A/N: Lengthy author note at the end so I'll just get right to the story

Crow had a hard time keeping his hair out of his eyes as he scanned the area. He kept his gun at his side as he and Rocket walked. It was awkwardly silent for the first few minutes. Neither of them knew what to say or what should be said. They were two strangers searching for supplies in an abandoned park. "The weather's nice today." Wasn't going to cut it.

"So...Your dad's a Fun Ghoul?" Crow asked in an awkward voice. They were approaching crumbling food stands and fallen in game booths. Rocket nodded eyeing up a large fiber glass clown that sat next to one of the game booths.

"Yup." He said finally poking the thing with his gun. He looked up from the clown and lowered his gun.

"Look," He said with a smirk. "We can skip the uncomfortable pleasantries."

Crow let out a heavy sigh.

"Good. I really had nothing to talk about." He smiled.

"Me either." Rocket laughed and eyed up the clown again. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a shadow dart behind one of the game booths.

"Did you see that?" He asked looking back to Crow. Crow turned to see.

"See what?"

"I thought I saw something." Rocket said looking again. Suddenly something made a loud noise causing them both to jump. Two large birds flew out from behind the water gun booth.

"It was just birds." Crow sighed in relief.

"Where to next?" Rocket said as his heart returned to normal speed.

"I think we should check out that waffle shack." Crow pointed behind Rocket. Rocket turned to look and then looked back to Crow.

"Sounds good to me. I really have no idea what would be at an Amusing Park. I've never even heard of one before." Rocket said as they walked closer.

"They used to be tourist attractions." Crow said looking around thoughtfully. "When I was really little my mom would take me to this one near our house."

They were inside the waffle shack now. Crow poked his head out the opening and pointed to the large metal wheel.

"That thing spins in a circle and you ride those seats to the top. Then shacks like this were filled with really good food. And you'd play games at those booths. You usually shoot a gun filled with water at a target. Whoever had the best score won a large stuffed toy." He smiled to himself looking at the old game booth. Slowly his smile faded.

"But that was before the war." He said going back to rummaging. Rocket hesitated for a second.

"Every Killjoy gets started some how." He shrugged. "I know you guys don't think we're cut out to be Killjoy material. We grew up with parents who ended the war. I guess they wanted us to have the childhood they never had. If it wasn't for my Uncle Ray teaching me medicine I wouldn't know a thing. He always said medicine was something the world would always need. My mom doesn't really like the idea of AJ and I in combat. If it weren't for my Aunt Baby Doll teaching her weapons, AJ would probably explode from all that built up aggression."

Crow smiled at this.

"Yeah...she seems a little hot tempered, but she knows her guns." He tried to hide his smile.

"That's an understatement." Rocket raised an eyebrow shaking his head. He found a few kitchen knives but other than that the waffle shack was completely empty. He and Crow continued their search, rummaging through what little they could. Most of the shacks were dilapidated or had already crumbled in. The few metal game booths had chipped or faded paint. The stuffed bears had missing eyes and patches of fur worn away from the weather. A bird had built a nest in one of the larger bears. The only thing that seemed untouched was a single yellow stuffed unicorn in the corner of one of the farther booths.

Rocket rested his elbow on another fiber glass clown. They seemed to be everywhere. Crow was eyeing up the unicorn. Climbing into the booth he plucked it down from the hook and sat it on the table top.

"I'll play you for it." He smirked brushing his blonde hair from his face with his fingers. Rocket looked around nervously.

"I don't know. We're supposed to be looking for supplies."

Crow shrugged.

"This place has been abandoned for decades. The only thing we're going to find are shitty stuffed toys and those creepy damn clowns!" He said pointing at another clown sitting several feet away from where they stood.

"God those things are just all over the place!" Rocket said looking around. He turned back to see the large unicorn in his face.

"Come one man. We're not going to find anything. Let's just have a little fun." He waved the unicorn around. Rocket's tense shoulders slouched and his head fell to the side.

"Fine." He said rolling his eyes. "But only if we can use our real guns. I've never actually fired the thing and it'd be good practice."

