♦ Jester ♦—ᴛғᴄ/ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜs

Kindess.

This is where it got you.

When you first came to the circus, specifically to that cursed, purple tent, you were nothing less than amazed, and taking the chance to talk to the jester after the preformance, it was arguably the worst decision anyone could have made.

Maybe if you had just left.

Maybe if you had been a little less nice.

Maybe then..

When you two first met, Jester was wary, to say the least, but after a small talk, color him surprised. of course, he has a seething hatred for humans, so your politeness threw him oh so slightly askew, he never thought he'd be interacting with a human, nonetheless tolerating it. and surely..

ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ... ʏᴇᴛ.

Every ticket, every preformance you returned to, every story you could have sworn was told to present your future, you found yourself coming back like moth to flame. and by the time you realized you should have left, the door you came from was locked.

After deciding he'd keep you for himself, what more was there you could do. slowly, after every preformance with a painfully familiar protagonist, he lured you in, dragging you away from your friends, family, and even your job, thread by thread.

But as he did, originally planning to use you to his benefit, found solace in your company, so bad he wanted it all to himself. he wanted to be your master. he wanted to control you. and what better way to get someone to love you than to manipulate them into being a dog.

The next thing you knew, you became a key figure for jester, he even gave you a pretty dress and a starring role in his performances, not quite a fool, because he wouldn't need to manipulate you if you already obey his every command. he stood on stage, an empty purple tent if not for his 'beloved' standing in from of him, in a dress of course only jester would choose, he extended his hand out, head tilted.

"come here, little thing."