[tonight, as people fall asleep, there is the tinny, high-pitched grind of a musicbox, playing a hauntingly familiar tune--you've likely never heard it before in your life, but somewhere, on some primal level, you know it. there's also a chorus of voices--high-pithced, young, children all--singing along.

♫ Come one, come all, young and old ( Read more... )

( Adieu, adieu )

( hahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA )

( Let's see, then~ )

( Well, well, well. )

( Curtain call! )

( Roar! ROAR! How frightening! )

( Tah-dahhhhh )

( Wasn't that fun? Wasn't that wonderful? )

( Curtains Down )