfed the carnival, dissolving shadows, breaking skeletal forms, and forcing the ringleader to retreat into the pit at the hidden depths.
Harper, trembling, yelled, “We… we did it!”
PaPi panted, blood and sweat dripping. “Royal Nation fam… content, chaos… survived. Legendary.”
Escape
The carnival began collapsing. Twisted structures fell. Fires ignited across the grounds. The team sprinted toward the exit. Harper slipped, nearly falling into a shadow pit, but PaPi grabbed her. Liam dodged falling beams. Gypsy pulsed her tokens to dissolve the last tendrils of darkness.
Finally, they emerged into the night. The carnival lay in ruins, smoke rising into the sky. They were bloodied, bruised, exhausted… but alive. Barely.
The livestream captured every moment: viewers cheered, cried, and spammed emojis of terror and awe.
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI GOD MODE AGAIN
😂RN4LIFE: THEY SURVIVED… BARELY
😱RNfam: ROYAL NATION LEGENDS
Aftermath
PaPi grinned, holding the glowing tokens. “Royal Nation fam… we survived the Carnival of Screams. Horror? Maxed. Chaos? Maxed. Trauma? Infinite. Content? Legendary.”
Gypsy panned the camera to the ruins. “The carnival may be gone… for now. But I can feel it. Somewhere… it’s still alive. Waiting. And Royal Nation… we’ll be back. Better. Stronger. Ready for the next horror.”
Harper muttered, “Next… no. I need… therapy first.”
Liam laughed weakly, blood on his arm. “Royal Nation fam… barely survived… but we did. And that’s all that counts.”
PaPi winked at the camera. “Royal Nation fam… always survive. Always stream. Always conquer. Until the next adventure…”
The livestream chat exploded:
💀DeadInside22: ROYAL NATION SURVIVED
😂RNfan: LEGENDS
🔥PaPiFan: KING PAPI AND QUEENGYPSY FOREVER
The Carnival of Screams lay in ruin, but the horrors had left their mark — blood, trauma, and whispers of future terror. Royal Nation had survived, barely, but the world of haunted nightmares and live-streamed chaos was far from over.
And somewhere in the shadows, faint laughter promised the next adventure…
