The Story of Lucas.

The story of Lucas

Once upon a time there was a man by the name of Lucas, who lived in a town of deadbeats and 50’s style greasers, though no one knew why.  Lucas was a sad man who didn’t have much to look forward to, day in and day out, but he still kept on keeping on.
One fateful winter day, Lucas saw that the Carnival had arrived in town, positioned in a gated field behind the local museum.  This museum itself was famous for having every variety of fossil, fish, insect, one could ask for.  It even housed rare original paintings and sculptures, of which no one was quite certain of their origins. It’s rumored, actually, that they may have been bought off of the black market by the Mayor himself, but no one could ever pinpoint if that was true or not.
Lucas walked over to the aforementioned field, and saw a sign stating that the Carnival would open up in several weeks.  In fact, it would open up on the Winter Solstice!  It was a carnival put together by the local event committee (which was run by a gang of 50’s style greasers).  There was also a notice beneath it advertising their churros.  Churros!  That was the revelation that sold Lucas on going, however; Lucas has both a deep love for and a weird infatuation with churros.
Lucas, after wading through life for a few more weeks, grew happier and happier by the day, as the Carnival was only three days away.  Lucas proceeded to frolic for the next few days, rather than walk, and sing, rather than walk.  He was nearly stuck in The Institution several times, as no locals were ever this happy with life.
Lucas walked to the fairgrounds on the day before the Carnival, hoping to buy and/or steal the churro vendor’s entire stock to be used for sustenance as well as his own pleasure.  As Lucas menacingly approached the churro vendor’s cart, he heard a loud beeping noise, followed by a female computer voice shouting “SIMULATION TERMINATED,” and everything around Lucas went dark.
When Lucas awoke during what seemed like the next day, he looked around, shocked.  It seemed that he was in a medieval far, rather than his town’s carnival.
This didn’t matter to Lucas though, he got up, and began his search for churros!
SEVERAL HOURS LATER

Lucas left the fair a defeated man.  Whenever he asked anyone about churros, they would scoff in his face or even ignore him entirely, muttering under his breath something about a village idiot escaping.
When Lucas left the fair, he figured he would gather his bearing to exactly where he was, as he hadn’t seen a single greaser at the fair.  He approached a short man with olive skin, black hair, and a large pointy nose, and asked, “Excuse me, would you happen to know what town this is?” to which the short man replied, “We’re in the town of Notashire.  Established back in the year 1500.”  Lucas then asked the short man how long he’s been in the area, and where he might find his hometown of Redland once more.  The short man replied, “I’ve never heard of a Redland here, but I’ve been in this town for 40 years.  In truth, I was the first leader of the town way back when!”
Lucas stepped away, dumbfounded.  He figured that the short man was pulling his leg, so he decided to head to the nearest household to ask the inhabitants what year it was.
When he reached the door, he searched for a doorbell, but was unable to locate one, so he began to violently beat the door.  Eventually, a matronly woman arrived at the door, yelling in a strange dialect unfamiliar to Lucas.  He tried asking her what year it was, but she just kept screaming.  Lucas backed away, and tried approaching someone on the road, which he had just noticed was made of dirt.  He approached a tall, lanky woman, with crimson red hair, and pale skin with a flushed face.
Lucas proceeded to ask her what year it is.  She replied that the year was 3013.  When he looked around, he’d noticed that the town had changed greatly.  The roads were now made of some short of metallic, shiny asphalt, and that there was a churro vendor on every single street corner!
Lucas dashed toward the churro vendor, and pulled out the sword he had from the first time he had churros, commanding the man to put all of his sweet, delicious, diabetes-inducing stock into the sack.   The vendor asked what sack.  Lucas said the metaphorical sack I am holding.  The vendor said you’re crazy.  Lucas said the he might be right, grabbed as many churros as he could, and ran off into the sunset.
He could die a happy death, now that he had as many churros as he could ever need.
He slowly drifted into a deep sleep that night.  The last thing he heard sounded like a flat line.
Lucas didn’t wake up the next morning.