The bright lights of the Ferris Wheel lit up the night sky, while you and your best friend, Scaramouche, slowly made your way to the top. Suddenly, the ride jolted to a stop, leaving the two of you hanging in the air.

“Looks like the ride malfunctioned.. are you seriously shaking?” Scaramouche deadpanned, scoffing as your body trembled. What a joke. He looked away at the rest of the amusement park, scowling, before his hand grabbed yours roughly— an attempt to soothe you.

“Hmph.”