Fine Dining at The Fair

A scream pierced through the riotous sounds of the carnival, as the area around the hotdog eating contest fell silent.

"Oh god! Oh god, it's a finger! There's a finger in the..." the red-headed contestant slumped to the ground in a dead faint.

Rushing on to the stage the judges swarmed the redhead's seat. There, sitting on the table, innocently as can be was a hotdog bun. Slowly, as if it would jump up and bite him, the grey-haired judge, with the giant handlebar mustache, tipped the partially eaten bun over. Out rolled a single finger, the pointer of a right hand. The five judges stepped back looking green.

That's when it happened, the most horrifying thing anyone could imagine...the finger moved! It wiggled! It twisted! It started to crawl forward! The judges and remaining contestants scrambled off the stage.

People were talking, wondering what to do. The mustached judge had his phone out dialing the police. A few other people had their cells out, as well, recording the still moving finger, which had just jumped off the stage.

Then there was a sudden banging like someone hitting a metal pan. Heads turned, looking towards the prep-table. The metal garbage-can next to it was rocking. Back and forth, to and fro, getting ready to... Crash! The can tipped over. Out spilled a leg, then another, and over the sprawled legs, crawled an arm!

The shouts and screams, that rose up at this unholy site drew a crowd. As well as, a few police officers, who had been dealing with a broken ride.

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Not That Long Ago.

"Ok, what do we do?" ask Robert Rapids, as he stared at the drop ride, which was stuck half-way up, with five passengers just dangling there. Nothing but a metal harness keeping them from meeting the ground.

"I don't know but the Fire Department is dealing with an apartment fire on Second and Third, so it's going to be a while before they get here," said Robert's younger brother, Daniel. Who's more commonly known as the superhero Zombie.

Robert glanced over at the fair manger and the ride operator who were trying to fix the ride, as he asked Daniel, "So, why aren't you at the fire?"

"Oh, well...one, the apartments are condemned so no one's in them and two, remember the last time I tried helping with a fire."

Robert shuttered, he did remember, it wasn't pleasant. His brother's gift was strange and helpful most of the time...ok, some of the time...well truthful it only came in handy once in a blue moon. But...I mean...who would have thought being able to detach your limbs and head from your torso, while also being indestructible would turn out to be a useless power. Of course, Robert wouldn't ever tell Daniel that, it would just destroy him, but still.

"You know the manager said there was a release lever on the seats; I could go up and just..." Daniel trailed off with a shrug, interrupting his brother's thoughts. Robert just shook his head, eyeing his younger brother, who had really played into the whole zombie thing; always going out with Halloween makeup on and wearing ratty, tattered clothes.

"And scare them more? I don't think so." Robert said, hands on hips doing his best impression of their mother when she believes they've completely lost it.

"What else can we do? The fire department won't be here for another hour if we're lucky, and it's like ninety degrees out here!"

"It's only eighty-one!  Fine you can go up, but first, wash that makeup off," Robert said as he handed Daniel a bottle of water. Huffing, Daniel took it, tilted his head back, and dumped it on himself while scrubbing hard at his face. Then using the end of his shirt to dry it.

"Better?"

"Barely, but it will do."

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One Climb Up A Surprisingly Tall Fair-Ride, Later.

"Hi there folks, I'm Daniel, your friendly neighborhood zombie, how ya doing?" Daniel smiled brightly, everyone looked relieved at seeing him. "Okey-Dokey, I just need to climb over you, to get behind the seats, and then we'll have you down in a jiff'." As he said this Daniel crawled over the people's laps and behind the chairs to stand precariously on the piece connecting the seats to the main ride.

Down Below.

"Right, I think that does it," said the manager as he wiped his hands on his thighs, "Right kid jus..." but before he could tell the ride operator to hang tight, so he can tell Office Rapids the ride was operational, the kid flipped the switch, turning on the ride.

Unfortunately for our hero, the ride was going up when it got stuck...so when it was turned back on it just kept...going.

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"What the hel..." Daniel's words were cut short as he went flying up, like a man out of a cannon. As his superpower wasn't flying he came down like a rock.

Now as already mentioned our hero can split himself. His limbs can just, fall right off. This can happen at his command but more commonly it happens on its own. Especially when he's in life-threatening danger. So, away went a leg, then an arm, followed by his head, the left leg, and finally the right arm, which on impact, as we know, lost a finger.

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Now Back To The Present.

Officer Rapids stood at the edge of the crowd surrounding the prep-station. Looking down at his brother's head, which he had tucked under his arm, he said, "Well, sounds like someone found the rest of you."

"Yeah, it does." Daniel winced or as much as a head could wince, as someone screamed about an arm trying to attack them.

"Excuse me, folks? Officer trying to get through here." Robert said. The crowd parted easier then he expected, allowing him to see the disembodied limbs. Even after all these years it still sent a shiver up his spine as he watched the appendages try to crawl towards him. Speaking to the crowd in a wavering voice he said, "No need to worry, everything is fine, just a little accident, nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, folks! Nothing to worry about. I just kinda fell apart on the 'Drop of Doom'," Daniel said cheerily from his brother's arms.

The crowd screamed, which is something that's starting to become normal around here,  while half of them fainted dead away.

"Oops," said Daniel, sending the other half crumpling to the ground.

                                                                                     The End

Note:

This was originally posted on Deviantart, as part of their stupid powers prompt https://www.deviantart.com/team/journal/Try-the-DeviantArt-Stupid-Powers-Generator-821027722.