Chapter CDIX: Bane of the Beast ~Multehx

Kippo. A quiet, peaceful, rustic, sane town.

Until approximately ten minutes ago. Then it had to dock the last one from its reputation.

Odd things were occurring about town. A house or two suddenly found their doors sans knobs, and somehow thus, oddly sealed shut. Several local pets sported new mohawks, fur colors, and accessories. A Mushboom or two wandered dazedly about the center of town, obviously confused out of their minds with the remains of bubble gum spattered over their bodies. A dog yapped away as spazztastically as ever...from his new position located several miles above the town, several balloons tied about his waist, one sporting a huge smiley face.

Multehxio chuckled to himself as he skipped along merrily. He'd been livening this dullsville up all day, and doing quite a bang-up job if he said so himself. However, suddenly, it got quiet out. Eerily quiet. He felt the ground begin to shake, and the clamor of several voices. Turning, he blinked behind his shades as he was almost instantly bombarded by a number of microphones, and a few television cameras. Several voices were shouting at him at once. Things like "Who are you sir?" and "Do you have any affiliation with the demon sitings recently?" and also a "Are you trying to bring 'birthday magician' into casual style?"

Multehxio blinked, glancing about at the rapid deluge of questions. It was all growing...maddening...he could hardly stand it! His brow began to sweat and he swallowed, feeling his zany confidence for once begin to slip. He was failing, falling, he was going to–

A grin spread wide over his face. He glanced from one face to another, chuckling, at first softly, then with an increasing mania to it all. All, at once, silenced. The only sound was one, high, loud, highly out of his gourd maniac, laughing like it was going out of style. One reporter almost cringed as Multehxio zipped over to his side, patting him heartily on the back. "Hey pal, Niiice to meet ya!"

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That was the moment the peace began to shatter. No, beyond shatter. Where any semblance of sanity left was quickly banished, and mayhem reigned supreme. Numerous broken, sparking remains of recording equipment rested upon the ground. A reporter, fully dressed in a suit, ran, screaming at the top of his lungs and flailing quite rapidly. One woman sat on the ground, screaming hysterically as another comforted her. "HE WOULDN'T STOP!!!" the hysterical woman bawled. "HE JUST KEPT POKING AND POKING!!! MAKE IT ALL STOOOOOP!!!" she wailed, collapsing and sobbing hard.

A man ran by, appearing to have had his face painted like a clown, and sporting the appropriate attire, modified from his usual newscaster clothes. Multehxio could be seen chasing after a group of screaming men and women, fleeing from the town, gleefully shouting, holding a large, comical bloom in hand. "Hey! Heeey! Come heeeeeeere! I just want you to smell my floweeeeer!!"

In the blink of an eye, they were all gone. But the chaos and pandemonium....it remained in Kippo for a dark day the Pandoran media would not collectively speak of indeed. A dark day that smelled like burning pie and tacky aftershave.