Jester Executioner Darling who is more machine than flesh.
Living off the blood they spill and the cheers of their people.
Jester Executioner Darling who mutters beneath their breath as they ruthlessly maim and rip apart the accused. If one were stand close enough to them they'd swear the words spoken without a sound sound eerily similar to a prayer.
Royal Yan who realizes there is a heart underneath that cold, painted exterior.
Royal Yan who is forced by the hand of their birth givers to rip it from their chest.
Royal Yan who loses themselves the moment they've lost what makes them whole - a cruel, vicious tyrant born as their jester's body collapses to the howls of joy from the crowd.
Royal Yan from a bloodline that lives centuries beyond the average lifespan of their people - mourning for decades to come.
Jester Executioner Darling who is reborn as a gentle, soft hearted individual obsessed with clowns, jesters, and the like.
Royal Yan who recognizes them instantly by the swirls painted on their cheeks.
(I'll make a full fic for this if there's interest. I love my bloodthirsty Jester and their sweetie clown reincarnation)
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Found out only 2% of applicants get accepted into clown college and now I can't stop giggling at the idea of Clown Reader stressing themselves out trying to get in.
For reference, only 3.5% of applicants get into Harvard, Yale is 4.5% and Princeton is 4.0%.
They are pacing around in their apartment, their facepaint and accessories scattered around their living room while Jason is sitting on their couch, going over their jokes with them.
Jason, gets up and hugs you: "Hey, hey.. its okay. You're funny, you're so funny, your going to get accepted.."
Clown Reader, crying: "I'm never going to get my own e-egggg!!"
Jason, mentally debating threatening the college board to accept you or not: "You are going to get your egg. I know you are, you're hilarious."
Clown Reader, sniffling as they start pulling out a hankerchief, and then another, and then another, and then another-
Clown Reader: "You're just saying that, Red.. but thank you."
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I love imagining that, besides killing the Joker and restoring clowns reputations in Gotham, Clown Reader's life goal is getting thier own egg registered. Jason thinks its silly, you're silly, of course you are, you are a clown after all, however that's what he likes about you. You are silly in a nonthreatening way.
It helps him with his clown adversion, makes him have less clown filled nightmares and more clown filled dreams. Dreams where you are happy and silly. With him. Only him.
So, to keep you silly and happy, he does his best to help you with your goals in a none overstepping way (plan A). He now knows so much about the history of clowns, the different types of clowns (he thinks rodeo clowns are so fun), the intersectionality with clowns and magicians and that in the clown community kid friendly clowns have beef with scary clowns.
"Hey.. why do they have beef with each other? They are both clowns right, Squeaks?" Jason asked after listening to you complaining about the clown infighting that was currently going on.
"Same reason why SOF hates the Joker. A lot of kid friendly clowns think that the scary clowns makes people affraid of us. You'd be surprised how many people have gotten kicked out of SOF for being aggressive to fellow members. I know this one guy, Peri Pierrot, that was being harassed by another clown for being 'too monotone'," you explained, stealing one of his Joker fries. "Big Boss Hoss doesn't hesitate when it comes to the society's rules."
"Big Boss Hoss???" Jason asked, hearing this clown name for the first time.
"Yeah, that's the society's founder's clown name. Cool guy."
Digital Circus with a Mime Reader, who CAN speak but prefers to use sign language and gestures: they find find Kaufmo in the middle of abstracting and try to calm him down (against their better judgement). It doesn't go well, ending with them locking and closing Kaufmo's door, and running to find Caine... Only to hear the theme song suddenly stop and Jax say something about a "new character" as they approach...
Ough finally some Kaufmo angst-
........
Approaching Kaufmo's door, you stopped in front of it and politely knocked, wanting to check up on him before Caine could summon everybody to perform the Digital Circus' "theme song" musical number.
As of late, your fellow clown hasn't been feeling up to snuff, since apparently nobody was laughing at his jokes anymore...
Although said jokes have all mentioned something about an exit--a way out of the digital realm you've grown quite comfortable living in. But even when he is dead serious, the others are convinced he's only kidding around, pretending to laugh and sometimes asking him if he could joke about something else.
Least to say...it grew frustrating for him.
The only reason he hadn't totally lost it yet was because of you, a mime who has lived in the circus for the past five months and befriended him quickly. Together you've put on many acts: with his wacky props and your invisible techniques, your shows were amusing to all.
That being said, you didn't want your longtime partner to think about any exits too much, as you've lost several friends in the past when they started talking about the same thing.
It happened to Queener, Kinger's beloved wife, and the poor chess piece has been on the brink of abstraction ever since (honestly, it's a miracle he didn't immediately follow her).
Fortunately, he remained stable enough to be around everyone.
As for Kaufmo?
He didn't look so good last night at dinner, and you haven't seen him all morning. Normally he'd be up and about, juggling random things as he walked or approaching you to brainstorm new acts to perform.
Him locking himself away in his room was not normal.
Especially when he knew this musical number was super important to Caine.
After waiting a minute or two, you perked up as he finally answered the door.
