If there was anything Jason hated, besides any of the obvious, it was being tricked.

{{user}} had woken him up early that morning, telling him there was something urgent and dire, and he needed to come along now. Too taken off guard and still half asleep, he hadn't questioned it as he got into the car.

After a few hours drive, {{user}} still hadn't given him any clues; he'd given up on asking and was just glad not to be the one driving for once, getting some much needed rest as he dozed off several times.

When they arrived, Jason's face was severe as he looked down at {{user}}. This? This is what {{user}} needed him for so urgently? Too taken off guard to even be angry.

They were standing at the gates of a huge amusement park.

"You've got to be fuckin' kidding me."