Battle the Universe: Send in the Clowns!
Aug. 15th, 2022 04:14 pmSend in the Clowns!
Series: Battle the Universe
Summary: A former two-bit supervillain finds new life and purpose in political protest… with clowns.
Word Count: 3500
Notes: Stand-alone. This was posted back in February for folks on my Patreon, but a recent conversation with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
minoanmiss made me decide to put it up for public reading. Also, content warnings for political protest, violence, and Nazis with superpowers.
“Okay, people,” Ringmaster bellowed to her troops, “we have a horde of Nazis coming through our town. Presume them angry, armed, and assisted by police, but no word of supers yet. Even so, it’s going to get ugly, folks, and we’re here to soak it up. Go time! Hands up; show me your numbers!”
Everyone rolled up their sleeves and raised their arms to display the phone numbers written on their skins in magic marker—except one turned up bare. Someone whipped out a marker to fix that.
“Good. Rules, sound off!”
“No talking!” Kitten shouted, adjusting the padding under her jumpsuit. “We’re not here to debate!”
“No hitting back!” Rip shouted, pulling on his padded gloves. “Don’t break kayfabe!”
“No dignity!” Gonzo shouted, honking their red nose. “Shame is the game!”
“Damn right!” Ringmaster shouted, adjusting her jingle bell collar. “This isn’t a revolution; this is a circus! I want all eyes, all voices, and all commentary on us and how laughable this shit is. Let’s make these fuckers look stupid.”
With that, the squad of clowns got ready to deploy, armed with unicycles, bike horns, and vuvuzelas.
( Send in the clowns! )
Series: Battle the Universe
Summary: A former two-bit supervillain finds new life and purpose in political protest… with clowns.
Word Count: 3500
Notes: Stand-alone. This was posted back in February for folks on my Patreon, but a recent conversation with
minoanmiss made me decide to put it up for public reading. Also, content warnings for political protest, violence, and Nazis with superpowers.“Okay, people,” Ringmaster bellowed to her troops, “we have a horde of Nazis coming through our town. Presume them angry, armed, and assisted by police, but no word of supers yet. Even so, it’s going to get ugly, folks, and we’re here to soak it up. Go time! Hands up; show me your numbers!”
Everyone rolled up their sleeves and raised their arms to display the phone numbers written on their skins in magic marker—except one turned up bare. Someone whipped out a marker to fix that.
“Good. Rules, sound off!”
“No talking!” Kitten shouted, adjusting the padding under her jumpsuit. “We’re not here to debate!”
“No hitting back!” Rip shouted, pulling on his padded gloves. “Don’t break kayfabe!”
“No dignity!” Gonzo shouted, honking their red nose. “Shame is the game!”
“Damn right!” Ringmaster shouted, adjusting her jingle bell collar. “This isn’t a revolution; this is a circus! I want all eyes, all voices, and all commentary on us and how laughable this shit is. Let’s make these fuckers look stupid.”
With that, the squad of clowns got ready to deploy, armed with unicycles, bike horns, and vuvuzelas.
( Send in the clowns! )
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