"Set it to the lightest setting so it doesn't fry the game." Crow said setting his gun up. Rocket nodded and did the same.

Crow leaned into the booth again and flipped on a switch. Suddenly the whole booth lit up with flashing lights. A few burst and went out at first as a strange carnival song came from behind the rusty speakers.

"Ok, ready." Crow lined up his gun. Rocket followed aiming his best.

"Set." Rocket closed one eye.

"GO!"

The fired their guns rapidly. They struggled as two plastic horses raced to the top of the booth. They were neck and neck until finally a loud bell rang. Crow cheered as the lights flashed around his plastic horse.

"I guess your a better shot than me." Rocket laughed and stood up. He reached for the stuffed unicorn and turned to hand it to Crow. Just as he turned to Crow he saw a pale ghostly white face of a small boy standing behind the booth.

"What the hell?" He met eyes with Rocket and dashed off behind water gun booth. "HEY GET BACK HERE!" He shouted as he ran off after the child.

"What are you doing?" Crow shouted after him.

"There's a kid here!" Rocket shouted back as he ran. Crow saw what he meant as the boy ran back and forth from booth to booth. He was playing with them. They could hear him giggle as he ran. Finally the boy ran into a large house shaped building. The door was shaped like a mouth. Ribbons hung off the door frame making them look like teeth. Rocket and Crow stopped at the doors. Looking up the large trailer read

FUN HOUSE OF MIRRORS

ENTER IF YOU DARE

"Do we go in after him?" Rocket asked gripping his gun tight. Crow nodded.

"Hell yeah we do!" He raising his eyebrows and charging in.

It was only a matter of seconds before they got lost. Rocket ran face first into a glass wall. He felt the cold glass with his fingers feeling along until it made a sharp turn around a corner. They were in a maze of mirrors and clear glass walls.

"Keep your eyes on the floor you can see scuff marks where other people have walked." Crow said looking at the floor. Rocket nodded and continued. He heard the giggle again making him look up. The same ghostly boy stood a few feet in front of them. He looked dead and his clothing was a faded black. He giggled again running off behind a wall of mirrors.

"There he is! After him!" Rocket shouted and stumbled along the path. They ran out of the maze of mirrors and through another toothy door. This lead them to the mirror room. Suddenly there were hundreds of Rockets and Crows surrounding them. They could see the boy's reflection dash back and forth from mirror to mirror.

"Where the hell is he?" Crow said trying to keep still. Rocket shook his head.

"Hey kid! We're not here to hurt you! Just quit moving!" Rocket shouted. The boy giggled again. It echoed in the walls of the house of mirrors. Suddenly the mirrors flipped around to their painted backs. The hundreds of Crows and Rockets vanished leaving only the little boy. He smiled and took off through another door. They followed him in only to find themselves in pitch black darkness. Rocket pulled up his communicator band and pressed the flashlight button.

"Is there anything that thing can't do?" Crow asked amazed.

"Tell the time." Rocket joked. They stumbled their way through. It must have been a scary part of the Fun House because they could see plastic skeletons dangle from the wall, half open trap doors on the side where things were already sticking out. Real and fake cobwebs covered the hall as they walked down it. Suddenly the lights flashed on in a flickering strobe light sort of way. Automated music and cackling started somewhere over head.

"Just keep going." Crow urged Rocket. He nodded and felt along the wall. The lights were disorienting making it hard to see where to step and turn. Then just as quickly as they went on the lights were out.

"Now they're just fucking with us!" Crow shouted. Over head the sound system hissed like they were on. The sound of an old record scratched the speakers.

"Well they in courage your complete cooperation." A creepy ragtime song began to play.

"I know this song." Rocket said listening. "My Aunt Victory used to sing it. She said it was an old song before the war. She told me about how she sang it when BL/ind kidnapped her and Helena once."

"Do you think it's BL/ind or something?" Crow asked a little nervous. Rocket shook his head not knowing.

"So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!

Give them all that they can drink
and it will never be enough.

So give them blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!"

"BL/ind's been dead for years." Rocket said trying to stay calm.

The music stopped as the record made a scratching sound.

