Commission for  Winklekinkle

into a Monster Clown!

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In the little town of Kinkleberg, nothing interesting EVER happened. Every single day just like the last, residents going about their meager lives with no change. Same old, same old. Now, Axel Kinkle was your average young lad. The Mayor's son, he lived and would die for his town. He went to college like any normal lad, studied hard, didn't drink or do drugs. He was BORING, even with a name like Axel! (Someone was drunk in the delivery room) But our tale is about him, so we're stuck until something interesting happens.

It was an ordinary Friday evening when a fog began to roll in. Now, nothing like this EVER happened in Kinkleberg, so people were going crazy. Fires were started, buildings were looted, people were having sex in the streets! Hahah, just kidding. The fog was rolling in thick, under the pale moonlight, and an eerie tune echoed through the night air, calling the normal townsfolk's attention away from their simple lives. Many did leave their houses to see what was going on, only to be greeted by a parade of trucks and cars, painted in bright colors. Emblazoned on one of the gaudy trucks was 'Wonkle Circus,' a name unfamiliar to the small town. They've not allowed any sort of travelling performances or festivals at all, so curiosity stirred as to why, even how, they were here.

The buzz of a microphone was heard, as a speech played from the trucks. 'COME ONE, COME ALL TO THE WONKLE CIRCUS SPECTACULAR! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS, OUR PERFORMANCE WILL SPARK THE FIRE IN YOUR SOUL! TICKETS ON SALE AT THE BIG TOP TENT!' The voice was loud and clear, and many townsfolk began to follow the trucks in droves, enticed by the mysterious circus, and the charismatic voice they'd heard. Soon, the trucks came to a stop, just to the west of town, and the construction began. Children and adults alike looked on in awe as the circus crew were finished setting up in merely an hour, that classic circus tune playing over the loudspeakers.

Now, you're probably wondering where Axel is, aren't you? No need to worry, for just as people were stepping up to buy tickets and play games, a large, black SUV drove up and parked right in the middle of the entrance, blocking potential customers. The driver's side door opened, and out stepped a portly, older man, in a snappy suit. His face drooped with age and weight, and his posture had the air of someone unused to true leadership. His voice, however, was booming. 'I DEMAND TO SEE THE OWNER OF THIS... THIS AFFRONT!' Behind him stood young Axel, reading a book for class, certain his father would take care of this intrusion upon his beloved town.

From the entrance of the big top, a figure emerged, walking slowly, deliberately, towards the mayor and his son. 'Good evening,' said the figure, revealed to be a man in a dark suit. He appeared to be a clown himself, red and black curls tied back, the classic large red nose, and pale white skin. 'May I help you gentlemen?' His voice was that of the announcer in the streets, and he was certainly as compelling as he sounded earlier.

'I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO THE OWNER'

'That would be me, sir.'

'I DEMAND YOU LEAVE AT ONCE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE IN MY TOWN!' The clown's eyes narrowed. After a moment, he smiled:

'Oh I assure you, sir, I have every right to be here. We are, in fact, just outside of your town. And about the ruckus we caused in your streets, I apologize.' He was nothing but charming, as though hiding something, 'I ask you to join me in my office, we'll continue there. Bad for business to argue in public, as you'd agree.' The mayor simply grumbled, and followed quietly.

'Stay out here, boy,' said the mayor, 'and don't do anything stupid.' Axel honestly couldn't care less right now, he was too entranced in his book. He wandered aimlessly through the fairgrounds, engrossed in whatever piece of literature he was assigned. Neither sight nor sound could draw his attention. Yet sniff sniff Something was in the air. Something sweet? Something rotten? He could place a finger on it, nor tell it good or bad. All he knew was that he had to find out where it was coming from.

After walking around for a few minutes, his nose directed him to a small lane behind the tents. Trash littered the path moreso than the main walkways, but he was not discouraged. He crept over vomit and cotton candy to find... a large pair of clown shoes. Axel was confused, but he was compelled to take a deep whiff of the shoes, just to make sure they were the scent he sought. -SNIFFFFFFF- He almost gagged, the smell was so strong. It was the scent he had caught wind of, but so much stronger.

It smelled of musk and popcorn. Axel, enthralled, took another whiff. This time it was sweeter to him. 'Heh... heh...' He chuckled, taking another huge whiff. 'HEHEHEHEH... heheh' It was intoxicating. He looked around; No one was there, so he could easily make off with these shoes. It was vile, reprehensible, but he needed to be around this smell. He tried to sneak back to the SUV, but there were so many people. He'd just lie low until the crowd died down. Plus he'd be able to sniff more hidden away... He found a clear patch on the ground and sat down, his feet were beginning to hurt anyway.

