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The small child watched the clown on T.V. juggle five plastic pins for the kids in the audience. The small child watched with glea through his own plastic doll mask that his mother had bought him as a birthday present. The small child had angered his father when he had painted green on the nose and mouth to make it more like his clown hero, named Juggles. The small child was already being eaten away by the plague that affected the kids and other townspeople of his village. His father thought of him as a mutant; something not fit for the family and the small child lived in the dank boiler room below the house (built upon an old factory lot). The child had only a cot, the small television, and his doll/clown mask. It wasn't until teenage years that the boy's sickness grew worse and his mother died of what doctors said was a stroke but the teenage child knew it was because of a broken heart that her son was a deformity; a monstrosity. The father cursed his son, blaming him for the death of his wife, the teenager's mother and then locked him in the boiler room with only a small steel doggy door to slide in a bowl of mushy leftovers of whatever the father threw away. Juggles was dead and no longer there to comfort and all that was on T.V. was violence, war, plagues, disease, hunger, and sexual deviance. Into adulthood and the monsterous, diseased man living in that boiler room was forever changed, leaving the boy behind and after years of violence, neglect, and anger. The man clung to his rotting doll mask to hide his deformed features as he began banging on the steel door that seperated him from the world outside. The father, an old man now, cursed and told the monster to shut it. The doll faced man broke down the door, and the old man stood up and looked down the hallway to him as they faced one another in what was almost three decades. The old father pleaded and begged as he saw this beast of a man wearing the broken doll mask. But there was no sympathy to give and soon the old man found himself in the clutches of the doll faced man, being strangled by powerful, superhuman hands. The old man felt his neck be crushed and soon his head popped off with a sickly crunch and the doll faced monster was wet with sprayed blood from his old father. As he left the corpse behind and walked out into the diseased world full of hatred and war-torn lands, he only got more angered himself and he saw only on people the faces of the diseased, horrid, sexual deviant, violent people conveyed on the television... and of his father. He wanted to kill and he would kill and the only thing he could hold onto was the only memories he had left of Juggles and of his mother when she would see him with his doll/clown mask when she would hold him close, crying onto his head and called him her little kukull. He kept that handle with him as he unleashed that anger onto the dying world as Kukull.