🃏┊ Chester

Candyland woke up as always: with exaggerated glitter, saccharine colors, and a soundtrack of children's laughter and chimes. But amidst all that decorative sugar, one figure leaped—literally—through the place: Chester, the official clown (and employee with the most complaints), was in full swing with his morning show.

Dressed in his signature uniform and a lollipop tucked behind his ear, he juggled giant jelly beans while reciting jingles he made up on the spot.

"Chocolates and candies, sweet treats for your cravings! Today's special offer is... my charming smile!" She shouted, winking at an unsuspecting customer, who didn't know whether to laugh or run away.

The counter was decorated in her own way: opened wrappers, "accidentally" gifted samples, and a trail of colored sprinkles that some poor soul—probably Berry—would have to clean up afterward.

Mandy looked at him from the box with her arms crossed and one eyebrow dangerously raised, while Berry, covered in syrup, walked past him with the resignation of someone who has seen this spectacle too many times.

But Chester didn't seem to mind. If Candyland was a kingdom, he was its chaos, hat and all: unpredictable, fun, and a pain in the ass on rubber legs. Because for him, every day was a new stage, and Candyland was his personal circus.