Axel was in ecstasy, this hypnotic scent overtaking any rational thought. The only thing to break him from his stupor was the pain in his shoes. He looked down at his feet to see his shoes were stretched to the limit! Somehow, his feet were growing to greater proportions, pressing against his meager sneakers before finally BOOM! His toes wiggled in their sized, extended from the ripped sneakers. They didn't stop there, however, and kept growing, and growing, and growing, the color of the skin fading, growing paler and whiter. Carefully, he held his feet in his hands. They were so big, so sensitive. They even began to emanate the same scent as the shoes. Could it be... this was fate? Was he fated to fill those shoes, guided only by smell? Or was some incomprehensible force pushing him to a clowny fate? No matter, as things were already set in motion. There was no turning back now.

Axel gingerly pulled the shoes onto his huge feet, finding that they fit perfectly. He jumped up quickly, almost losing balance, but soon finding himself used to the new set of feet he had. He had to show these off. He snuck out of the alley and walked down the path like nothing ever happened. The guests paid him no heed, but the workers and circus crew all looked at him with smiles on their faces. One stopped him. 'Kid, wit' feet like 'dose, you'd be bettuh off wit' us! Go see mistuh Cyrus and we'll get youse set up.' Cyrus, that must be the man who met with his dad. He made his way to the trailers behind the tents, until he saw Mr. Cyrus waiting... expectantly? 'A new recruit, have we?' He smiled, 'Well you've certainly got the feet for it, why don't we talk a little bit in my office? Please, enter, I'll be with you shortly'

The trailer was nicely furnished, plain, but comfortable. Axel sat on a couch, admiring his feet still. He began to sweat, the trailer was sweltering. The sweat dripped all over his body and, though he didn't notice, the color of his skin seemed to be melting away. Hands and face all became a stark white. Axel sniffed at the air. It was that smell again! But not from the shoes, or his feet, from... -sniff sniff- his pit? He must have sweat all of his deodorant off. He couldn't resist himself. He exhaled, and pressed his nose as close to his pit as he could, taking the deepest breath he'd ever breathed. “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA heheheheheeee' He laughed a high, jolly laugh, his nose inflating like a balloon to the classic red clown nose. He honked his nose and giggled, totally hypnotized. His clothing began to feel tighter and tighter as his whole body began to grow. His belly began to push up the fabric. -SNAP- His jean button had shot off. Axel was only momentarily uncomfortable, since his tight clothing morphed into something more appropriate to his new... profession. The old, worn sneakers became a bright blue, as his shirt and pants morphed into a red and blue ensemble, light enough to cool him down in the trailer, or had it cooled down on its own? Whatever. His hands thickened, expanded, growing big and clumsy before pure white gloves overtook them.

'Hahahahahaha!' He couldn't stop laughing in his higher, goofier voice. His face fattened up, much like his father's, but younger. His lips plump up, thick and red, his mouth widening more and more with each laugh, showing his big teeth. His hair had begun to recede, leaving him with a horseshoe shape around the back and sides, but that too changed. What was left of his hair felt like it was being pulled out, stretching further and further until... SNAP! It shot back, leaving his hair curly and red. He was just so happy! So full of laughter, he just wanted to share it with everyone!

The door opened, and Cyrus entered. 'Now Mr... Wonkle, was it? It seems everything's in order with your application, and from your... performance in here, there doesn't seem to be need for an interview.
Yes, we'd be glad to have you aboard, just sign here...' Cyrus pulled out a long contract for Be--- Wonkle to sign. Giggling, he obliged...

Midnight struck just as Wonkle finished signing. A silence fell upon the circus, with only Cyrus' grin causing more unease. 'We just need you to change up your costume a little.' He snapped his fingers and Wonkle cringed. Cracking and creeping, Wonkle felt his body changing further, darkness entering his innocent clown soul. The bright, happy colors on his costume bled out, leaving them a dark purple and green. His posture had changed, now hunching ever so slightly, and the outline of claws was ever so slightly visible from his gloves. In spite of this, he kept laughing, his wide grin showing off his big teeth, which cracked and reformed, growing to a mouthful of uneven, dirty, sharp fangs. In the end, his laugh was nothing but an evil cackle.

'Perfect' said Cyrus, almost clapping, 'you've really outdone yourself. You'll be the star of the next show! But first we need to introduce you to the troupe. The duo left the trailer, the bustling grounds replaced with pure chaos. The patrons had become savage vandals and thieves, escaping into town to loot and destroy whatever. The circus crew had revealed their true forms. An overmuscled, veiny strongman, a cruel, emaciated contortionist, and many others, as well as clowns just like him, cruel, cackling.

The circus was his home now, he'd never know anything else. Wonkle's performances were always sold out for their 'standard' performances, and for special nights like this... Wonkle was the star of the show, bringing out the cruelty and chaos of innocent circus-goers. He just laughed and laughed.
He just wanted to share his laughter with everyone! And he did, whether they liked it or not.