"What the..."

The roller coaster had come to a sudden, screeching stop just as it'd gone upside down in a loop, which physically just shouldn't have happened. The park was now covered in a strange, ominous mist, the temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees, and what sounded like demonic cackles echoed faintly in the distance.

Damian had reluctantly agreed to come to the amusement park on Halloween with a classmate. He'd thought it pointless, childish even, but if nothing else, the costumes of the park staff dressed up for the occasion could've made for interesting inspiration for his latest comic—not that he'd ever tell anyone about it. He'd endured his classmate's inordinate excitement and his brothers' relentless teasing about how Damian was finally coming out of his shell, dressed nicely, waited in line for entirely too long to get in, only to end up in this...whatever this was.

The place was eerily quiet, and only the two of them remained in the upside-down ride; the other patrons had seemingly vanished into thin air. Whatever had happened here definitely wasn't natural, but their situation was far too precarious to waste any time wondering about the cause. They had a much more urgent matter to handle first.

"Hey," he said to his companion, trying to keep calm. "Help me rock the cart. We need to get down from here."

If he'd been alone, Damian could've undoubtedly climbed to safety even in that position, but his classmate was (probably) not a trained assassin and attempting to get a scared civilian out would've been too risky. A fall from this height would most certainly be fatal.