Badass

Back in the day, waaay back in the day (seriously, I'm talking extreme far back to the actual day when Monday showed up as a real day.) Monday had happy feet. The kind of feet that would pick themselves up with glee - and carry him with springy muscles towards his doom. But after the centuries passed, and it became obvious that not many people ever looked forward to his arrival, those feet began to plod.

He began to take on, instead of a bright outlook on life - (as he truly believed the world was going to give him what he wanted) he took on a grim delight at people's dread of his arrival. Sometimes, Monday would even postpone his arrival by a few hours...just to make people squirm. Who was going to complain? Tuesday? Wednesday? Hell, just the threat of, "Well, you can always switch places if you don't like the job I'm doing." Was enough to get anyone off his back.

But today, today was his day, and he heard it everywhere. It was whispered through the matter of the universe, and it said, "Badass."

He heard it when his feet hit the sidewalk. "Badass."
He heard it from the thumping beats of passing cars. "Badass."
He heard it echo from his reflection in storefront windows. "Badass."
There was no denying it today, "Badass," a tree whispered through it's leaves as he passed. He was going to take the cruel joke the fates had played upon him, and use it to the best advantage.

He passed blocks, and apartment buildings, and strip-malls and parks. Each step the ground trembled with dread. Then a pack of trick-or-treater's dressed up as princesses and ghouls and cowboy's walked into his space.

"Hey Mister!" They said, "What are you supposed to be?"
"I'm from the dark place that you fear." He spoke quietly, "The place you never want to go, but you will..."
"No you're not!" Said a cowboy.
"You don't look like my basement!" Said a ghoul.
"Yer not that scary." Said a princess.

He adopted the most fearsome look on his face, and shoved it at them. "OH NO!? FOOLISH CHILDREN, LOOK UPON THE FACE OF MONDAY!" All screamed and then took to their heels, except for the princess. She looked at him like she understood a magic-trick, but couldn't quite see how it was done.
"You're not that bad." She said quietly.
"Hm, no little girl?" Then he reached out a hand, and placed it on her shoulder. Then through the touch, he imparted all the knowledge upon her short years, of what Monday would mean to her in the future. Her face grew older, her eyes saw terror, and her body knew suffering. She screamed, "I was wrong! I was wrong!" Then she pulled away and ran after the others.
"Well," Monday said to himself, "I guess she learned her lesson." And continued to walk. He passed a bus stop, it said to him, "Badass..."

Happy Halloween.