Welcome to the Circus

The First Circus Act

Our story takes place in Ontario, Canada.

The local circus is in town and the excitement amongst the small community is ever growing. There have been many rumors that the ringmaster of the entire event is none other than the world famous, Klownicus. Calendar's are being marked, counting the days until Klown's appearance.

"The Circus is finally here!" says my roommate, and brother Cornelius

"Indeed it is." I respond.

I can't help but feel nervous as I am merely a young lad, and the circus is a big place. There are old folklores of young men getting kidnapped at the circus, and I can't help but wonder if that is purely fiction or a frightening reality. I place a glass of piping hot apple juice on my night table, and jump onto my bed. I hear a loud crack. Low and behold, my bed fucking broke. My body folds into a V shape, but I am oddly comfortable. I drift into a deep sleep in mere moments.

It's the next day, and I am shitting with anticipation. My brother disappeared overnight and left a note on the fridge reading "I'll see you at the circus!"

I groan and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, when out of the corner of my eye I could swear I saw a large man wearing a Clown mask. I shrug it off to being Cataracts. I dampen my toothbrush, and feel a sharp jab in my neck. I don't remember anything except the distinct sound of my skull hitting the soft, bathroom mat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for the one you've been waiting for..... KLOWNICUS , THE GUITAR HEATHEN!"

The boom of the announcers mic is what brings me back to reality. I am tied to a chair, and all I can make out is the red and white rays beaming through the tent that I have been put in. Before I can bring myself to move, the tent sheets open wide to reveal none other than Klownicus and his assistant, Kara. She looks down upon me with a glare that can only be described as sinister. I look her up and down, stopping around the crotch area where I see perhaps the largest penis known to man. I can see it through the dress that she is wearing.

"Now, for the first act, I will cut this servant in half!" Klown cackles.

My chair is flipped backwards, as I am untied by Kara. I am then placed into a large box, still unable to move. It was clearly a strong sedative because I can't even muster a single word of distress. Klown pulls out a large chainsaw, and proceeds to go ham. This was not a circus act, it was literal murder. Within minutes, I am dead.