The Sweetest Escape

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Don't get it twisted don't get clever this is the most craziest s@#t ever.

Truth be told, this isn't sweet, it isn't tasty, it most likely isn't even edible. It holds no moral unless you decide to work in a circus, just a little nasty fun.

Submitted: February 10, 2014

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The giddy tent stank like sweet popcorn and fluffy candyfloss. The bright yellow and red colours repeated like a diseased zebra. Inside the tent's grandiose facade, the audience bellowed and howled and screamed. They were sick with enjoyment after the record-breaking trapeze act. They were choked with amusement after the juggling monkey act. It was almost Clumsy Cupcake's turn.

She applied her make-up with intentionally inept skill. Smearing the raspberry-pink lipstick all over her face. The sunshine yellow eye shadow trickled down her cheeks, blending with the fiery red blush. Today was her final performance, and she was determined to make it her greatest.

The ostentatious taskmaster vomited out his pretentious gratitude to the 'outstanding performance by Gordy the Goliath! Whose incredible feat to lift three helicopters is unmatched!' Gordy's prolonged grunts and flexes only delayed the inevitable masterpiece that was Cupcake's headliner. She sighed.

Finally the taskmaster ushered Gordy out through the monstrous felt red curtains. About time. 'And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for! Put your hands and children together, for Cluuummsssy Cupcaaakeeee!'

Cupcake rode clumsily, swerving to and fro around the stage on the cupcake designed unicycle. The hundreds and thousands in her hair sparkled like her purple tutu. Her leotard striped yellow and pink to match her queer face. She turned the vehicle to the large pillar the monkeys had been hanging off and performed a magical somersault off it. KaBOOM! The unicycle exploded miraculously into tiny pieces of confetti. The audience gawped hypnotically.

Cupcake mimed a laugh and pulled out a pie-sized cupcake out of her picnic basket. She pointed it at the taskmaster, who exaggerated a fake worrisome look. She grinned as she threw it at him, the liquidy substance splattering his face. At first the audience laughed hysterically, then it slowly died down. Then it stopped completely. And then the audience cheered with hysteria. Or at least that was what Cupcake heard. Their banshee screaming as they witnessed the liquid on the taskmaster's face burning through his flesh, melting it like a Halloween mask. Disintegrating his hair and his ludicrous beard. The audiences' cries were music to Cupcake's ears. She knew they wanted more. The exploded unicycle had created a fuse of the ethanol-drenched pillar, but she still had plenty of time.

She threw several more of the floury goods into the audience. Cupcake danced like a drunken fool as she pulled out the elastic from her basket. After skipping to the curtains she exposed a gas tank, which she used profusely to fill the balloons. The majority of the audience still sat or stood, dazed by the hellish clown. Small chunks near exits had tried to flee to the haven of outside, but after they convulsed and spasmed and fried on the electrified doors, no one dared leave. They just watched the maniacal little clown as it entertained them with its headliner. Hoping she would not ask for volunteers.

Locked and loaded, Cupcake tossed the colourful balloons; shaped as poodlesandcatsandothermiscellaneousanimals, out towards the reputable audience. Whilst they floated like clouds in the air, Cupcake skilfully began shooting darts. As they PoPPED they ignited, sending wild flames into her tranced victims. With a domino effect, one burning member would set off another, until dozens of demons scattered with hellfire until their skin gave way and their bones crumbled into their blue plastic seats, which consequentially set alight.

The pillar fuse slowly crept up towards the tent roof. The remaining public shivered with anticipation. Cupcake could see they were having the time of their lives; it was too bad it was almost over. As she inhaled their praise, one man had broken from the trance and had begun digging into the back of the tent with his nails. She tutted. This guy was having so much fun that he physically couldn't take it. She would help him out. She unholstered her daisy and threw it at him with precision. As it travelled through the chaotic air it transformed into a razor sharp spinning disk. It sliced through his stomach and he faltered to the floor, guts and organs falling into a heap. His legs continued to run headlessly for ten seconds or so, before bumping into someone and finally collapsing.

Clumsy Cupcake hopped to the centre of the stage, bowing on repeat. The applause from the crowd was astounding. She should have planned for an encore. Dozens of flowers sprinkled the stage - or was that burning cloth and ash? Cupcake wasn't sure.

The fuse had finally reached the roof. This would be her spectacular finale. The tent was swarmed with heat as scolding paraffin wax rained down on the remaining audience. It drizzled onto their heads and ate its way through their bodies. Blood burned dry unless it escaped in time to shower the stands. Inside the tent's grandiose facade, the audience bellowed and howled and screamed. Cupcake still bowed excessively, until she herself was caught by the storm.

This was Cupcake's last show. It needed to be spectacular, and it was. She had flooded the room with jam, it had risen with yeast, and now it was baked to perfection. If only she could have tasted it for herself. But she had to be part of the sweetness.

Cupcake had been fired, and now she had fired the circus.

Warning kids, don't piss off a clown.


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