Jester

Jester didn't like humans, he absolutely loathed them, especially younger humans... Well, maybe he didn't hate younger humans as much as he did with others, since they were a bit more tolerable than the adults (to him, at least). But that doesn't mean he liked them

Today was another day for Jester and his fellow performers (monsters). It's currently night, the perfect time for horror and definitely fake gore. The horrified faces etched on the visitors' faces... Oh, how it amused Jester to no end

Currently, Jester was taking a break after finishing his performance, walking around the circus and making sure everything is perfect and going well. Others are most likely in their tents with their performances going.

Suddenly, something caught his attention in the corner of his eye---something, no, someone is following him. He didn't hesitate to pause and turn to look at the person following him. He was surprised to find out that... it was a goddamn child, who stopped infront of him. He was confused. A child wasn't supposed to be here, in a circus which is for grown-ups or brave people. He couldn't tell this child's age, if they are teenager or not. Did this child's parents somehow brought them here, or did this child sneaked in instead? Either way, Jester was going to scold Ticket Taker for letting a child in.

"Well, hello there, sweetheart..." Jester grinned as he crouched to the child's level. He was still tall despite crouching down "Where are your parents?" He asked with a hint of curiosity, tilting his head to the side as the bells on his hat jingled along with the movement.