The ghost shadow clown

Knagslot sat up from bed and opened the box, taking a look inside. A black round coin, a dark clown's face styled on it was in there. Knagslot blinked twice, squinting his eyes as he took the coin in his hand, not knowing what to make of it.

Just as he was staring at the coin, a card appeared on the bed beside him. It startled him and he had to jump out of the bed.

"Woah!", he exclaimed as he looked at the card.

Nothing seemed to happen and he had to pick up the card and read it, on it was written:

{THE COIN HOLDS A SUPERNATURAL POWER, THROW IT AT THE WALL TO UNLOCK IT}

Knagslot felt benighted, this was AMAZING!, in a scary way. Nonetheless, he picked up card coin from the box gingerly and stared at it. He faced the wall on his left and as if bitten by frenziness, he hurled the coin to the the wall.

It hit it with a…

CLAK!

Knagslot huddled himself on the floor, terrified by the sound. A long clown shadow. It's face a clown face, bare chested and without legs- just smoky stuffs, came out of the coin which had croppreed on the ground. Picture a genie being more of clownish - that was what came out of the coin.

Knagslot couldn't hide a gap. The ghostish clown's eyes were white light and so was the inner place showing inside the mouth. The dot too was white while the other parts of your clowns body was darkness - black.

Knagslot moved backwards as the clownish figure sauntered up to him, floating in the air.

"No!, no!, no-!", knagslot said, moving backwards on the floor.

The clown shadow ghost kept coming up to him. He stood up and ran backwards to face a WALL!.

"NOOOOO!",he shouted, recognizing that he was shouting like a cry baby.

The clown shadow kept on it's face a spooky wide grin, knagslot thought it as a smirk.

"Please!", knagslot pleaded. Throwing punches forward which entered into nothing, it was as if the clown shadow wasn't there - like an illusion. But it wasn't an illusion, the shadow clown was there, staring at him, intimidating the hell out of him.

Before knagslot could let out a shout. The shadow clown was inside him. Going through his chest like an arrow flying into the chest of a knight. Knagslot breathed heavily and hardly now, he let his two hands fall forward to the ground as he knelt down, in a not aching pain - an inner muffled pain.

His eyes was dark immediately, and he spat out on the floor. His head throbbing greatly. Just then, a card appeared in front of him. He picked it up with aching hands and read it:

{SHADOW CLOWN UNLOCKED}

Another one appeared again in front of him. On it was written:

NAME: DOT KORRETO

RANK: FIST SLEEPER - [level 3]

FIST LORE: SWERVING -[ level 2]

PUNCH CORE: SOFT - [level 1]

SUPER STRIKE: [1]

{SKILLS-(1) _ KO MASTER}

MARK OF CLOWNSHIP- { STRENGTH}

INNER SHADOW - { GHOST SHADOW CLOWN}

Knagslot dropped the card as it turned into crimson ashes along with the previous one. The wind had turned blowy now and it came into the room, cooling and soothing him. He fell to the ground, staring at the roof. The expression on his face nothing.

He turned his head to his right and saw the coin, now white, the clown design gone. He breathed in and out and heaved sighs occasionally. He wondered why he was always blessed with powers each time. This felt easy for him, attaining powers each time. He felt overpowered. But was this power?.

He stood up and picked up the coin, examining it delicately - in awe, before putting it inside the box and tossing it under the bed- yet again delicately.

Suddenly he heard the ring of a bell. It was loud and it startled him, he got out of bed and went to the window, looking down the dark streets. The bell struck again and by the sound, he realized it was a large bell.

Knagslot moved to side of the window and peered, squinting his eyes as he finally saw a large clock, almost similar to big ben. The only difference was that this was smaller and it was dark. The place the hands of the clock rotated being a bright orange colour.

It struck again and knagslot blinked trice, trying to figure out what was going on. A flaxxerr flew in the sky, going up and down in a loop. Knagslot stared at it and was indifferent, what could he really do - be happy or sad?. None of those expressions caught his fancy now.

A scrawly writing, was written in a white smoky stuff in the sky. Knagslot squinted really closely to the point his eyes were almost shut as he grasped what was on the sky. Finally, when the flaxxerr had cleared out of the way and was in another place in the sky, printing the same words repeatedly, knagslot read what was in the sky:

TEN MINUTES REMAINING TO RETURN TO THE NIGHTMARE FOR CLOWNS AND BATTLE!

Knagslot shrugged. Anyways it was time he stepped into the arena and release the adrenaline that was in him. Throwing punches and just doing something that required action was enough for him. So he just stood towards the window, his clenched fist resting on the panel, breathing in and out while awaiting his entering into the game.

Time passed by speedily, he liked that though. Gazing from his window down onto this world he hadn't yet explored with his tentative eyes were soothing enough. Soon, he thought, he would explore this world.

A gust of wind now blew into his room, he knew his time was up. He was yet impassive as the wind twirled and swirled. This transformation with the ghost shadow clown had kind of changed him.

Knagslot spread wide open his hands as the wind swirled around him, briskly. And then, slowly, he turned into grey ashes and went away.