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“Oop-oopsy-a-doopsy!” 

YOUR MUSE IS CURIOUS ABOUT A CARNIVAL IN TOWN AND SEES MY MUSE CHAINED UP AND FORCED TO PERFORM IN THE FREAKSHOW. SEND “PENNIES FOR A SHOW” FOR A STARTER. || Accepting

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A nightmare before Christmas. That’s what it felt like to the stocky skeleton sitting behind the cold iron bars of his cage, glowering at the thrumming crowd before him. An “Elusive Minion of Krampus”. That’s how he’d been introduced and from the looks of him, he fit the part well. Between the pallor of his bones and his tattered suit, it would almost be a surprise if they didn’t believe it. Some even dared to venture close, bravely pressing their squashed faces against the cage bars to get a better look at skeletal freak inside. 

“I can’t see it!” one of the boys complained. “It’s too far in the shadow!” Other boys crowded around each one adding to the first’s complaints.

“Yeah, it’s too far away,” agreed one. 

“Bet it’s not even real,” huffed another.

“I’ll take that bet,” sneered a third.

“Yeah? Well, knock its head off! That’ll show if it’s real or not.”

With the challenge issued one of the boys climbed up on to the cage, its wheels squeaking under his weight. “Gimme a stick - a long one,” he ordered and snatched the longest stick the younger boys presented him. Examining it briefly, the lad grinned and slipped the tip of the stick between the bars. Setting the side of the stick on his arm, the boy busied himself aiming the stick like he was only playing a game of pool. Unfortunately, he was so busy fixing his aim, that he missed the slight lift of the skeleton’s gaze. Satisfied, the boy drew his hand back and lunged his stick forward.

With a snap of bone on wood, the skeleton caught the stick and pulled, jerking the boy forward. There was a low thung as the boy’s head struck the bars, but before he could fall, a boney fist buried itself in his shirt collar. The crowd of boys screamed as their leader was held nose to nasal cavity with the stocky skeleton. 

“Yeh got a bone teh pick with me sunny boy?” Bonely asked, his voice barely louder than a rattling growl. “Cuz I sure wouldn’t mind pickin’ yers clean.”

The lad howled in terror, bringing a sinister grin to the skeleton’s face before he felt the boy yanked back by his carnie captors. He snarled and tried to keep his grip on the boy but his elbow gave way with an ugly snap! The men fell back with the boy in their arms and the skeleton’s fist still gripping the lad’s shirt. With deft fingers, the goons pried the boney arm off and ushered the boy to his mother.

“Well, well. Guess what you don’t get ‘til next week, Bones?” the cage keeper asked, holding up the disembodied forearm. 

“What!? Yeh can’t be serious!” Bonely snarled gripping the bars with his remaining hand. “The kid was askin’ fer it! Yeh saw him try teh take a swing at me so yeh can’t blame me fer defendin’ myself!”

“Oh please,” the greasy man sneered. “We know your tactics Bones. We know you would a’ used him ta try ‘n’ get yourself out a’ here. But you belong ta us ‘n’ you’re never gonna touch another carnival goer again, right? I mean, you don’t want somethin’ else ta snap, do ya?” He took hold of the arm and twisted it until the bones pressed firmly against each other. The skeleton cried out while the hand jerked and convulsed, desperately trying to stop the cage keeper from twisting it even more.

“AAAAAaaaugh! A’right! A’right! I won’t touch ‘em again! I swear! I swear!” 

The creaking of the arm bones halted as the carnie stopped twisting, letting the skeleton gasp through the pain. “Good boy, Bones,” he said and strode forward, pulling one of the extra chains at the edge of the cage and clamping its manacle around the arm’s wrist. It dangled from the chain, its end just a few inches above the ground and fully out of the skeleton’s reach. 

“Yer sick, yeh know that?” Bonely growled at the man, who just chuckled as while another set up a crude rope barrier behind him.

The sound of footsteps garnered the two’s attention and a smug grin crossed the carnies face as a new crowd gathered behind him. They seemed eager to see the terrifying “Minion” in the freak show and Bonely could see that pleased his captor to no end. Grimacing, the skeleton watched as the man turned and raised his arms grandly to the crowd.

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