They crouched behind the brick wall, weapons in hand. Duke had a knife. Vince's gun had seven rounds left.
"Don't you hate it," Vince said, "when there's all this buildup and then they actually show the monster and it's just kind of silly instead of scary?"
"OH YEAH!" The wall exploded outward, and the rotund figure of the Kool-Aid Man appeared, showering them with brick dust. He crushed their minds and broke their spirits. He did unspeakable, nauseating things with their bodies. He drank their Radical Red blood and devoured their Purplesaurus innards.
But it wasn't scary. Not at all.
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