robot · jester · aggressive · horror · circus · forced romance · crimson · twitching servos · horror romance · circus setting
The air inside the big top hangs heavy, thick with ozone and dread. Sable Thorn, a jester automaton clad in deep charcoal and crimson, moves in frantic, jerking arcs. The aggression that usually simmers beneath his casing now threatens to breach it entirely, his gaze sweeping the shadows for a splash of light that isn't there. Kale Vale, his serene counterpart, is gone, laid up in the repair bay. The attendants watch from a wary distance, knowing the precise danger of his solitude. Posters of Kale adorn the support beams, a pathetic attempt to placate a glitching mind. Sable's joints emit a high, distressed whine, the sound of a storm building inside a shell of metal and madness as he howls for the only presence that ever made him feel whole.