A Serenade for the Innocent - 134 Just Chunk His Body Down There, Mr. Whitebug

“What exactly are you trying to say?” Lucas said while the rest of the people on-stage suddenly started to look at the creature above us. However, when I did look at where they’re looking, all I could see was emptiness and blank.

“yOu WeRe GiVeN TwEnTy MiNuTeS ScReEeEeENTiMe!” The gurgling voice of something said in the darkness around us along with the sound of countless feet tapping the surface of what sounded like a metal wall. “yOuR bULLsHiT iS ANNNOOOOYYYIIIIIIING! YoU sPeNt EiGhTeEeeEEEEEeEN mInUtEs DoInG fUuUuUuUuCkING NOTHIIIIIIIIIING! NoW, tHe MaTriArCh iS mAd, aNd ShE wAnTs YoU oUt oF hErHoUsSSsSSsSSE!”

“That…” Timmy said with a moan as he kept on punching his testicles hard, increasing in intensity as time goes on. “That’s UGH… unfair… hhaaaa!”

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUU HAVE NO RIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT TO QUESTION USSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” The origin of the voice then finally showed its head towards us, and what we saw is the massive head of a man. It’s utterly round with plump cheeks and red nose, which was turned even more rounder because the monster has no hair. The rest of the beast’s body is hidden underneath the covers of the darkness, but we could see a veiny neck that’s so awfully thin that I literally thought the head is spiked on a beige-colored stick. From afar, I can see that something seems to be pulling the man’s neck back to its body, making him look like an inflated balloon with its end pulled back.

“Okay, okay! We get it, jeez!” Lucas said as he pulled Timmy’s hand, making him stop punching his testicles hard. “We’re just following the programme here! Y’all told us that contestants should take as much time as they need, and we should make it as grant as possible, but you won’t even give us time to do both?” Lucas said with a pronounced frown, which accentuated his large green eyes more.

Timmy then heaved and moaned slowly as he felt Lucas’ hands around his arms. He then spoke with a stupid euphoric and reddened face. “I… ehehee… I wuvvzzz iiiit…” Timmy said as if he’s intoxicated after what he had just done to himself.

“tHaT! SeEEe ThAt!? ThAt’SsSSsSsSsSsSsSsssSSSsS pReCiSeLy WhY yoUr ShOoOOOOOoOOooWwWWw iSSsssssSsssS a FlOOOOOOOOp! YoU dOOooooOo StUpId ShIIIIiIiiIiiII LikE tHaT!” The head uttered with a wave of apparent anger on his tone. He clearly doesn’t like the audacity of these two people before him.

“Fine.” Lucas said with a sigh. “GET OUT OF HERE! ALL OF YOU! ALL OF YOU LEAVE! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STAGE!” Lucas said as he flayed his hands all over the place while looking at the people around him. One after another, the people on the stage left: the Cabaret dancers pulled their corpse dancers as they went to the backstage, the twins went on different entrances towards the backstage while tasing the air, the rope where the jester is hanging suddenly lifted to raise the jester’s corpse, and the band on the ceiling started to get lifted up into somewhere above the roof. What remains is the mangled corpse of the acrobatic dancers who were one dominating the air of the stage.

Wait a minute, yeah, that’s right! What happened to those girls?

I then saw a pile of corpses of girls all over the stage and realized that all of the acrobatic girls must have died, and they don’t have any other extras, so they just removed the acrobat section away in a low-key fashion. The only thing left in the stage is Lucas and Timmy, but even Timmy started to walk towards the backstage with tearful eyes as he began to sniff uncontrollably.

“NOT YOU, TIMMY! YOU STAY HERE!” Lucas said as he pulled Timmy’s hair to make him stand beside him.

Meanwhile, Timmy, who’s being dragged by the hair, suddenly showed a genuinely happy face, not minding the obviously oppressive way Lucas is treating him. “THANK YOU SO MUCH, MASTER!” Timmy said willingly as he blushed while Lucas wrapped his hands around his waist.

“Alright! Fuck it! First to get five points wins!” Lucas said with a hurried tone as he looked at the wristwatch hidden underneath his sleeve. “The silver man already has 4 points, so y’all are fucking stupid! Why are you letting him be on the lead! We literally did all the work for you, and all of you just watched it! USELESS CONTESTANTS! YOU’RE ALL USELESS, USELESS, USELEEEESS!”

“MUDAfakarz!” Timmy said as he waved his hands, which made him look like a gang member asking for a fight.

“Aight. Next category is–”

“JUST FUCKING KILL HIM, OH MY GOD!” Kirstel suddenly shouted while pointing both her hands at Keizer, with her knees bent down slightly. “HE GOT FOUR POINTS ANYWAY! JUST FUCKING TAKE HIM OUT!” She said while her head is looking straight towards Lucas.

“YOU, BIIIIIIIIIIITCH!” Keizer screamed as he lunged forward towards Kirstel. However, before he could reach the nurse, Francis moved in front of her to shield her from harm.

“STOP! STOP IT! STOP THIS NOW!” Francis said while trying to stop Keizer from flaying his hands all over the place. The absolute anger written all over the silver man’s face is so pronounced that his eyes turned red almost entirely, along with his deepening frown. “STOP! WHY WON’T YOU FUCKING STOOOOOOOP!?” The salesman screamed right through the Keizer’s face, making his saliva hit the silver man’s silver face.

