SCW Boards
Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: Twisted Sister on May 29, 2015, 05:06:56 PM
-
"Come now children, and let us play!
And let me show you how to spend your day!"
"Candy! Candy! Not so bitter and yet so sweet!"
"And even that won't help save you from defeat!"
How does one prepare for a match against a woman by the name of 'Candy' Overton? Do you spend ample hours watching video tape footage of the opponent scheduled to appear against you? Do you sit with your manager therapist to discuss your strengths and your opponent's weaknesses?
"School's out! School's out!
Teachers let the kiddies out!
Now I torment them! Now I tease!
F**king with their minds will be a breeze!"
No, actually you commandeer a candy making store as your own to entertain (?) the children who find themselves wandering in through the entrance doors, armed with a sweet tooth and pockets full of allowance to spend on a sweet treat.
Little boy: "Um, excuse me?"
Twisted Sister, with a fluffy chef's hat on her head, spins around from her undying fascination with the giant mixer going in circles, blending the concoction she put together from the recesses of her own warped mind. She brings a machete down on several rope coils of red licorice and chops it up, one hard what for each syllable uttered, each word louder than the last.
Twisted Sister: "What! Do! You! WANT!?"
The small boy, not more than seven or eight years of age, stammers back, eyes wide at the surprise of her voice raising an octave higher. His lips move but no words come out.
"Bloodshed! Bones broken! Mangled flesh!
The memories of Delia still quite fresh!
Now I move on and fight again!
And introduce Candy to my brand of pain!"
"Have no fear! This won't be dull!
Because I plan to peel her face right off her skull!
"I'll roast her flesh and carve her clean!
The special ingredient to my unique cuisine!"
Twisted Sister: "I don't have all day! I am a very busy entreumanure!"
She slams the palms of her hands on the glass counter and slides herself over at the waist, dangling over the edge so she is nose to nose with the little child.
Twisted Sister: "Do you WANT SOME CANDY little boy!?"
The boy, clearly now afraid for his life and unsure of himself, can only nod silently. Twisted Sister nods at his hands, his clenched palms clearly holding money.
Twisted Sister: "How much ya got!?"
In answer, the boy almost spills the coins all over the counter in his startled haste. The coins go rolling everywhere and Twisted Sister sweeps her arms in every direction to gather what she can closer to her. She pokes each coin with her forefinger and draws it to her, counting it silently. She then S-L-O-W-L-Y looks up at the boy who flinches involuntarily. Her eyes narrow as it is clear to anyone with a discerning eye that the money was not much. Less than a dollar perhaps.
Still, twisted Sister screeches in deafening glee!
Twisted Sister: "Okey dokey!"
And she slams a gargantuan chocolate bar down on the counter, the weighty crash indicating that the amount the boy had was clearly not enough.
Twisted Sister: "Take it!"
Little boy: "But I...."
Twisted Sister: TAKE IIIITTTTTT!!!!"
The child has little alternative but to do as told and he grabs what has to be the largest chocolate bar sold in the store.
"Broken! Bloodied! Beaten bad!
What is to come will make me glad!
Twisted! Gnarled! That's my Candy!
Making you scream will be just dandy!"
"You'll cry and beg for mercy's sake!
But I won't stop until you break!
try and run for safety across the lands!
But your career and blood will be in my hands!"
Twisted Sister: "NEXT!?"
Her scream almost sends every child rushing to get through the door -- and to the streets outside where they scramble for home -- and relative safety.
"I believe that means I am next."
The chipper, cheery voice draws her eyes up to see Wily Wonka himself step up to her counter.
Willy Wonka: "My dear, I just wanted to stop by and wish you the best of luck this weekend, and might I say that performance was simply Scrumdidilyumptious!"
Twisted Sister stares at him, then drags off her chef's hat and throws it down, storming off.
Twisted Sister: "What!? You couldn't have upped my budget and gotten Johnny Depp!?"
</color></size>