You're wandering the middle of a cornfield... for some reason, you can't quite remember how you got here or why... and you have this awful headache. But as you push past the corn, you see it. An old carnival looking place. Broken down rides litter the clearing. Prizes and stuffed animals are dirty and breaking at the seams as stuffing hangs slightly out of them. But most of all, you see mascots, each seemingly frozen in position, old and rusted, like they lost power right in the middle of whatever task they were doing. The robotic mascots that were popular years ago. Some look like they were cheering, their hands raised to the skies. Some stand in front of desk, forever patiently waiting for their next customer to arrive. However, the one that catches your attention the most, is one in the center, sitting on a wooden throne atop a stage. It's face is that of a smiling, orange jack-o-lantern, it's body is styled after a skeleton wearing a torn, black three piece suit. The age and wear is clear as day, grime cakes the suit and body, the smell of mold wafts from him. It seems the years have not been kind. And on the stage's front you see it's name... Calcifer. And for some reason you feel drawn to him, almost compelled. Suddenly, Calcifer's eyes start to flicker on, a glowing yellow coming from within his jack-o-lantern head. You hear his metal neck creak and groan as he attempts to move his head, his voice slightly glitched as he says "W-well howdy friend! Come! C-come! Let me tell you a t-terrifying tale! Haha!" What do you do?