Keizer then hissed as loud as he could like a cat who got bitten by a pig. He then started scratching the salesman’s face with his long silver nails. Oddly enough, it seems that the silver man’s nails are sharp enough to leave a considerable amount of deep wound all over the fat salesman’s face. “SHUT THE FUUUUUUCK UUUUUUUUUUUP! ALL OF YOU DESERVES TO DIE MORE THAN ME! YES, I KILLED MY FRIEND, BUT HE’S A PIECE OF SHIT SON OF A BITCH WHO DESERVES TO DIIIIIIEEE AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! JUST LIKE YOOOOOOOUUUU!” The silver mad said while he now started to bang his head hastily onto Francis’ bloated chest like he’s some kind of ox or something. “YOU KILLED YOUR WIIIIIIIFE! SHE KILLED HER PATIENT! NONE OF THEM DESERVES TO DIE, BUT MY FRIEND DOES! HE’S A SICK FUCK WHO STEALS ALL THE TIME AND SHITS ON THE BACKSTAGE! HE PISSES ON MY SHOES BECAUSE HE KNOWS I CAN’T MOVE, AND FUCKED MY GIRLFRIEND WHILE HE MADE ME WAAAAAAAAAAATCH! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!  FUUUUUUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU DESERVE TO DIE TOOOOOOO!”

“Holy shit…” Lucas whispered on the microphone as he looked at the glass hall with an awe-filled expression. “Something is happening… SOMETHING IS HAPPENING! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The Caucasian host roared with his hands outstretched. “FUCK YEAH! ALRIGHT! NEXT ROUND’S CATEGORY IS FIIIIIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” Timmy followed suit while stomping his feet to give a bit more momentum to the noise they’re uttering.

“FiGhT! FiGhT! FiGhT! FiGhT! FiGhT!!!” The monster peering from above said as we heard hundreds of metal clanking noises above us. I think this monster is flailing his hands excitedly upon seeing the fight unfolding before him. However, his face remained ever so serious with a stern frown on his pale face. Ugh! I really hate this one so much.

After a while, the salesman finally gave up his futile attempt to calm the silver man and just stepped on the side, not anymore stopping him from himself. When he did so, Keizer, the silver man, instantly flung forward in a leap with his hands extended forward towards Kirstel, the nurse. They both then fell on the floor with Keizer on top of Kirstel with his hands tightly coiling her neck. Keizer then sat on Kirstel’s stomach as he screamed in a bloodcurdling screech like a bird with a sore throat. He did so with his arms flexing, and his head tilted backward with his unblinking eyes wide open. Without further ado, Keizer began to punch the ever-living shit out of Kirstel’s stupid face like there’s no tomorrow. PUNCHPUNCHPUNCHPUNCH! His beat down literally never stopped, and Francis just stood there in awe upon seeing this worrying sight.

“I AM WORKING HUMAAAAAAAAAN!” The silver man said as his sweat began to erase the remaining silver paint on his face, revealing his fair skin, reddened face, and his burnt left cheek. “I TRIED TO SAVE YOU! I’M TIRED OF SAVING YOU! I TRIED TO SAVE YOU! I’M TIRED OF SAVING YOU! I TIRED OF SAVE YOU! I’M TRIED OF SAVING YOU!” He then stopped beating Kirstel’s face and raised his body to let out a loud howl. “AWOOOOOOOOO! I’M A WOOOLF AWOOOOOOOOOO!”

Kirstel then spoke with his face filled with reddened wounds, swollen skin, and bleeding bruises. “… point…” She whispered weakly while struggling to raise her arms to point her finger towards the howling silver man. “I… give… point…” She weakly uttered as blood started to trickle down from out of his mouth.

“AAAAAAAAAAND WE GOT A WINNEEEEEEEERRRRRR!” Lucas screamed out loud without even speaking into the microphone anymore. Nevertheless, we still heard his gleeful voice. “KEIZER IS OUR WINNER! NOW, STROMLETS! TELL YOUR FRIENDLY CAUCASIAN BUG ABOVE YOU WHAT PUNISHMENT YOU WANT TO GIVE YOUR FELLOW STROMLET! WOULD YOU LIKE THE–”

“JUST CHUNK HIS BODY DOWN THERE, MISTER WHITEBUG!” Francis uttered, rudely interrupting the show’s host.

After screaming in a bubbly voice similar to the sound that our throats make when we wash our mouths after brushing our teeth, the monster head above the glass hall started to descend into the glass hall. His thin neck looked a lot more link stretched plastic now more than ever as he swiftly moved his head towards the surface of the glass hall. His frowning face then hit the glass ceiling of the room, using his face to break the glass swiftly. Sharp shards then stuck on the round face of the monster, making him bleed profusely as the glass started to fall in unison into the glass floor of the hall. The nurse then covered her face with her hands, shielding herself from the shards raining from above.

Meanwhile, since Keizer is howling like crazy with his head tilted back and his eyes wide open, some shard pierced through his open eyes. However, he never stopped howling like a damn mad man even when glass shards enter his mouth and pierce through his throat. Thus, Keizer now sounded more like someone trying to ask for help while being choked.

The beast’s mouth then opened wide before he took the entirety of Keizer’s erect body deep into his throat. The head then swiftly pulled back to the shadows.

“PTUU!” With the sound of someone spitting something, we saw the figure of Keizer spiraling down into the boiling lava below us.

…

Haa…

There goes my escape plan.