Post by Chuckles on Oct 11, 2019 21:51:19 GMT -5
The scene opened, as it had a thousand times before, with a rickety old camera bringing it to life. The focus took longer than modern technology and the picture quality was akin to something Rob Zombie would film but eventually Chuckles the Clown, a battle scarred creature carved out of flesh and hate, would come into focus. 12 Years. It had been 12 years since the Devil made Bastard had appeared in front of the good ol' Chucklescam. Chuckles had never really upgraded. The old model worked just fine. However the men from the network had a helluva time getting it streaming, or so they told him. Chuckles didn't really know much about all that.
Chuckles sat in some random locker in a random state. Alone. Slowly, he taped his gnarled hands, his cracked lips and grease painted face peeled into a terrible smile. The kind of smile that caused nightmares and restraining orders. His chipped teeth were on full display. He looked like something that you'd tell your child wasn't under their bed. A bad dream lurking in a closet. Somewhere in the background a muffled roar of a rowdy audience could be heard resonating. This was Chuckles last night working the indi's for therapeutic fun. He almost felt the sigh of relief. Small giggles occasionally oozed out of his gullet as he addressed the camera.
"It has been so long." Chuckles said, his blood shot eyes staring dead center into the camera.
"Twelve years ago, give or take, was the last time I remember tasting the pure and utter disdain of a live audience that filled more seats than a hockey rink. The memory, oh it's like yesterday! I remember the brutality. You see people don't like when you crush their heroes. When you take something they found beautiful....they found inspiring....they found HEROIC and breaking it in front of them. But you know what they do?"
Chuckles seemed disturbingly giddy as he spoke. Getting quicker and quicker with intensity building and dripping off of every single word. He paused, as if expecting an answer.
"They pay attention. Every single eye in the house is on you as they curse and boo and hiss. They shower you with gifts like thrown drinks or bags of popcorn. Sometimes they try and even hop the barricade! The attention is....absolutely intoxicating. I have never had a problem being a spectacle. In my day, we didn't mind a little color. A splash of blood. But my, my...how things have changed."
Chuckles stood, stretching. His body was like a renascence painting made of scar tissue.
"I don't want people to think of this as a comeback or anything like that. I want them to think of it as a sequel. This is a sequel to the most disgusting,terrifying horror movie you have ever seen. The kind of movie where the monster you thought was dead crawls out of it's grave, stronger than ever, looking to do nothing but destroy everything in it's path. OH! And Andi!"
The disgusting clowns eyes popped wide open as if he had been struck by a lightning bolt made of sadistic excitement.
"You get to be my survivor girl! Every horror movie has one, doesn't it? The brave and bad ass gal who is the only one who has a hope in HELL about going toe to toe with the monster! She is fast and strong and amazing. She's beautiful.....and inspiring....and heroic... but in this sequel.....I don't think she comes out on top. I mean don't get me wrong! When the music hits and you come on down to that sacrificial pit they throw you into.....the audience is going to be rooting for you! They are going to want you to succeed. but you know what else that they're going to be saying....the thing they say in every horror movie. ANDI! DON'T GO DOWN THERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THAT'S WHERE THE MONSTER IS! And Andi......"
Chuckles leaned closely into the camera, his eyes peering into every single person watching.
" They are absolutely right. In that ring. Lurking in the locker room. The monsters there. It's real. It's hungry and it's never been stronger. They might cheer your name. They might curse my very existence...but it's just like a horror movie, Andi. If you walk into that ring, the Monster's gonna getcha!"
Chuckles started to laugh and the sound of it was revolting. It sounded like a mashup of nightmare fuel and someone taking a belt sander to a living thing. What started as a slow gurgle grew into a cacophony of horrific hilarity. The hardcore urban legend grasped comically at his ribs before plopping back down into his chair and addressing the camera one last time.
"Listen to the audience, Andi. Don't go where the monsters hiding. Run....because if you don't, I'll do exactly what it is that monsters do, I will love every second of it, and I will do everything in my power to make sure everyone in attendance enjoy's the show. "
The Camera began to fade to black as that despicable laughter poured from the deranged clown leaving the entire audience one last opportunity hear what dread sounded like.
Chuckles sat in some random locker in a random state. Alone. Slowly, he taped his gnarled hands, his cracked lips and grease painted face peeled into a terrible smile. The kind of smile that caused nightmares and restraining orders. His chipped teeth were on full display. He looked like something that you'd tell your child wasn't under their bed. A bad dream lurking in a closet. Somewhere in the background a muffled roar of a rowdy audience could be heard resonating. This was Chuckles last night working the indi's for therapeutic fun. He almost felt the sigh of relief. Small giggles occasionally oozed out of his gullet as he addressed the camera.
"It has been so long." Chuckles said, his blood shot eyes staring dead center into the camera.
"Twelve years ago, give or take, was the last time I remember tasting the pure and utter disdain of a live audience that filled more seats than a hockey rink. The memory, oh it's like yesterday! I remember the brutality. You see people don't like when you crush their heroes. When you take something they found beautiful....they found inspiring....they found HEROIC and breaking it in front of them. But you know what they do?"
Chuckles seemed disturbingly giddy as he spoke. Getting quicker and quicker with intensity building and dripping off of every single word. He paused, as if expecting an answer.
"They pay attention. Every single eye in the house is on you as they curse and boo and hiss. They shower you with gifts like thrown drinks or bags of popcorn. Sometimes they try and even hop the barricade! The attention is....absolutely intoxicating. I have never had a problem being a spectacle. In my day, we didn't mind a little color. A splash of blood. But my, my...how things have changed."
Chuckles stood, stretching. His body was like a renascence painting made of scar tissue.
"I don't want people to think of this as a comeback or anything like that. I want them to think of it as a sequel. This is a sequel to the most disgusting,terrifying horror movie you have ever seen. The kind of movie where the monster you thought was dead crawls out of it's grave, stronger than ever, looking to do nothing but destroy everything in it's path. OH! And Andi!"
The disgusting clowns eyes popped wide open as if he had been struck by a lightning bolt made of sadistic excitement.
"You get to be my survivor girl! Every horror movie has one, doesn't it? The brave and bad ass gal who is the only one who has a hope in HELL about going toe to toe with the monster! She is fast and strong and amazing. She's beautiful.....and inspiring....and heroic... but in this sequel.....I don't think she comes out on top. I mean don't get me wrong! When the music hits and you come on down to that sacrificial pit they throw you into.....the audience is going to be rooting for you! They are going to want you to succeed. but you know what else that they're going to be saying....the thing they say in every horror movie. ANDI! DON'T GO DOWN THERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THAT'S WHERE THE MONSTER IS! And Andi......"
Chuckles leaned closely into the camera, his eyes peering into every single person watching.
" They are absolutely right. In that ring. Lurking in the locker room. The monsters there. It's real. It's hungry and it's never been stronger. They might cheer your name. They might curse my very existence...but it's just like a horror movie, Andi. If you walk into that ring, the Monster's gonna getcha!"
Chuckles started to laugh and the sound of it was revolting. It sounded like a mashup of nightmare fuel and someone taking a belt sander to a living thing. What started as a slow gurgle grew into a cacophony of horrific hilarity. The hardcore urban legend grasped comically at his ribs before plopping back down into his chair and addressing the camera one last time.
"Listen to the audience, Andi. Don't go where the monsters hiding. Run....because if you don't, I'll do exactly what it is that monsters do, I will love every second of it, and I will do everything in my power to make sure everyone in attendance enjoy's the show. "
The Camera began to fade to black as that despicable laughter poured from the deranged clown leaving the entire audience one last opportunity hear what dread sounded like.