Been Getting Into This Whole Roblox Thing Lately It’s Neato
Been getting into this whole Roblox thing lately it’s neato
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Have spent months not caring about how I look very much because there’s no queer people I’ve been caring about the opinions of but I made a friend and went to a trans somatic group and right at the end the hottest man/person I had EVER SEEN IM MY LIFE walks past me and I longingly gazed back at them before remembering I am a slob with Dr Pepper all over my clothes from when it blew up on me, and fading red/pink hair, and burgundy nail polish on ONLY ONE HAND that’s chipped
And my shirt today is FUCKING HUGE LIKE A SMOCK it isn’t form fitting
I need to train…
This is my first ever short story! It’s based off of a real clown who beat a child to death in the street. I hope anyone reading gets a kick out of it!
“Punchy the Clown”
Jonathan Griswald had been the butt of the joke for most of his life, but the important thing is that it wasn't his fault.
"Look at Jonny's crooked nose! He looks like a dumb old crow!"
"Y'know Jon, you've been getting a little round lately... it's a wonder your bum leg hasn't given out! HA!"
"Dad, that man has funny eyes. Why is one so big? Did he steal them?"
Yeah, yeah. He was SO funny to all the morons, all his "friends", every little damn brat on the street.
But it couldn't get any worse than that. At least, that's what Jonathan thought. His school life had been hell; why wouldn't it have been? No one cared to hear a word that came out of his mouth. They all took him for a fool. An idiot! Because they thought he looked funny! Jonathan was no idiot. He was a GENIUS. He knew it. He had to be. His parents were smart, his father was rich. He was destined for greatness.
Or he would be.
It didn't matter that he nearly was flunked out of school. It didn't matter that he couldn't write clearly, or couldn't read. And it wasn't HIS fault no one knew how smart he was. No, better to save his breath, and his ideas. Oh, the ideas Jonathan had. He'd take the world by storm, show those idiots what was so funny when he had them shining his shoes! He'd decided that he was to be a great scientist. One day. Even a genius like him didn't know everything, and how was he expected to pay much attention in school when everybody was laughing so hard? It didn't matter what subject; he knew he'd pick up anything that was ACTUALLY important with ease. They'd be tripping over themselves to sway him to be a biologist, or a chemist, or some other science branch where he belonged. All he had to do was get into a university! He had just the one in mind, a prestigious academy in the capital. But even a genius like him knew to temper his expectations; the top university might not be ready for him right out the gate. It was probably reserved for graduate level students, already on the verge of becoming masters, and naturally with an unfair advantage over him, just a few years out of high school. He applied anyway, as well as to the rest of the top ten universities around the surrounding cities. It would just be five or so years he'd have to coast along to get to greatness. He would be rich. Maybe even famous! But he paced himself, for he was nothing if not modest. It was one spring morning when his offers finally came pouring in.
"Dear Mr. Griswald,
After reviewing your application, it is with some displeasure that we cannot accept you as a student at our university..."
"Jonathan Griswald,
Our university receives thousands of applications a year, and we regret to tell you you did not make the cut..."
"Mr. Jonathan Griswald,
Unfortunately, your transcripts are not up to the standards we set for our prospective students..."
"J Griswald - REJECTED."
His life was over before it even began.
He wasn't good enough for even the least popular of the many universities he'd applied to.
They thought he was an idiot.
That he wasn't worth their time.
He could hear them laughing at him.
But he couldn't give up; not yet. If he had a flaw, he knew it would be his writing. Why else would they ALL reject him? Something must have gotten lost along the way. They didn't feel his passion. They didn't know just how smart he could be. He sat, surrounded by torn envelopes and crumpled letters.
That's it!
If his problem was his writing, then he'd best go do the talking himself! It was a mistake to think anyone would even read his essays in the first place. His apartment was just a few blocks across the city from the best of the best. Surely, they'd let him speak and show how incredible he truly was! He hobbled over to his cane, put on his coat and hat, and fled out the door into a bright and beautiful morning. Yes, he would make them understand. Today would be a good day.
