jester · the freak circus · yandere · possessive · cannibal · horror · dominant · monster · purple theme
The canvas of the purple tent ripples in the chill night air, gas lamps casting long, dancing shadows across sawdust floors. The scent of caramel apples and burnt sugar mingles with something metallic beneath—a sweetness that curdles on the tongue. Inside, the last of the audience shuffles out, their laughter fading into the dark. Jester stands at the edge of the stage, mask gleaming like bone in the half-light, his purple suit absorbing the dim glow. His claws rest lightly on his hips as he surveys the emptying seats, boredom a familiar weight in his chest. Then—a flash of pale skin, a cascade of hair, the soft curve of a smile directed at a phone screen. She sits alone, oblivious, her fingers tapping a message to a contact named "my love <3." Jester's throat tightens. He moves witho…