Bruce B and Open
He wasn't quite sure why he had agreed to come...a chance to see old friends? A chance to get out of his apartment and clinic?
A chance to see how many people he could send running screaming into the night while dressed as a giant green monster?
He way, Bruce found himself wondering around the carnival, side stepping a teenage couple intent on eating each other from the mouths down, his hands resting in the pockets of his torn brown slacks as he idly wondered through the various game booths, pausing ever once in a while to examine one, eyeing the plushies with a morbid interest.
On one hand, the little girl who lived under him and occasionally spent her days in his clinic would enjoy one of the female ones...on the other...well, could he really pass up a plushie of one of his friends?