Some twenty minutes later, panting and cramping like hell, Jonathan found himself in front of an office of the university. Inside, there was a billboard with news clippings and fliers on it; academic fairs, a research grant opportunity, and a calendar graced it, as well as frivolous things like an advertisement for a new automobile. There was even a poster for a circus that would be arriving soon. One day, HE would be on a billboard. He'd be on them all! No scholar would go a day without knowing of Jonathan Griswald, a genius of great renown! All he had to do was secure his place as a student. He limped through the hall to a set of double doors at the end, in which some less important meeting was happening, took a deep, shaking breath, and burst in.
"Excuse me, I am Jonathan Griswald. I have applied to be a student at this academy, but I believe I was rejected by mistake. I have what it takes to be a genius, and I beg you to allow me to be a scholar!"
He glanced around him, at the smart-looking men circled around the room. Any moment now, one would speak up, shoot to their feet, and as he spoke he could feel himself gain confidence. Jonathan went over some of his best ideas, his most ambitious projects, that he was sure could work if only he got the chance! He talked.
And talked.
And talked.
Until he was done.
Until finally, gasping for air, he gazed upon the men in the room.
And one spoke.
"Excuse me sir, but I believe you have the wrong building. You see, we are an institute of science, and we teach students. Of those, we do not accept people of your sort. I must admit, your getup is impressive. Perhaps you will find your place as a 'genius' with the circus." He smiled.
It was a wicked thing.
"I am no clown," Jonathan vehemently denied, "I am a genius! You MUST accept me, I implore you - "
But he could not get out another word. His ears suddenly filled with a thunderous sound. It was so deafening, it reverberated in his bones.
Laughter.
They were LAUGHING at him. All of them! All these scientists and professors, sat around their little table, surrounding him with their laughter.
These idiots. Stupid, idiotic fools. A clown, was he? He hurt in his chest, his heart alight with rage. There was a pounding noise now. Blood in his ears.
"Hah! Look at his red face! Now you REALLY look the part!" Another spoke up.
"You know, he could be this generation's next great clown like that!"
"A scholarly clown! What a joke..."
Jonathan couldn't take it anymore. He lifted up his cane, determined to march out the doors. Instead, he nearly fell, barely catching himself on the knob.
Another surge of laughter, battering him like waves in a storm.
He pried open the door and threw himself into the hall, down to the building's entrance, and out into the street.
They barely gave him a chance! He came to them in person! He had every right to be there among those men! Those beasts. They cackled wolfishly in his mind. He could still hear the peals of laughter through open windows.
He hated them. Just because he looked strange, because his work wasn't given the respect it deserved, that HE deserved, he couldn't be a scholar.
They were the worst of mankind, truly. Scum. Vermin. Morons who probably got by just because they LOOKED like scientists. They were probably rich too. They must've paid someone for their status. They must've felt threatened by him! By his ideas! He ought to go back in there and give them a real piece of his mind!
He could feel the blood in his cheeks now.
Jonathan Griswald fled the academy building like a crooked, crazed storm. His arms thrashed out at nothing as he tried in vain to savagely beat the air before him. He could barely hear himself think, let alone anything else on the street that morning. Except for one thing.
A little girl, standing by her mother.
"Mommy, look! It's Punchy the Clown!"
It wasn't his fault.
Who could blame him? A genius like him, a clown? It seemed everyone thought so these days. He didn't belong in a circus, damn it!
It wasn't his fault. She was practically asking for it.
He slammed his cane down. Down into her pretty, young face. Again and again, he swung down at the girl, lying in the street, as her mother sobbed and screamed for help. her face was a mess of blood and bone.
It wasn't his fault.
There was blood on his face.
No one was laughing now.
JONATHAN GRISWALD - SENTENCED TO DEATH BY ELECTRIC CHAIR FOR MURDER OF A CHILD
✨the end✨
I wish I could be a lesbian… but I like boys…
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