Never Trust a Clown

Five days. It had been five days since Laughing Jack had lured Achmed into this nightmarish carnival. He had locked him into this filthy, rusted cage.

Judging by the size, it was probably originally meant to house lions. The evil clown occasionally visited him to psychologically torment him or beat him up. Sometimes, though, instead he brought food. Lots of food. In fact, it was kind of suspicious that he was feeding him so well. Sometimes Jack would pass by the cage with another child. When asked about this, he'd reply "that's none of your business."

Now, Jack was approaching the cage again. This time he didn't have a weapon, or a tray of food, nor did he have his claws extended. He was holding the same silvery key he had used to lock him in the cage with. Jack extended an arm through the cage bars, and gently poked Achmed's abdomen with a claw. "Ah, you're ready. Just as I thought." He pulled his arm back. "R-ready for what?"

Jack grinned, baring his pointy teeth. "I'm going to let you out of the cage, child." "You're serious? No tricks?" Jack stuck the key in the lock, and turned it. "I have never been so serious in my life. You can come out of the cage any time you wish." This was probably a trap, but it also was the only chance Achmed had of escaping this monster.

Achmed darted out of the cage as soon as Jack opened the door. As soon as he was at a good distance, Jack extended his arms, grabbed the boy, and yanked him backwards.

"W-what are you doing? Y-you said I could..." Jack emitted an incredibly loud, sinister laugh that could punch holes in steel, and closed his eyes. "My dear, sweet child...I merely said you could come out of the cage."

As Achmed watched in horror, Jack enlarged himself so that he was nearly double his original size and his teeth became even longer. "I NEVER SAID..." he opened his eyes. They were glowing pure white. "...YOU COULD *LEAVE!* HA HA HA HA HA!!!" In Achmed's final, terrified moments, he saw Jack's gigantic, broadsword-sized claws coming for him at an alarming speed.

The child was neatly sliced in half, his torso sliding off the rest of his body. Blood sprayed everywhere.

Now, at last, it was time to fulfill the reason he had been fattening the boy up. It was time to feast.

He devoured each half seperately, savoring the taste of the child's flesh. Bones crunched, flesh ripped, and organs crushed as he became more full and satisfied.

Finally, his belly was completely filled. He retreated into his jack-in-the-box and went into a deep sleep.

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Written by Furbearingbrick.