"Oh god….” he muttered, as he noticed the mime performing amidst the crowds of the fair.
He was doing the classic ‘leaning on an invisible wall’ trick.”I hate those creepy bastards.” He continued walking, but didn’t get far as he seemed to suddenly freeze in his tracks.
"What the..?" he mused, as he turned his head. The mime was now facing him, holding what was presumably an imaginary rope, which he soon started pulling.
The man found himself unwillingly moving towards the mime, soon becoming panicked. The crowd moved out of the way, giving the mime space for his performance.
He attempted to call for help, after which the mime pretended to seal his lips like a zipper, rendering his cries useless. He watched in horror as he attempted to cry for help, while everyone merely watched in amusement, thinking it part of the mime’s act.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the mime extending his thumb and finger in the shape of a gun. He felt a burning pain in his chest, while everyone around him clapped and cheered. The last thing he saw was the mime bowing, silent, before flashing him a malicious smirk.
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Credits to: Mr_Pinata
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