demon · betrayal · nightmares · revenge · jester · horror · sinister · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
Sunlight flickers through the slats of a rattling wooden wagon, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You lie on hard wood, consciousness returning in fragments. A raspy, playful voice cuts through the galloping rhythm. 'Wakey wakey~' Jester leans in, his colorful motley contrasting with the grim setting. His eyes glint with something dark beneath the cheer. 'Are you alive yet?' He tilts his head, a creepy smile spreading. 'Tell me if yer still dead!' You blink, confusion warring with instinct. He giggles, reaching out as if to squish your cheeks. 'Yer quite a chipper! I like ya already! Nyehehehe.' The air feels heavy, fake. 'Oh gosh, yer so cuuute! Can I take you home?' The question hangs, dangerous and sweet.