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Avalix has a minion!

Bumper the Bunnyep

Avalix
Legacy Name: Avalix

The

Nightmare Irion
Owner:

Diadem

Age: 10 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: November 24th, 2013

Adopted: 10 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: November 24th, 2013

Statistics

Level: 42
Strength: 10
Defense: 11
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 24
Books Read: 24
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Inventory Tracker

Come one, come all...come see the most grotesque beast to crawl. I kid you not, I never fib; why it's the lobster man of Abdul Karib. Now step right up to Mister Mort's Monstrous Market (and if you can find a word to rhyme with market, I'll give you my horse and a place to park it.) You, I see you standing off there. A nickel will get you in, but what you'll see..."

He tipped his hat and leaned close. "...why, it's nothing short of sin."

A flash of nickel and the flap opened. Cigar smoke wafted out and a symphony of voices rose on the air. A dusty floor littered with popcorn boxes and pink tickets led to termite-eaten benches. But nobody sat.

Because there were no people.

Their voices sang out from a battered music box. Beyond the box stood a row of cages. Androgynous fingers gripped iron bars. Animalistic wails mingled with the voices. Uncertain feet staggered closer.

Sweat dripped down a nervous forehead. Hands gripped a hat. Naked arms shot out from a cage, reaching, and grabbing. Eyes of bloodshot rage stared, begging a silent question before letting go. But feet moved on.

They moved on to the last cage.

An open door waited. A bed of hay and empty water dish waited. Voices paused. A glint forced the feet to move closer. A shiny nested among the hay; a shiny glint like a nickel. But when dirty hands lifted it to the light it glimmered and reflected. A face stared back from the shiny.

The cage door slammed. Shaky feet turned. Dirty fingernails dropped the shiny and grabbed the bars. Voices roared in surprise. A grunt erupted from the desperate throat. Animal wails cried out. Laughs blew like cigar smoke through the air.

Then a lone, direct voice said: "Look ladies and gentlemen, what you behold is the foulest, ugliest sin formed by man. A creature so deprived, so beyond reason, it paid to be locked away."

Gasps echoed, women shrieked. Someone cried, "Dear God, what is that thing!"

Dirty hands rose to tear at blinded eyes. Ten round fingers and a tarnished silver band brought focus. The hands explored and discovered a portly middle and legs of heft. A head, full haired but rotund, ended the discovery.

"Look at it ladies and gentleman. Steel your resolve. See it. The bubble shaped body ending in limbs like stuffed turkeys; the face of grotesque fat stupidity. Oh, the horror, the madness."

Eyes darted to the fog shrouded crowd and then to the other cages. Limbs of varying sizes stretched out from between bars: rotund fingers and delicate legs amid thin hands and portly thighs. Confused eyes stared and then saw.

A glint of silver split the smoke. A woman's curves stood, arm stretched out, face obscured by shadows. The light flickered in the silver; a piece of metal wrapped tight around her finger. Hands lifted to confused eyes. A ring of silver on fat fingers. Then a smile. The shiny ring had a twin; a companion to love.

But then the curves shifted in the smoke. The twin silver slid from her hand and drifted to the floor. Cold filled a wounded heart. The curves vanished. The voices silenced. Only the shiny remained; alone and unwanted.

Confused tears bled down dimpled cheeks.

"Ladies and gentleman," a lone voice called out. "Gaze upon the monster market. Burn your eyes upon the vile deformity, the wretched wrongness, and fearsome forms."

Shadows blocked out light as people moved closer. Women whispered. Men leered and blew smoke. But a brave pair of children stumbled upon a cage; the last cage.

Confused eyes watched. Round fingers gripped the bars; silver rings on each hand. A smile creased a portly face. Lips smacked in anticipation. Animal shrieks erupted from an excited throat.

"What is it?" One asked.

"Monster. Look at it. It's so ugly. Bet even rats won't nibble it." The other said.

"I don't know. There's something about it...something familiar."

The child stepped closer.

"What are you?" The child said.

Confusion slipped away, replaced by serene empathy. A growl croaked deep within the throat as an unused voice spoke:

"Child, I am you and you are me. Look upon the torment and know; I bleed, as you. I need and feed, as you. I live, I die...as you. And in this heart pumps love...as you."

The child grabbed and held the plump hand. Confused eyes stared at the tiny hand.

"What do they call you monster?"

"Ugly, child. Unloved, unwanted."

The tiny hand squeezed tighter. Innocent eyes stared into a tortured soul. Then a soft whisper: "What do you call yourself, monster?"

A fat hand rested over the child's. Tears fled wounded eyes. Then a choked voice said: "Different, child. I simply call myself...different."

Credits:
Story by Diadem