- Oprah Winfrey
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Fred Dukes was lying on the bed in front of the television in his bedroom in the rundown house he was living in. He was better known from his old name in the circus and rodeo days. Blob. He was of a massive size. He was deemed "unmovable." Yes, just a few short years ago he was a main attraction but now, a two bit criminal. He had nothing better to do than watch the television. Todd Tolansky and Lance Alvers were about to leave for a hot party downtown.
"Hey tubby, you just gonna lay there all night or you gonna get wild and freaky with some hot young chickadees with us?" Todd asked.
"Get lost, losers. I've gotta catch up on "The OC," there's a repeat marathon on tonight." Dukes replied.
"Suit yourself, fatboy." Todd said.
"Ha! Like any hot chicks would wanna ride that anyway!" Lance commented.
"Chubby chasers?" Todd replied. "Hahahaha!"
"Get lost before I break your little necks." Dukes said.
Dukes was flipping through the channels as they took off and finally landed on a childhood favorite, Pinocchio. Tears came to Dukes eyes when the film finally reached its happy conclusion. He took a sip of Coca Cola and reached for the remote, turning the channels before landing on Cnn News. They were rambling on about the latest "Mutant Problems," "War in Iraq," "Mass Murders of Teenagers All Across the Country." That last one caught Dukes attention. The reporter reported that apparently a strange phenomenon had been occurring. Teens were dropping like flies from sea to shining sea. Many of the victims had one thing in common. "Claw marks on the bodies. Resembling four razor wounds." The reporter mentioned that the descriptions of the claw marks matched description of marks on murder victims by a former mass murderer in Ohio. One that had just disappeared one day after being released by the police after a search warrant wasn't signed in the right place. He threw out the name, Freddy Krueger. But the reporter remarked that that was so long ago that Freddy was surely dead by now. Right? "Could there be a copycat or copycats?" The reporter asked a police chief from "Springwood, Ohio, home of former mass murderer, Freddy Krueger." "All leads are being investigated." Dukes eyes began to become heavy. He darted in and out of awareness before turning over on his side, finally deciding to allow himself to fall asleep. Dukes eyelids popped open as he heard sound of static coming from the TV. The connection had been lost, there was just snow.
"Ah, stupid TV!" Dukes yelled as he threw the remote straight at the TV screen, but it flew right THROUGH the screen, like through some jello.
"What the...?" Dukes asked.
Suddenly the sound of static began to become more like people cheering. Dukes got out of bed and walked out of the room, following the sound. Suddenly he was in a dark tunnel with light at the end. He looked down and noticed he was in a snappy red latex outfit.
"What's goin' on here? Where am I?" Dukes thought to himself.
He walked towards the light, once he reached the end he found himself at a fair. The people were dressed in cowboy attire, blue jeans, brown jackets, oversized hats, boots, etc. Dukes noticed a sign that read "Texas State Fair/Rodeo, The Greatest Little Place on Earth!." Dukes looked around and noticed the "attractions." A human firing range, where people could literally shoot at other people. A contest for the largest pigs in Texas, except these pigs were demon-like hell-pig monstrosity's. Yes, the place was more like a carnival of horrors.
"What kinda place..." Dukes thought to himself.
Suddenly a young man ran up to Dukes, grabbing his hand and attempting to pull the massive man.
"Dukes, what are you doin' dickin' around?! We need you on the field, now!" The man said.
"The field?" Dukes asked.
"Yes, stupid, its time for your act!" The man replied as he continued to try to pull the Blob in front of him. "Your really unmovable aren't you? Come on, if you want that big payday, that is!"
Dukes followed the man, hearing the sounds of people cheering in the distance until they reached a field covered in brown dirt. The crowd began to cheer even louder when they came on the field. The man left. Lights flashed from the cameras of the crowd.
"They love me! They love me again!" Dukes exclaimed.
An announcer began to exclaim "Fred Duuuuuukes, the invincible Blooooooooooooob," etc. Two rodeo clowns, with brown fedora hats and demented makeup jobs opened a gate and a mean looking black bull with huge horns emerged. The first clown held up a red and green cape in front of the bull. The bull charged the clown and plunged its horns into him, lifting him up in the air and and threw him into the crowd. The crowd began to cheer with blood lust.
"Whoa, Man! That guy just died! What's wrong with you people?!" The other clown exclaimed.
The crowd booed and chanted "Kill! Kill! Kill!" Dukes watched it all in silence as a man with a shotgun emerged onto the field.
"You want I should kill him?" The man asked on the mic he was holding.
"Yes! Yea, boy! woooo, Kill 'im!" Responses came form the crowd.