"Then who could..." Crow's words were stopped short. It was like the floor below them had suddenly vanished. In the silence Rocket and Crow fell into darkness.

AJ kept her gun in hand as she and Sky headed towards the large yellow and red tent.

"What do you think they used this thing for?" Sky asked noticing how large it was.

"There's probably like a big machine in it or something." AJ responded. She was a little annoyed Helena had stuck her with Sky. She just struck her as ditsy and love struck with every boy she saw. She was also a little jealous Helena had been crowned leader and not her. Why not her? She had good fighting skills. She and Boomer spent countless hours sparing in the back yard or all the shooting lessons with Baby Doll. Wasn't she a good enough leader? Helena was always so shy and to herself growing up. When they were playing Hover Racers Helena was always inside reading or when they would go to the music studio she and Rocket would explore the dinner while Helena stayed close to her parents. The girl always played it safe. It's not that she didn't like her cousin, she really did but to have her be leader, it just wasn't fair.

"Do you notice how there are so many creepy clowns?" Sky said pointing the the several around the tent.

"That is really creepy." She said making a face and walking up to one. It was about three feet high and looked more like the clown had been squashed down. He had a pale white face that had been bleached by the sun. His cheeks showed signs of two red circles and he had a large red circle around his mouth. His nose was also red but parts of it had chipped off. It wore a sickly yellow with green spots and large purple shoes. The sun had faded most of the color but it was easy to see it was still an ugly clown when it was new. The creepiest feature was its face. It ha squinted eyes and a toothy grin plastered on it's face.

"What were they used for?" Sky asked circling the thing. AJ shrugged.

"I don't see an purpose for them. They don't have any lights on them or speakers in the mouth they're just...there." AJ said looking around at the hundreds around them.

"They look like tombstones." Sky said stick up her nose. AJ nodded.

"Yeah let's just get in the tent and back out." She said walking away but keeping her eyes on the clown. She felt like it's painted on eyes were watching her as it grinned.

AJ pulled the flap to the tent open and let Sky in first. She ducked in herself and took a look around. The size of the tent alone was jaw dropping. It looked so much bigger on the inside. Thousands of seats lined the side of the tent. In the center was a large object that looked like an upside down cup with brightly colored designs. A hoop stuck out of the ground next to it. Walking up to it AJ and Sky saw a wooden sign with peeling paint.

CIRQUE DU LIBRE

"What's Kir-kew doo lib-ra mean?" Sky asked tilting her head as she read.

"I think it's pronounced 'Sirk-de-leebra' It's French for Circus of the Free." AJ said looking at the sign and then around her. "This place must have been a circus."

She saw it now painted on the walls of the tent. A tiger jumping through a hoop of fire, a woman balancing on a tight rope, a tall thin man juggling knives, an old woman with a crystal ball.

"This place is amazing!" Sky said running to the stands to get a better look around.

"They must have had hundreds of shows in here." AJ said amazed. She could still see what was left of the tight rope at the top of the tent. She imagined herself on the rope trying to keep her balance.

Sky let out a loud shriek quickly bringing AJ back to reality. She looked down to see Sky running towards her at full force.

"What is it?" AJ asked. Sky just shook and pointed forward. A deep low growl came from under the stands. The creature emerged from below. It's lips pulled back revealing its large pointy teeth. Its black eyes shined like glass.

"Is that a...tiger?" AJ said not believing her own eyes. They slowly backed away as the large creature edged towards them. It growled lowly as it crept.

"Ok...Sky, I want you to stay calm." AJ ordered in a soft voice. "We can't shoot the thing. It's too big and we don't have time to charge our guns the full way. Lazers will only piss the thing off. The door is right behind us...when I say I want you to run. Can you do that for me?"

Sky whimpered but nodded.

"Ok...One..." They edged closer and closer for the door. "Two..." AJ could see the door from the corner of her eye. "THREE!"

They turned and sprinted for the door. AJ ripped the flap back and ran as hard as she could. She stopped short hitting something hard with her body, knocking her hard on her backside. Looking up she tried to see what she hit but she was surrounded by darkness. She could hear Sky slam and land right beside her. Looking back to where they had ran from AJ realized they had run into a box or a crate of some sort. It was only too late before they realized someone was shutting them in.

