More entities emerged—like living paintings brought to life—each riding a unicycle, each formed from swirling, multicolored paint that seemed to dance and ripple across their semi-liquid bodies. First one, then three, then a dozen. The Dream Carnival trembled with their arrival, as though chaos itself had been summoned to the stage.
Tyler's eyes widened as the unicycling nightmares began to encircle him. Their erratic movements made it impossible to tell which direction they'd strike from.
He took a cautious step back and yelled out, "Girls! Little help here!"
From all around him, laughter echoed. Dr. Juggler's voice reverberated through the air like the chime of warped bells. "Haha… Do you really think your little harem can save you?"
Tyler quietly listened to see it he can find the hiding Juggler.
