At the outskirts of Sheffield, England, the Krimson Kharnival is set up. People walk around in something of a trance from the hypnotizing music and smells. Occasionally, they witness something so horrific that it breaks the trance and they are horrified beyond human comprehension.
It is here, in the middle of all this, where we find the Twins, Hehehe and Hahaha, rolling on the ground in laughter.
Hehehe - Mormo and Moloch think that we were left in the past. It is they who were left behind. Our masters decided that they had been mistreated enough. That they had been asked to lose enough.
Hahaha - Armand has gone on to own his own company. A rival that this place just cannot or will not compete with. Yes, Armand is part-owner where he is at. Those who founded the place have left it.
There’s a pause as Hehehe and Hahaha look at one another.
Hehehe - I think that’s why the Bastards left our company. The lessers of the trio lost on the regular.
Hahaha - You know what? I think you might be right.
A couple with a child hanging on between them, holding their hands, walk by. The child is maybe 6 and looking at the clowns with fascination while the couple look on in some fear. The twins give off a ghastly, gurgling giggle and take a step toward the couple while looking them in the eyes. The child gives off a laugh while the couple gasp in fear. The father picks up the child and they hurry away. The clowns laugh in their rotted sort of way that breaks the trances of other customers nearby and makes them move away quickly until the music of the Kharnival can entrap them again.
Hehehe - You know we were made into monsters and not by choice.
Hahaha - How can we help it that we were children when that man killed our mother and cursed us to remain alive and separated from our mother forever?
Hehehe - You said that you became monsters with your eyes open. Does anyone ever want to become a monster by choice? We were raised by strangers, forced to entertain in bloody shows.
Hahaha - Armand and Esmeralda saved us. Now, we gladly become the monsters that were forced upon us for souls need harvesting for the locks that keep the true apocalypse at bay.
Hehehe - You say that we are not warriors.
Hahaha - Fair. We are clowns! We are children who were orphaned, adopted by mean people, until our forever folks rescued us.
A man walks by alone with a tray of food on his way to a picnic area where his family most certainly awaits him. Hehehe and Hahaha look at one another, licking their lips. Hehehe walks over and takes the tray from the man’s hands. He looks angry and seems to be about to say something when Hahaha grabs him by the arm and punches him in the gut to double him over. Hahaha, then double axe handles him to the ground and then kicks him in the face to send blood and spittle spraying across the well-worn dirt.
Hehehe and Hahaha walk over to the picnic area and find seats while the man’s family, wife, and two kids, run to his side. They are frightened and upset for only a few minutes before the spell of the Kharnival creeps back in, and they seem unconcerned for the blood trickling from the corner of the man’s mouth as he slowly gets up to look at the sights.
The twins begin piling food into their mouths, eating in a sloppy, disgusting fashion.
Hehehe - We are not warriors.
Hahaha - We are not children.
Hehehe - We are not monsters either.
Hahaha - Aren’t we? We scare people like monsters do. We stole from that man and his family like monsters do. We are going to crush Moloch and Mormo like monsters do.
Hehehe brings his hands to his open mouth in shock, chewed food dripping from his mouth as he covers it with grotesque hands.
Hehehe - Then, are we monsters?
Hahaha - We are monsters. Mean ole monsters.
Hehehe - That’s fun. People should be afraid of us.
The Twins continue to eat until the food is either all gone or smeared all over the place.
Hehehe - So, in theory, Mormo and Moloch should be afraid of us.
Hahaha - They are. Most people are when not under the spell of the Kharnival.
Hehehe - They say they are warriors, plucked from some kind of Hell.
Hahaha - I’m sure they’ve seen some kind of Hell. Serving under Donzig normally is some kind of Hell in the first place.
Hahaha - They say they were forged by the Scourge. That’s Donzig right?
Hehehe - Yeah, I think that’s Donzig. He goes by many fancy nicknames to make himself seem larger than life. He’s pathetic. He’s the least champion in a Network where all the great ones have fled. A dying Network champion.
Hahaha - I don’t know if that’s fair about the Network, but I don’t really care so.
Hehehe - But enough about Donzig, he’s not our opponent. The Oblivion Death Squad are, but first.
Hahaha - Did you get one?
In response, Hehehe reaches into his chest pocket in his overalls and brings out a small ziplock baggie with half a cigarette in it. An imported Egyptian cigarette bagged up with an old Bic lighter.
Hehehe - Armand put it out early when one of the other owners needed his attention elsewhere.
Hahaha - Let’s light this bad boy up and see what the fuss is about!
Hehehe takes the cigarette out and lights it up. He takes a long drag from it and begins coughing like crazy. He passes the cigarette to Hahaha with tears streaming down his face.
Hehehe - So smooth.
Hahaha takes the cigarette and takes a long drag from it. He also begins coughing before handing the cigarette back to his brother.
Hahaha - I can see the appeal.
The scene fades as they continue to smoke.