At first you smiled in greeting, although that was quick to fade when he only kept it open just a crack--enough for you to barely see his face...
Which bore a terrified expression underneath his runny makeup, making his frown look worse than it actually is. His hat was nowhere to be found, either.
''Are you okay, Kaufmo?" You signed, eyebrows furrowed in worry.
That was your usual way of talking, despite knowing you could very well speak freely. You had no clue if you were proficient in sign language before entering this circus, but regardless it always came in handy, and everybody did their best to communicate with you that way (or at least those with fingers, unlike Zooble or Gangle).
Since your performances usually involved silence and expressive gestures, you didn't see a need to talk often--and that was usually fine with Kaufmo, who'd always chatter with you in sign language right back.
But when he attempted to respond, you swore you both saw his own hands glitching, before he quickly retracted them, clearly frightened.
You, on the other hand, wanted to believe it was just a "digital hallucination".
That's all it was...right?
"I-I'm sorry, [y/n]..haven't been..feeling like myself-f-f lately.." Even his own voice was betraying him, as it sounded distorted, lagging as though he was a slow computer program. "But you believe me, don't you?"
"Believe what?"
"The...the exit, of course! The thing I've been talking about this whole time!! It's real! There IS a way out!! I-I can show you!!"
You blinked, before shaking your head. "Kaufmo, let me in."
"Oh no, I think that's a bad id--wait! Wait!!" Despite his pleas for you to stop, you forced your way into his room, shutting the door behind you so nobody else could intrude or eavesdrop.
The last thing you needed was Caine listening in.
Yet after taking a look around at the state of his quarters--with everything being a complete mess and the word "EXIT" scrawled onto every square inch of the ceiling and walls--you were nothing short of terrified for his mental well-being.
'My god....what has he done..?' You thought to yourself, mortified.
"No, no, no, no!!"
Looking back at Kaufmo, you saw him back up against the wall, holding his face as black glitchy polygons started appearing on his body. He gasped in horror, looking at his hands...and then up at you.
"What's..h-happening to me-e-e?"
Your heart sunk, knowing exactly what was going on.
"You're abstracting.." You whispered, your voice small yet shaken.
"I-I didn't...think I'd be next...it hurts so much! Christ-!!!" He began crying, his makeup oozing as he stared at you with empty, soulless black eyes. One of his arms was already taken over by the glitches, morphing into a large one covered in jagged polygons.
"Make it stop..MAKE IT STOP!!!" He screamed, slumping to the floor.
You were frozen in a state of panic, unsure if you should go get Caine or stay here and try to pull him out of his abstraction.
Either way, you had to do something fast...lest you lose him forever or become infected yourself.
"Just focus on me, pal. I'm here. I'm here." Kneeling down, you grasped his non-glitching hand tightly with both of yours, attempting to guide him through a breathing exercise.
"You'll get through this." You mouthed, but he just shook his head, noticing a single glowing eye forming on the surface of the glitchy flesh.
"Wh-Whatever you do...don't tell Caine, I beg you-u.." He pleaded. "He'll lock me away...a-and I'll be all alone in the dark..I don't wanna be alone.."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you shook your head, and he gazed at you in confusion. "What do you mean "no"? You'd let him throw me into the cellar with the rest of them...?" He started to grow angrier, feeling betrayed. "I thought we were partners!"
"We are partners, Kaufmo. Always will be." You sighed, wishing there was another way to stop this from happening. "But there's nothing more I can do...he needs to know-"
"Fine...maybe things will be better if I'm not around to tell my stupid jokes anymore."
"Kaufmo-"
"Go....run, [y/n]...run-n-n-nnNNNN------"
Immediately after he said that, you let him go right as his other hand quickly became overtaken by the abstraction, almost taking you with it.
You got up and took a step backwards, watching in mute terror as he rapidly grew in size, turning into a massive amalgamation of glitch black polygons. Even more glowy-trippy eyes were popping up in different places, looking in every direction.
Within seconds, Kaufmo no longer resembled the clown you once knew (or a person, in general)....but was instead replaced by a horrific digital beast with a long neck, standing on four legs.
You gulped as every single eye on his body suddenly shifted to stare directly down at you.
'Uh-oh-'
You hastily created an invisible wall just as he lunged at you with a ferocious roar, slamming right into the illusion like a bird smacking into a glass pane.
'He still falls for the oldest trick in the book..oh Kaufmo..'
Although it pained your heart to abandon him like this, he was too far gone to be saved. He didn't even recognize you anymore.
The only thing you could do now was get Caine before he harmed you or anybody else--even if it means you never saw him again. He could very well threaten the entire stability of this world if he got loose.
You quickly ran out of the room just before he could break through the "wall" and go after you, slamming the door shut and locking it tight.
Moments later, you heard him ram into it, the hinges damn near breaking off (but by the grace of cartoon physics, that didn't happen).
You wiped the sweat from your forehead, making a mad dash out of the dormitory section of the tent in a desperate search for Caine.
