It had been a normal day for Basta. He'd spent his Sunday afternoon strolling about town, stealing candy from babies, glaring at little children, and kicking puppies. By the time Basta reached the end of town he felt very bad ass. He was sitting on a picnic table, graffitiing naughty pictures on the pink wood with a permanent marker, when unusually joyful, tottering music drifted over to him. Basta paused, frowned, and then re-capped the marker.
Too doo doo da loo doo da doo doo
Basta rose and walked towards the music in a sort of trance. The music became louder and louder, and a carousal came into sight. Basta's green-blue eyes widened in awe as the wooden horses spun around to the tottering music. Then something even more interesting caught Basta's attention. A man dressed in a red and white stripped apron handed out multicoloured clouds to the local children.
"Wow" Basta's eye sockets were barely able to contain the swelling eyes of his. He quickly got in line, along with many children who looked at him with great interest. Basta's eyes remained fixed on the pink, blue and green clouds hanging in plastic bags at the vendor's stand. "What are those?" Wondered Basta aloud. A little girl with two blond braids and an enormous mouth and even bigger teeth narrowed her eyes.
"It's called cotton candy" She sneered. Basta's jaw dropped. He'd never seen cotton candy before.
"You mean its food?"
"Yeah."
"Does it taste good?"
"Duh." The girl rolled her eyes at the bewildered 23 year old and bought a pink bag of candy fluff.
"Can I help you?" asked the vendor, eyeing Basta with a hint of fear.
"Can I have a green cloud?" Basta fished a dollar out of the pocket of his jeans.
"Here you go." The old man handed Basta the cotton candy, and snatched the dollar out of his hand. Basta stumbled off, and collapsed on a park bench, the glorious pale green thing resting on his lap. With quivering fingers, he tore open the thin plastic, then plucked off a piece of the fluff. He poked it into his mouth, not knowing what to expect. But as the sugary sweet cloud melted on his tongue, something changed. Basta no longer felt the urge to kick puppies or make children cry, all he wanted to do now was eat cotton candy, ride merry go rounds and chase rainbows.
And he did exactly that.
The end.
AN: Gay, cheesy, campy, call it whatever you want but I was bored.