The crowd threw beer bottles onto the field, striking the man in the head, the man became enraged and fired into the crowd, striking several spectators. Then fired at the remaining clown, killing him. The crowd cheered once more and began throwing more bottles and cups.
"Ain't no way were gettin' outta here alive, son, they want our heads. Best we do it ourselves. They wont be as gentle." The man said as he aimed the gun at himself and fired. But he did not die. He had a hole in himself but was still standing. "Your turn." The man said as he aimed the shotgun at Dukes.
"No!" Dukes yelled as he grabbed the barrel of the gun and bent it up. He grabbed the man who suddenly had a razored glove on his right hand and slashed Dukes across the chest. Dukes screamed as he threw the man high above the field into the press box, causing glass to shatter and fall into the crowd.
"You want more?! You'll get more!" Dukes yelled into the mans mic which had been laying on the dirt. Dukes focused his eyes on some hot young girls in the lower decks of the crowd. They were making passes at him with body language. He started towards them but then one of them threw a beer bottle at him which smashed on his chest. They began to laugh and threw peanuts at him. The crowd began to laugh and heckle. Some teenage boys began to berate Dukes, yelling insults, "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey Kooooooooool-Aid!," etc.
"Stop laughing at me!" Dukes yelled.
The man Dukes had thrown into the press box appeared next to him and handed him an AK-Forty-Seven.
"Here, use this. That'll teach 'em." The man said.
Dukes grabbed the gun and made short work of the teen boys. Then turned his attention to the girls who were dressed in tiny shorts, purple and pink tube tops and giant white cowgirl hats.
"That's the spirit, son!" The man exclaimed.
Dukes turned back to the man and fired. The man flew back and apparently died. The crowd began to boo even louder at Dukes. Several dozen jumped on top of him, all wearing razored gloves, wrestling him to the ground. Dukes roared up and threw them all off, sending them flying everywhere. A bottle struck Dukes in the face. He roared as he wiped the beer off but when he opened his eyes the place was suddenly empty. Silent. No sign of any struggle or death at all. He heard a beautiful female voice behind him.
"Frederick...Frederick..." The voice called. Suddenly a brilliant blue light descended from above. A gorgeous woman appeared in the light. She had blonde hair and was dressed in a long blue dress.
"I am the Blue Fairy." The woman spoke. "I've come to make all your dreams come true."
"That it, I'm dreamin'." Dukes said to himself.
"This is no dream, Frederick." The Blue Fairy replied. "Tell me, what is it you've always secretly desired in your heart?You've always wanted to be normal like the other boys, haven't you? You've always wanted to be skinny."
"Well...Yea, sure, just to see what its like, would be nice for a while..." Dukes replied.
"Then you have but to wish it and it will happen." She said.
Dukes took a deep breathe, he knew it was just a dream but he could go along with it. "I wish I was skinny."
"It will be done." She said.
Dukes yelped as he felt a ripple though his body. "I can feel it. I can feel it through my body. Its getting lighter!" He exclaimed. But suddenly he felt a wave of pain through him. He began to scream. He heard not a lovely young woman's voice but a deep raspy chuckle. The fairy was gone and in her place was a man in a brown fedora hat, red and green sweater and brown trousers. The mans horrible grin was of yellow rotted teeth. The man was horribly burned with red and black and yellow blotches on his face. The man had a set of razors on his right hand dangling them delicately.
"'Blue Fairy' your fat ass!" The man exclaimed.
Freddy Krueger. Dukes heard the roar of the crowd once again as they had suddenly reappeared in those empty silver seats. Freddy held a mic to his mouth.
"You want more?! You'll get more!" Freddy exclaimed into the mic!
The crowd roared as Dukes looked down as the flesh began to melt off his arms and hands. He felt a rippling through his stomach as his belly began to shrink.
"The only problem with you, Frederick, is sometimes your hard to stomach!" Freddy said, playing it up the crowd as the crowd began to laugh incessantly.
Dukes continued to scream as he melted to skin and bone. Finally Dukes succumbed and fell over, dead.
"Hell is other Freddy's." Krueger said as the crowd let out one more ghastly laugh.
In Dukes room in the rundown house, a mess of gore and guts laid on the floor, barely resembling anything human. Later that night Todd and Lance returned home, obviously a little more than tipsy, red lipstick kisses on their faces.
"Wooooo, what a party!" Todd exclaimed. "You smell somethin'?"
"Yea, its comin' from fatboys room." Lance replied.
Todd noticed something leaking from the room into the hallway. He opened the door all the way and saw it. Todd screamed and then threw up. Lance joined him.
"Oh my..." Lance said and then threw up.
"Well, get the shovel." Todd remarked.