The Juggla
Ash watched in wonder as the tent bounced and swayed to the beat of the music. He heard a confident voice rapping inside but he couldn't make out what it was saying. He crept up to the door, took cover to the side of the door and cautiously opened the flap and looked inside.
Ash saw a humongously oversized J tossing what appeared to be bits and pieces of people around and dexterously juggling them, not once during the minutes Ash stared wondering what the hell this was, did he even come close to dropping them. Ash stepped in took aim with his shotgun and fired at one of the pieces. It soared a good twenty feet before a stray arm snuck from behind the Juggla, caught the piece, and brought it back to the circle. Ash just stared. Without warning, the Juggla laughed loudly and the all the pieces he was juggling disappeared.
With a low growl, the Juggla shifted it's gaze to the gnat that had just tried to make it drop something. As he recognized Ash, his smile grew. With a chuckle he crashed his hand down on to where Ash was standing. Miraculously though, Ash ended up in the space between the Juggla's fingers. Without thinking Ash let loose a blast into the webbing between the Juggla's fingers. Blood and flesh flew into his face and when his vision cleared, Ash found that the shot didn't do shit… It was then the Juggla, decided to close his fingers.
Ash felt his ribs starting to crack as the Juggla lifting him up to his face. "Damn your and ugly mutha-" His phrase was cut off as the Juggla clenched his hand. "Yea..I could do that too if I were 60ft tall…" coughed Ash. Suddenly a glint caught his bloodshot eye. He focused his mind to stay awake and focus on the glint. What he saw was not exactly reassuring. It looked like a 17 year old kid with spikey black hair on a tight-rope near the top of the tent. 'o hell, not another midget to deal with' thought Ash, his vision swimming from the force of the Juggla's grip.
Then another thing he was not looking forward to. The other midget. "Holy Crap! The Juggla!" Gasped the Brooklyn born deadite. As if on cue, there was an explosion and a puff of smoke on top of the Juggla's head, and there stood Shaggy. "Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla! He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face, and slit your motherfucking heart out. You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage! Keep juggling, motherfucker!" Shaggy flipped Ash the bird and there was another puff of smoke and Ash followed Shaggy's falling body as it fell off the now laughing Juggla's head. When he landed he bounced back on his feet (litteraly), Shaggy, muttering obscenities ran out the tent.
While, the Juggla was busy laughing, the kid took a dive. He plummeted a good 40 ft before the rope tied to his foot bungeed him enough so that he could cut the rope (what weird knives, thought Ash) and fall lightly on the Juggla's head without being noticed. Ash figured it was prudent to distract the Juggla so he did what any sensible man would do when given this situation, he revved the chainsaw, the Juggla had loosened his grip, and plunged it into the Juggla's finger. And the Juggla, like any sensible thing that had a chainsaw jammed into it's finger, screamed. It dawned on Ash that he might just have signed his own death warrant as he looked at the kid on the Juggla's head. The Juggla growled in anger and flung Ash into the air, wrenching the chainsaw off his stump in the process and making Ash scream in agony. As Ash started to plummet, he was joined in the air by gore. Gore, blood, and pieces of people. And the Juggla started to do what he did best, he juggled. Ash's body had finally had enough and he blacked out.
When he woke up, he was laying on the ground in a dissolving tent. He looked around and saw he was laying next to a gigantic arm. He got up, hobbled over to the hand and wriggled his chainsaw out, but could not muster the strength to attach it so he dropped it. He heard footsteps close by and raised his shotgun, painfully. What he saw stunned him… it was the kid. He was bloddy and bruised, but smiling. And to tell the truth, the smile creeped him out, he had really sharp looking fangs… "What happened?" mumbled Ash. The kid looked around and said, "The Juggla dropped something."
I don't give a shit what you think, I like this ending. Yet another self intro… ;)
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