Joker [[2014]]

†Chapter Seven†: Horrible Kids ††

That night Ozwald went to work. After tearing apart his bedroom in a fit of rage. Knocking over his dressers, tearing down posters, throwing around papers, flipping over his mattress and such. He pushed those all to the corner of the room and placed his desk in the middle. On top of that desk laid his father with a bleeding neck and no hand. For now that would be the only thing he would be missing.

Ozwald almost hopped the man was still alive. It was so that he could feel the pain that would of been felt when Ozwald carved in a smile, and when he split the guy open, yanked out his organs, then filled him with the intoxicating beverage he loved to drink. 

A smile made it's way onto Ozwald's face as he sewed his father back up. "Oh daddy, it's a shame you had to pass" He sighed, still keeping the massive smile, "You did always say I was a useless worm, but how the tables have turned" he chuckled, "You wont be missed.." 

"Haha! Happy Halloween loser!" was heard from outside. Then came, like earlier, the cracking of eggs against the windows. Ozwald blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He had almost forgotten what day it was today. Not that it really mattered anyways. 

He got up walking over to the window that gave a view of the front of the house. Peeking through the curtains, he saw a few familiar faces of boys who would always bully him. What he was really looking though, was the man who had bullied him all his life, who made his school days a living hell. Phil.

And boy did Ozwald have plans for him. Plans that would make up for all those years of torture. The thought of those plans made him giggle. 

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It was later at night, just about a few minutes until twelve midnight, Ozwald walked throughout the streets. His hair partly covered his painted face. A jester makeup to be exact. Black upside down triangles beneath his eyes that were outlined in black as well. His smile matched the one on his joker card, a light purple Chelsea smile with little swirls at the ends.  Blood still covered his hands and shirt because he didn't bother to clean up. It was the night of horror after all, so anyone to see the mess would just think it's fake.

No one was really around though, just a few people dressed up in rediculous costumes would pass by every so often. He recognized their faces from school, they must have been leaving parties or some gathering teens would go to. Although Ozwald had a bone to pick with most of these people, he wasn't quite in the mood to just play with anyone tonight. He was saving up his tricks for someone special.  Very special indeed.

There he was walking on the other side of the street, or slightly stumbling. Phil was just a party man you can say. He liked his booze and when he was at parties, nothing stopped him from having a good time. 

Ozwald smiled widely and skipped over to the other side quietly, fanning his cards out behind his back. As he walked behind his bully he whistled a cheerful tune. Pop Goes The Weasel seemed appropriate, it was playing on the T.V. before he left the house. The song seemed to have gotten stuck in his head.

"What the- Aye the hell you think you're doing freak?!" Growled the bully.

Ozwald didn't answer, he only giggled. The bully narrowed his eyes, "oh so you think I'm funny lookin' eh? Says the gay clown! I've seen realer blood than that!" he grabbed Ozwald by the collar of his shirt, "why don't I show ya.."

The man was obviously not in his right mind. He probably didn't even realize the clown was Ozwald which made it all the more fun. "How about a card trick instead?.." Ozwald asked with a wide grin, as he fanned out his cards.