Helena felt a little bad about splitting the group up but she also felt it was the right choice. However now that she was stuck alone with Turnstile she felt a little alone and awkward.

"So um...The weather's nice today..." She said feeling how awkward her voice sounded. Turnstile stopped and looked at her.

"You're not seriously trying to talk to me about the weather are you?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Helena looked around awkwardly and shook her head.

"Let's just look around and get out as fast as we can. I want to make camp before it gets dark." He said coldly and kept walking.

Helena had a hard time keeping up with him. They were heading towards the metal tracks as they passed a few food stands. A lot of the tracks had fallen apart or were taken apart by raiders, who knew but heaps of metal surrounded the grassy areas and a little bit of debris scattered the pavement. Helena had to step over large sheets of metal and pipe.

"Can you please slow down?" Helena called ahead.

"Keep up!" Turnstile shouted back to her. Helena tried to pick up her pace but it was difficult among the piles of junk. She went to step forward but her toe caught a large metal pipe causing her body to lunge forward. At the last second a hand gripped her by the arm and pulled her upright.

"Thanks." She smiled at Turnstile. She stood up straight and he let her go.

"Watch where your walking." He gave her a dead glare. "You're slowing us down. I can't keep looking out for you."

He turned away from her and kept walking. Helena brushed herself off and jogged to catch up with him.

"You don't have to be so rude you know!" She said putting a hand on her hip. He turned quickly to face her.

"Look sweetheart, I know your in charge and all but here are the facts, you don't know what your doing, we've already established that well enough, and enough with the good girl act! No one is buying it! I just want to find Tonic and get back to New York as fast as I possibly can and get the fuck out of this hell hole. So excuse me if i'm getting rude with the one person slowing me down!" He could already tell he'd regret what he had said but he still stood by his words.

"I didn't ask to be in charge! And if you haven't noticed my whole family is missing! I want to find them and get you the heck out of here as fast as I possibly can!" Helena shouted as her face grew beat red.

"So if you can find it in yourself to suck it up until that happens I would greatly appreciate it!" She turned away before he could see the tears in her eyes.

"Just go look for supplies and meet me back at this spot when your done!" She said walking away. He could hear her voice crack from tearing up. He turned shaking his head and began mindlessly picking through the metal junk. Part of him felt a little bad for making her cry. It's not really like she wanted to be leader. Sky was right he should be helping more. At least it would help them find Tonic faster and get them the hell out this stupid, dry, dusty dessert. He lifted up a large sheet of metal when something made him jump. Looking back down he saw a hand. Edging towards he he saw it wasn't connected to anything. Upon further examination he realized several wires stuck out from the wrist. He picked it up and turned it over carefully. The skin was made from latex and had worn away a little from weather and age. The flesh felt real but cold under his fingers. He held it still. Slowly the index finger flexed. He dropped the hand instantly.

Suddenly from over the pile of metal a shrill scream erupted. Helena.

He ran towards her scream on the other side but found nothing. He looked around panicking. To his left he saw a door sticking out from around the metal debris. The tracks must have fallen around a building. The door hung open leaving only a black opening. Turnstile ran to it. He found Helena standing inside still as a statue.

"Helena are you ok?" He asked panting. Silently she raised a hand to point in front of her. Turnstile's jaw dropped as his eyes fell on a small creature sitting on the ground.

"Is that a Draculoid?" He asked astounded. It lay lifeless with it's head tilted to the side. It's vampire mask had been worn away from age and sat crumpled up in it's hand. Turnstile noticed it was missing the other.

"I remember those things." Helena whispered. "When I was little. I remember."

Turnstile walked past her and up to the lifeless robot.

"It's not a human series. This was an original model. Early Better Living Industries."

"What's a human series?" Helena asked in a small whisper. Turnstile looked back only half ways.

"For a while BL/ind was putting chips in peoples brains making them do their work. But in the beginning they had machines like this. They didn't have faces so they put toy masks on them, then when they used people they covered it up by using the same masks." Turnstile said getting closer to the thing.