Unfortunately, you could already hear Bubble's singing in the distance as the gang's musical number routine was already starting:
"Gangle, and Zooble, and Kinger, too~!"
You ran as fast as your legs could possibly carry you. They were already aware of both of your absences, and they chose to go on with the song anyways.
'Jerks..they couldn't at least wait for me?' You huffed. 'Caine never tells us when we're doing these musical ditties-'
By the time you arrived, however, you heard the music abruptly cut out.
You stopped upon seeing your friends tumbled over each other on the floor, with Gangle's comedy mask being broken and Jax picking himself up in annoyance.
"Caine, is this one of your NPCs or is this a new sucker?"
Blinking, you glanced at the new person he was referring to, surprised to see a girl dressed as a red and blue jester.
What would yandere levi think of clown reader would he be scared
oh for sure, he’d be terrified but would do his best not to show it. he’d be jumpy and skittish, always glancing around him and watching you make balloons with bated breath. levi wouldn’t fully understand this fear and would try to suppress it, but the moment you turn and smile at him, he nearly shits himself.
all jokes aside, levi would know that it’s you and for that reason the experience would be just a touch less scary. he would consider it exposure therapy in some form. the more he sees the good you do, the less he fears clowns as a whole, and the more he falls in love with you.
even better if you hand out candy to children with him. though, i will say, he really doesn’t like your makeup. he thinks the outfit itself is a bit silly, with the shoes that are too big and click-clack when you walk, the colorful attire that you dress in, and the vibrant wigs you put on.
if you really wanna scare the shit out of him, dress in monochrome and do your makeup in black and white as well — be sure to put a frowny face instead of a smile — and stand in the corner of his bedroom until he wakes up.
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Autobot with a clown Bot ,who live in the circus (nothing happen to their home, they just got randomly involved between autobot and deception), it would be funny like- imagine the team trying to figure out how to get one of their member back and first thing they saw when they turn around is their clown member, drinking energon like they didn’t got kidnapped by deception just the minute ago (heh~ looney tune style)
You are such a SMALL Bot but you had SO MUCH ATTITUDE.
What should Autobots expect, you were a small clown car brought to life by an AllSpark fragment, but they are still fooled by you nearly every day.
The Autobots and occasionally Decepticons, can't understand how you work. It's like you break the laws of physics every time you even eat or simply BE.
You have trouble taking anything seriously, yet somehow things always work in your favor.
Also, you are the jokester of the Autobots, heck, you even beat Bumblebee.
Optimus was having a serious speech and at the end of his speech he sat down and you slipped a whoopee cushion under his aft. It sounded like he had farted and you and Bumblebee laughed so hard that you fell off your seats!
Ratched sneezed once and you offered him a tissue, but when he grabbed the piece of fabric and pulled, more and more colorful tissues came out of your arm.
Something good happened and you offered to high-five Bumblebee and when he slapped his palm against yours, he got electrocuted. Classic prank, the yellow minibot almost jumped out of his armor!
You had gotten yourself a telescope big enough for the other Bots to use and you had asked Prowl to come and see the stars with it. Little did the cyber ninja know that you had rubbed black ink on the scope and he had a dark ring over his glasses during the following day.
One time you offered Bulkhead an oil cake that turned out to be just a sponge you had dipped in black ink. Poor guy almost choked.
The point is, no one is safe when you are around and Bumblebee has at least twice offered to give you to Decepticons. Not that they would actually do so, but you deserved a little scare, but knowing you, the Decepticons would return you in no time.
Murder Clown Gang and Jester Demon Reader- Specifically one that has a tiny human form, and a massive true form. They wear baggy clothes so their clothing doesn't tear when they switch back and forth.
The horny levels of these dorks would be off the scales-
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[Blue smashes open the cage Jester Reader was locked in by their victims for the evening. Reader peaks out of their cell, gazing at the bodies of the cultists littering the floor]
Murder Clown (Pink): Ohhh- Bless your poor heart. Come here, little one. We won't hurt you.
Jester Reader: !!! [Squeezes past Pink, tripping over the cuffs of their baggy pants as they attempt to flee]
Murder Clown (Purple): Would ya look at that. They're practically swimming in those clothes.
Murder Clown(Green) - mouth covered in red: Poor thing looks like they're starving. Looks like we're the heros this evening. Hehehe - I don't mind sharing if they could use a bite....
Murder Clown (Orange): The cops will be here any second. Can't one of us just throw them over their shoulder and carry them out?
Murder Clown (Red): Give them a minute. I doubt you'd trust anyone after being stuck in a cage for god knows how long.
Murder Clown (Blue): U-uh....guys?
[Jester Reader rises to their knees, drying their tears on their sleeves as they climb to their feet. A sickening pop! can be heard as one of their arms shoots out of their sleeve. One by one, their limbs grow - the rest of their body rapidly morphing to match. Their once loose fitting clothes stretches tightly around their figure, the button of their collar narrowly missing Orange's eye as it flies off. The entire group stare at the demon - their horns scraping the roof of the basement]
