The Son
I woke up on my 18th birthday surprised and afraid. Standing in the middle of the room was a clown. He was completely black and white, with floppy, black shoes, a big, black nose and a gaunt black smile. I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could, I heard a voice echo in my head. "Don't yell. My name is Zombozo and I want to help you." I found myself unable to move my body or my mouth. "Look into my nose." The clown's voice echoed in my mind and I found myself unable to resist.
"I want you to look directly into my big, black nose. Stare into it. Look into its deep, dark depths." I felt compelled to do as he said, and the second my eyes landed on his nose, all hope of even wanting to resist was lost. Zombozo's irresistible voice started up again, "The nose is so deep, so black. Let yourself sink into its depths. Go deeper and deeper. Drown in the darkness." I felt myself being sucked into the infinite, inky blackness of his nose, feeling waves of euphoria wash over me as I stared deeper into the nose.
Suddenly I felt the darkness completely engulfing everything, surrounding me completely. The blackness covered my skin and filled my lungs, and still I stared deeper into the nose. All I could think about, all I could feel, was its darkness. Attempting to swim to the surface was futile, and as I sunk deeper into the blackness of the nose, I no longer wanted to escape. In that moment I began to embrace the darkness, not only accepting, but wanting, even needing, the darkness.
I belonged to the nose. I belonged to the darkness. Drowning in the nose, I was finally where I needed to be. The blackness of his nose seeped into my mind, consuming every inch of my brain. Inside and out, only one thing mattered anymore: Zombozo. I existed to worship him. I existed to serve him. I was his slave. Every thought, every action, every breath was for my master. My entire reality was geared towards him. he was everything and I was nothing.
"I exist to serve you Master" I uttered reverently as I dropped to my knees in front of my god.
"I have a gift for you, my child. Clownification." As the Clown God uttered those perfect words, I instantly knew what was in store for me. My body began to tremble in anticipation for my God's gift.