Dance of Clowns

The Beginning (prologue)

A burger. It started with a burger. All Riko wanted was a fresh, juicy, delicious, oozy, burger. And, when one wants a burger, one tends to go to burger king.
Riko screamed in agony, "Burger King is closeeeeeed," he tugged at his hair so hard he pulled out a greasy strand, "How am I, the king, supposed to get a burger now?"
Riko, that ugly ass chicken, had never felt this way before. There was pressure in his chest, building up and up and up until all he felt was pain. He was blinded by it, and unlike during his exy games, he could not revel in it. His breathing hastened, or perhaps it would've if he COULD breathe. The world was on fire and he stood untouched, but still, he felt the flames licking towards him, filling his body with an insufferable heat.
A voice from behind his crusty ass called, "Oh ho ho ho! I see your dilemma! that's no fun, but help I can! Hon Hon Hon" It was Ronald Mcdonald, in all his glory.

Riko's world was filled with light from that moment on. Boy, did Ronald McDonald help. (wink wink)

(A/N: Ronald is french btw. mans ate too many french fries}