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THE JOKER: CHAPTER 2

Gab is cool. He took me to Bob, his master. Bob was a nice and friendly fatherly figure. He saw the skinny me and gave me some food. I ate it and felt good. He said that if I want such food again I need to do a job. All the buddies and I used to do one job. Just one job. Put hands in pockets of gentlemen and take out money and bring it to Bob. Bob was cool when he used to get it and feed us. When I first met him, I remember he asked me my specialty, like acting faint, or being smooth at putting a hand in pocket, but mine was laughing. Laughing however amount I want. Whichever way I liked. He was impressed. 

He rewarded us when we brought food for him but then one day I failed. I showed up to him. Gab watching us. Bob laid me on a table and caned me hard on my ass. I cried, I cried hard when he asked me to laugh whenever he hits me. I agreed. 1O cane shots and I had to do was go through the pain and laugh. Laughing was getting hard day by day. You can't trust some people, actually....you can't trust anyone these days. Hit me with a cane and make me laugh was the best way to punish a boy like me. Soon it became a habit. The laugh was growing weaker. Day by day. Buddies used to freak out at my laugh. 

AAAHAAHAHAHHOOOOHOOHOHOAAHA! what's the difference between that and a baby's laugh? I think nothing. Sometimes the police used to raid us but we used to fly away. For years this went on when I turned 15. We were having dinner while Bob was busy making me laugh when I lost my temper. In the morning I was sent to steal money when I failed and was caught on the busy street. That man shouted and called me a thief and they all started beating me badly. Society was beating me. And Bob was busy hitting me. I stopped his cane and kicked him. Then broke a glass put a piece under his soft throat. Let's give you, what you have made, I said. And then conjured the piece inside of it twisting it knocking him down. Laughing when I did it. Then oscillated that glass in his throat ruthlessly, ruthlessly no, sweetly yes. Buddies ran away seeing this. Cowards! you see a fed dog is faithful but a starving dog has full right to not be faithful. This can be a social experiment. I was seen by police who arrested me and threw me away in a special kind of prison. 

Inside the prison, I was usually beaten up by the mates and they used to call me a freak whenever I tried to melt their heart by laughing. Outside in the ground, I loved watching the sunset. The sunset was aesthetic. All this time in prison I was planning to restart a new life and fulfill my dreams of being a clown. Let's give you people a second chance. Sorry, dad. I had to. I came out after 5 years of that when I visited our local haha where they gave the job of a party clown. Going to my empty makeup room, I started singing while getting myself ready. I painted my face white, then use a red colour to paint my lips, and painted my hair green. One thing was missing. There was always a hidden pain in my eyes. So, I painted black tears near my eyes. I went to a child's birthday party where I loved dancing on beats. They laughed at me. when I too started laughing. They stopped laughing. His dad freaked out. And the kid went inside. He hid when he was just looking at the door with a weird expression and I surprised him peeping him smiling. They contacted my boss who fired me. He said...He said I wasn't 'Funny'. They said that I was depressed. They said I was unable to fit in the SOCIETY! they said they felt uncomfortable around me! they said I am a FREAK!.....let me calm down....sorry....But they said that I was Serious.

Kicking me out from various jobs was never my dream. Dad was right on this. Making the world laugh at cost of yours is a stupid thing. The last time I felt happiest was when I killed Bob. But I lost Gab. What do you think? a clown, who loves laughing, wants to make the world laugh, gets fired for not being funny? 

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