"I had no idea..." Helena hesitated. "My mom doesn't like to talk about it very much."

"This one is harmless though. It looks like it's been dead for a while." He said bringing his index finger in between the robots eyes. The tip of his finger touched the cold metal. He barely noticed it's eyes slowly growing red.

"Holy SHIT!" He jumped back several feet causing him and Helena to topple on to the ground. "That's impossible!"

They wanted to move but they both were frozen with fear.

"I thought you said you saw this before, with Crank at that junk yard?" Helena whispered. They slowly began edging away backwards as the robot twitched back to life. It seemed to be repairing itself. A few sparks spat out of its joints and sides. It stood up jerking about. It's eyes glowed bright red.

"I lied!" He screamed and scrambled to his feet. He gripped Helena by the arm and ran as hard as he could. They ran past a few metal heaps and hid behind a steep sheet.

"What do you mean you lied. You said you fought one before!" Helena shouted at him. He turned away from her trying to think.

"I lied it was just a stupid ghost story. Crank is a fat lazy old man with a fake arm and works at a junk shop!" He shouted quickly panicking. He was trying to think but his heart and head were racing too fast.

"Set your gun to the highest setting!" Helena said already setting hers. "If we shoot for it's head we'll be able to bring it down and then we can aim for it's chest."

She had her eye sticking from a small hole in the sheet metal.

"It has a part of it's chest exposed I can see it from here. I think that's what keeps it running." She said pulling the hammer back. Turnstile had to admit it. He was impressed with her fast thinking. Instead of answering he just nodded and did as she ordered. But it was too late the Draculoid was already only feet from them. The open fired several times but the robot was smart it covered it's chest with it's only hand and continued walking. Finally it stopped moving.

"Did we kill it?" Helena asked peeking her head up. Turnstile forced it back down.

"We don't know yet. Stay down." he said trying to not get angry at her for doing something so stupid.

It shot out a few sparks from it's knees and suddenly began walking full speed. Before they had time to react the Draculoid ripped the sheet metal off and threw it like it was paper and covered it's chest again.

Helena and Turnstile unleashed their guns but it barely phased it. Finally their guns had ran out of batteries. Turnstile reached for Helena's hand ready to run when a beam of light shot straight for the Draculoid's head. It stopped in its tracks and toppled forward. Turnstile and Helena rolled out of the way causing Turnstile to roll on top of her. They both looked at the Draculoid. It's red eyes starred back at them but slowly it's eyes faded out. Turnstile looked back at Helena. He'd never noticed how hazel her eyes were. They had a deep green to them but as they spread out changed from brown to blue.

"Turnstile? Do you mind getting off. I can't breathe." She gasped.

"Oh right." He said rolling off. "I was just admiring your two body cushions." He smirked and eyed up her breasts. She sat up and slapped him hard on the arm

"Your lucky I don't swear!" She shouted and crossed her arms. Their fight was quickly broken when a tall figure loomed over them. The figure stood in the sun so only his silhouette shown.

"Damn piece of junk!" They shouted and kicked it. It sounded like a man. He had a heavy English accent and a tall top hat making him tower even taller. He turned to Helena and Turnstile.

"Oh...who the fuk'er you an watchya doin in my Circus?"

A/N: Yay more mystery!. So while thinking up the next chapter I had a fun idea. For all you artists out there, some of you saw my poorly drawn Killjoy comic versions on , I admit the shading and color looks like total crap because I refuse to learn Photoshop. So for those who wish to participate I'd like to see your versions of the Killjoys in these Fics, and you can send them to my Facebook or send me a link in the reviews or in the Privet Messaging. This is only if you want to. I'm just curious to see how you guys see them. It can be any character from any story/chapter/ time period/or scene you want. The one I like the most I will write a short story about anything you want (Disclaimer: no bandcest or sex stories). The only rules are you can't copy someone else's picture and say it's yours(I'll just know!), no nudity and only slightly raunchy scenes if it's funny. Have fun, and they don't have to be "Perfect Pictures" I don't care if they're crayon. :D Just have fun.