You open your eyes and find your still sitting on the carousel. You try to groggily get off the Unicorn and find you can’t. You look down and noticed two things.
1: your shirt was gone
2: your legs have merged with the head part of the Unicorn.
Making you now a naked carousel unicorn centaur. (You can not move the solid metal horse part.)
You start to panic and try to get your waist out of the horse. But it was no use, your skin now merges at the waist into the white painted metal were the head once was, like someone welded your waist to were the head use to be. That wasn’t all though. You look up and also noticed you now had a long metal unicorn horn sticking out of your forehead.
You use both hands to try and rip the horn out of your forehead, but it was no use. Whatever permanent adhesive that was used on your waist to merge flesh and metal was also used on the horn on your face. It was as much a part of you as your solid white horse lower half.
You eventually stop trying to rip out the metal horn and instead flick it hearing it ring out in your head.
You try to use your muscles to get your body off the gold painted metal pole through your horse half, but that like many things today was also useless.
You sit there, the top half of a man. A lower metal half carved in the solid shaped of a prancing white horse. And a metal golden horn sticking out of your forehead.
A breeze blows across your body and you shiver crossing your still human arms.
“They at least could have given me a shirt” you say to your self. And Whoever “they” were.