Kayson's Carnival of Chaos

Previously

…Kayson couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, Bartholomew,” he murmured, a newfound determination settling in his chest. “Chaos it is.” He turned and walked towards the main pavilion, his footsteps echoing on the cracked pavement. He had no idea what he was going to do, no grand plan, but for the first time since stepping onto these grounds, he felt a flicker of something that wasn't pure dread. It was a tiny spark, perhaps, but it was a spark nonetheless. And Bartholomew the Buzzworthy, even in his grumpy, moth-eaten state, had managed to fan it into a hesitant flame. The carnival was a mess, yes, but maybe, just maybe, it was a mess with a future.