“And why would we do that?” You hear a voice behind you.
You whip your torso around only to clang your metal horn against the metal bar going through your horse part, causing your whole head to vibrate in a very uncomfortable way.
After you stop seeing double you noticed an old man in a black suit walking towards you slowly.
‘Are you the one that did this to me?’ You ask slightly scared you can’t run away. You twist and turn side to side only making a lot of metal squeezing.
The man nods and stepped onto the carousel, causing it to lean to one side slightly.
‘Why?’ You ask almost terrified by the answer as he gets closer and closer to you.
“As punishment for breaking it.” He responds.
You suddenly remember your last ride more accurately, you did break the mare go round. But only on accident as you fell off. And it was only one horse you kicked the head clean off as you fell. The Unicorn you’re currently fused to at the waist. You look down and gulp.
“Yes, the very same.” He places a hand on your cold metal side of your horse body, causing you to shiver up to your spine ending at the tip of your horn.
‘P- please sir.’ You say ‘I swear it was just an accident.’
You loose sight of The man as he goes under your white horse body.
“An accident that has cost me quite a bit of money.”
The man tightens your screws to the pole going through your horse body, causing you to place both hands at your side and shiver at the discomfort wondering just what he’ll do to you next.
He comes up again and planting his arm along your metal horse half, testing your wait limit and balance.
“I finally found a buyer for this cursed thing, and when I finally find a buyer and show it to him, the Unicorns head is on the ground.” He lets out an angry sigh before hopping up and sitting on your horse body. You didn’t look at him, instead keeping your shirtless human body facing forward.
“Now I got to keep this CURSED thing going for another few years.” He places a hand on your recently made stronger shoulder. “And your going to help me.”
You hang on to the words in sentence before the last one. ‘What do you mean by “CURSED”?’
The old man just shrugged. “It’s not so bad you need to worry. You’ll find out about it on your own before the first week Is even over I promise .”
You start to panic ‘First week!!!’ You cry out ‘how long am I stuck here for exactly.’
The old man slides off you and walks infront. “Either till I find a new buyer, OR the mare go round finally breaks down for good, OR If I feel you have learned your lesson, OR the next 33 years.” The old man finished with a slightly threatening “witch ever comes first.”
You are stunned, 33 years like this!??!
‘What about food? My family? People I know? My job?...’ You ramble on thinking of all the things that come to mind: ‘... when it rains, the bathroom, my pet d—‘
The old man interrupted you saying: “all taken care of thanks to magic. I even thew in some protection spells to make you into a better guardian.”
You had noticed the human part of your body was strong now. But you were more distracted by your inanimate metal horse lower half. And your metal horn was definitely longer than the normal unicorns horn.
“You don’t even need to worry about aging.” The old man brushed his hand against the center of the mare go round pealing away flakes of old red paint. “Mostly” He says under his breath.
The old man then jumped off the carousel leaving you alone.
‘Wait!’ You yell after him. ‘Could I at least get a shirt!??’
But he keeps walking leaving you all alone.
This was your life as a unicorn centaur carousel guardian. For at least 33 years.
Oh well.
At least you had magical powers.
If only you knew how to use them...