The sun was high in the sky as Wayne sat behind the counter at the Gas-Up waiting for his shift to end. His coworker was late and Wayne was already tired and pissed off. He flipped through a newspaper, spitting a piece on a local carnival and how each year people complained of having their pockets picked and items stolen from vehicles. Despite this thw carnival always had a massive turn out.
“Crime” Wayne said under his breath as he read over the article. The door chime went off and he looked up to see a short, pudgey lady in her twenty waddle through the door.
“About time Amanda” Wayne says and drops the newspaper. “You’re a fucking hour and a half late”
She muttered some apology and Wayne hopped over the counter and headed to the door. “This is why you don’t get any dick”
“Fuck you wayne” Amanda yells as he walks out the door.
It didn’t matter, Wayne got in his old LTD and the engine wheezed to life. He drove quickly to the local carnival and parked among the mass of cars scattered about a large field. He grabbed his duffel bag from the back seat and walked towards the front gate. There was a small line already formed and Wayne stood at the back with his duffle over his shoulder. After several minutes he approached the ticket booth.
“You can’t bring that bag in here” the bored looking guy at the booth said without so much as looking up at Wayne.
“I need it, it has my insulin in it” Wayne lied.
“I don’t fucking care, you can’t have it” the man said.
Wayne tried to protest but everyone in line started telling him to fuck off.
Wayne walked away muttering, “this is bullshit, fucking discrimination, fucking dick dogs”
Wayne looked around and saw a line of port-a-potties and changed into his Man-Bat costume inside the hot, shit smelling little booth. He was already sweating hard, cursing the vinyl costume. “It’s hotter that two boys fucking in here”
Wayne made his way back to the ticket booth. “I am the Man-Bat” Wayne tells the guy at the booth.
“You look like some fucking hillbilly Cenobite. Good for you.” The man replies.
“I need entry to foil the pick pockets” Wayne replies.
“The fee is six dollars” the guy leans back. “Buy a ticket and you can fondle any pockets you want”
Wayne frowns and pulls a wad of sweaty money from inside his trunks. He drops it on the counter and the man puts a plastic bracelet on Wayne’s right wrist. Wayne flourishes his cape, catching it on some kids behind him foiling his dramatic entrance.
“God damn kids” he mutters and storms off into the carnival. He walks around for hours looking for any criminal activity. He sees nothing. Wayne stops at a food wagon.
“I’m watching for any danger or criminals. Habe you seen any?” He asks the workers.
The girl in the food wagon laughs. “Oh my god, that’s so cute. Do you want a funnel cake”
“God damn it don’t laugh at me. I’m serious. I’m the fucking Man-Bat. I am terror, I am the dark. I am the Man-Bat!” Wayne declares as he flourishes his cape again.
The girl just stares at him awkwardly for a few seconds.
“I’ll take a funnel cake and a lemonade I guess.” Wayne says quietly.
Wayne sits on the top of a picnic table eating funnel cake and drinking lemonade, night has fallen. He looks when he hears a man yelling and cussing. He quickly drops the food and jogs around some tents to see a man fighting with a carnie at a game tent.
“This game is fucking rigged man!” The guy yells.
Wayne moves quickly, he sprints in and stand between the carnie and the upset man. “What’s this all about?”
“This god damn game is rigged, this whole place is a a scam.” The man yells.
Wayne looks at the carnie, he just shrugs. “Dude is pissed because he didn’t knock down the targets with the baseballs” the carnie explains.
Wayne picks up a baseball and throw it at the target. It bounces off. “Shenanigans! It is rigged. This whole place is one giant heap of criminal scum. How can you be part of this?” Wayne starts to read the carnie the riot act.
“Dude, fuck off.” The carnie puts up a closed sign on his game tent and walks away. The upset guy also walks away.
“I have too shut this place down and save all these people being scammed.” Wayne mutters as he walks away. He goes behind thw game booths and looks around. His mind racing on how he can sabatoge this place to stop it from ripping people off. He walks until he spots what appears to be a control panel connected to a large generator. The generator is loud and many thick wires run from it to various tents and rides.
“Jack pot, this carnival will fear the dark and the Man-Bat” Wayne looks around until he spots and empty keg. He walks over to it and rolls it to the control panel. He lifts thw keg and throws it as hard as he can. What the keg hits is a transformer and there’s a giant flash and a loud tearing spound happen immediately. A fire breaks out across the jacks of the game tents and the carnival is plunged into darkness.
Screams and confused shouts rise into a cacophony of chaotic sound. Someone screams fire. Wayne stares for a few minutes before he backs away and starts to run toward the main gate. He makes it out from behind the tent and sees the pandemonium he has caused. People run back and forth and push and snarl at each other. The tents are going up in flames like flash paper. A thick, choking smoke hangs in the air. Wayne tries to flee but keeps running into people. His cape catches on something and his feet fly out from under him. He lands hards.
“Oh fuck my ass!” Wayne rolls and tries to stand. “My assholes is shattered!” The last thing Wayne sees is feet running toward him before he is kicked in the head by fleeing patrons.
In the aftermath authorities are not sure how the fire broke out at the local carnival. Lives were lost to fire related deaths and trampling. Wayne was rescued and spent time in a local hospital for head trauma. He watched the news from his hospital bed and congratulated himself on his mission.
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