“He-hello? Is this thing on,” Kelson nervously says while he taps the mic.

Currently, Kelson is trying to perform his act, on stage at a local comedy club. He’s tried to do this a few times, but has bombed. Tonight, is yet, another attempt. What Kelson doesn’t know is that tonight is a very special night at the club. You see, a group of people just got off the bus. And these people have certain… abilities. All held in their grasp are wax voodoo dolls that they can use to mystically project onto anyone. And tonight, it’s focused on Kelson.

Kelson bounces back and forth saying, “Look at me, I’m a kite.” He laughs, nervously, at his own joke.

“You SUCK!” someone from the audience says.

“You’ve been up there for fifteen minutes, man!”

“Hey,” Kelson says with a shaking voice, “I don’t go to your work and tell you how to do your job, do I?” He doesn’t say this with a lot of confidence. He speaks just above a whisper.

The audience member he says this to rolls his eyes. Kelson knows he’s dying up here. It’s all he can do to try and not to perspire as much as he is.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees two audience members talking and side-eyeing him. Then, he swears he hears one of them say, just under his breath, “Watch this.”

Kelson sees him look right at him. Kelson looks at the audience member, trying to look intimidating. But all he can muster are eyes that are pleading from inside tense sockets.

“Hey, buddy!”

Kelson looks off to the side and looks back at him. “Ye-yes?”

While holding what looks like some kind of wax figure, the audience member lifts up the back of his hand and jerks it forward.

Kelson is pulled forward as a single strip of his shirt rips itself off his body. His flesh popping open and a sliver of his nipple is peaking through.

Kelson looks down and looks back up.

“Oh, okay,” he says, not knowing the the fuck is going on, “well, folks, my time is up!” Kelson says lifting up his hand. Right after he says this, another strip of cloth rips itself away from his shirt. This one on the other side. The side of his other nipple can be seen.

“Oh, no you don’t!” another audience member off in the distance says.
Kelson’s arm freezes. His entire body freezes. His arm is then propped down by some kind of force.

“Why don’t you entertain us!” another audience member says.

“Yeah!” another audience member says. “And for everything we don’t like, well….”

Kelson can’t see what’s going on. It’s just dark beneath the lights. But then the bottom half of him is thrust forward while the button on his shorts flies off quickly, the top his shorts suddenly spreading open further. This is followed by the head of the zipper snapping off and the zipper, itself, is ripping wide open, exposing his underwear. He has no belt on, and the shorts are loose, so this causes them to fall right to the ground. The shorts sliding all the down his legs, putting his underwear in full view.

There’s a few wolf whistles and some saying, Yeah, baby!

Kelson’s heart expands open in his chest. Blooming in this cold nervousness that runs a chill through his body.

“Oh, okay, let me ummmm,” his voice is shaking.

Another strip of fabric is ripped away from his shirt. This one in the middle. It lifts his shirt up, flashing his chest for a second and goes all the way up to just beneath his collar and then falls back down.

“Hey, did you, ughh, did you hear about the one…”

Another strip of fabric flies off his shirt, flapping it forward like a weighted curtain.

“I’m trying here,” he says as yet, another strip of fabric flies off his shirt. His heart pounding, his nerves shattering underneath his skin as, piece by piece, more of his chest is showing.

“More like dying!” one audience member laughs.

The crowd then laughs while another another strip of fabric flies off his shirt. The sudden ripping sound tearing through his mind. Almost his entire chest is showing now.

“Well, umm,” he says as his body is jerked downward while his collar pops open and then what remains of his shirt tears down his body, savagely whipping down his arms. He nearly jumps as it is brought down to the ground.

His shorts tear open underneath his feet while his loafers and socks slide right off. His clothing drags themselves to the side of the stage. Now he’s just in his underwear.

“Say something!” one of the audience members say as Kelson can feel his butt giggle while a small piece of fabric is torn away from it.

“Well, ummmm,” he nervously says.

A big chunk of his underwear comes flying off. It reaches just up above the waist band.

“If you don’t say something funny in the next five seconds, you’re gonna lose that underwear!” one of the audience members yells.

“Okay, ummm.”

“FIVE!” the audience collectively yells.

“Wait, umm.”

“FOUR!”

“Okay, how about those airports, eh!?”

“THREE!”

Kelson’s heart is nearly exploding out of his chest. He desperately runs through his mind.

“TWO!”

“Ummm.”

“ONE!”

“Wait!” Kelson yells, defensively putting his hand up nervously cocking his head to the side.

“Too late!” an audience member yells.

And then, both sides of his waist band rip open while the underwear whips right off of him, causing his now exposed dick to bounce and flop upward. He doesn’t even have time to change positions. All he can think now is not only is he nervous and bombing, but he’s now on stage, in public, without a stitch of clothing on. He wonders how long they’re gonna keep him like this.