Yeah, not much to say about this one... Enjoy?
Life's No Circus
My name is Happy. Happy the clown. My real name used to be Will, but I don't go by that anymore. I used to be happy; I used to enjoy my life. But then came that fateful day. I had been hired to be entertainment at a ten-year-old's birthday party. I arrived to a houseful of screaming children, all trying to bash the living daylights out of an Umbreon Piñata with a giant stick. I should've turned around then, but I needed the money. With full make-up on and the normal clown costume, I stepped out onto the lawn, immediately making the kids scream for an entirely different reason.
After the mothers who had volunteered to chaperone calmed the snot-nosed little brats down, I started with my act. Juggling, slipping on a banana peel, riding on a tiny bike, the whole shebang. But was that good enough for them? Oh no, I had to do something funny! So I started doing Pokémon impressions, don't ask me why, I needed something. So I began imitating all the legendary Pokémon at the demands of the kids. Big mistake. I soon ran out of them, even though there were more than thirty. I had one left, but I wasn't going to do it. Until, that is, some wise-guy asked if I had forgotten about Arceus. Reluctantly, I did the only Arceus imitation that I knew, even if it was nothing like the real thing. I ran around on all fours and started screaming my impression in my best drunk voice.
"Look at me! I'm a giant, ugly weirdo who can't get a wheel off of me! I'm trying to take credit for everything that Mew did! Aren't I wonderful?"
The kids thought that it was funny for about five seconds. Then a giant beam of red light shot down from the sky, burning the flesh off of my bones. It hurt. A lot. And then I started transforming. New skin bugled out and made my body almost as round as a globe. Cannons replaced my hands, and my mouth curved into a permanent smile. In short, the beam transformed me into a cruel, flaming cross between a duck and a clown. The kids started screaming again, and so did some of the parents. I was in pain- I still am, all these years later- so I fired a warning blast of flame right in the center of them. That shut them up real quick. With a final glare at them, I hobbled away on my now two-toed feet. I learned something that day, something that I share with every Pokémon that I meet. Never insult someone more powerful than you are, they just might hear you.