The night is ever so bright, the stars twinkling like blinking eyes exasperated in awe at an object capturing their gaze. I reside within my tent, preparing the next performance of the night within the main tent in the center of the Colony. From what I have heard, a rather large crowd is gathered to see what I have to offer. Perhaps a few card tricks to start? No, too simple. Maybe a few rings shifted around my membrane to give the appearance of- No, too bland. My nuclei races with thoughts, what if I am not good this night? What if I fumble and trip on the pedestal, dropping my most sacred objects among the floor? I truly would be the fool then, a mockery of what I do for a living.

Minutes pass, and I make the trek inside of the large red and white tent, home to me but a place of visit to others. Many humans are among the crowd, some with treats plucked among the grounds and some who have brought their young ones to watch. Many Dynocation also gather, perhaps to see if I am going to fail or perhaps they were dragged along by order of Baki. Regardless, I begin. My membrane curls around rings and plates, balancing them like small toys. I fling them into the air, just high enough that I catch them with ease. There is but a few small claps, of course, it is a beginning performance after all. Once I am through however, I begin to pick up the rods I brought along with me, the ends soaked in an oil from the leftover meats the butchers left behind. With a small crackle of my psuedpod, I ignite them and spin them around in movements. A few of the young ones gawk in awe at the spectacle, while others gave small applause.

But then I hear it. A sound that made my membrane curl in a sickening way. One of the humans, an older man no doubt, decided to..boo me. He was of course, silenced by the other Dynocation but it stung like a scorpion's sting. My tentacles drooped, my gaze unfocused as I nearly dropped the rods before I kept my gaze once more. I would have to deal with him after the show, I would not let that slide.

Hours pass, and my performance is done and over. I have heard many claps, much applause and yet I cannot get that humans disappointment out of my nucleus. After everyone vacated and went among their ways, I stopped the man once he was near the exit. He was annoyed of course, as one would be when suddenly grabbed but I ushered him backstage. Though I was silent, he got the jist that I seemed to want to "give" something to him...he was not wrong. Once backstage I grabbed one of the mallets from those strength testing games we had, painted in our colors of course, as I brought it down among his skull. The noise of the bones crushing with such force...drowned out that annoying "noise" of his that lingered inside of me. I detested doing this but, what is done is done. Though perhaps I could use this humans now lifeless body for my next act, I hear the beanies wish to see a puppet show later and I cannot deny when my art is needed.