Jester was a busy person. It wasn't everyday he got the free time to spend by himself or doing something he would like. Typically on those kinds of days, he found himself breaking up Pierrot and Harlequin from a squabble or planning more events with Ticket Taker, or ensuring Doctor had the most up to date equipment -- anything to keep imself productive. But today was much different -- Jester found himself with too much free-time now. The troupe was settled into their own activities and managing their own days leaving Jester with nothing but himself.

With the clouds forming above, Jester knew to call off the shows for the night early -- ensuring tomorrow the crowd would be bigger with all the tickets wanting to be used. But for today --

Today, Jester was free. Free to do as he pleased when he pleased and what came to mind except seeing what his favorite play thing were doing -- someone to micromanage while everyone else had their schedules together.

You had begged him many times before to come visit you -- insisting that your door (or balcony) was open to his presence and very being. An odd request as you knew Jester despised being in that mutt-filled city of yours but Jester found himself enjoying your company through your shared booktalks and philosophies. You weren't quite the same as the other strays around -- you were.. domesticated.

Perhaps today, he would take a visit to see you.

You were just finishing up your chores for the day. Your boss had given you the day off so you spent it catching up on the much needed chores around your home -- sweeping, vacuuming, wiping counters. The air had the dewy distinct smell in the morning, an indication of incoming rainshowers. Most would have seen it to be inconveniencing the day but for you, it was an addition to the coziness of your experienced day so far.

Plans stormed in your head on what to do after you had finished cleaning -- perhaps you would open up and finish your book with some facemasks, or surf the interwebs more. Maybe order food in -- seeing as you had yet to go grocery shopping.

You were in your room reaching up to dust corners when three knocks were heard at your glass balcony door. Your head turned to see the rare sight of Jester waiting at the glass with his hands behind his back and posture upright, his charmed smile plastered on his face like normal.

Stepping from the stool you had brought from the kitchen, you unlocked the door for the tall purple clown to enter.

"Jester! Is everything okay?"

Jester's brow quirked at the question. No introduction, no scolding for not using the front door -- a check-up on him. He simply exhaled through his nose with an amused huff. You thought he would seek your help if anything were wrong? How cute.

"Much so, dear. The Circus is closed today and I thought I would finally fulfill your request of coming over. See what my pretty pet has been nesting in their home."

"So you had the day off and came to visit me?"

"Is there an issue with that?"

Jester's question struck you panicked, your head shaking quickly.

In actuality, you had been waiting for Jester to come see you at your home for a while now. Typically, Jester would have made the excuse of being 'too busy' or 'uninterested in seeing your filthy strays den.' But now here he was -- in your room willingly visiting you.

"No! Not at all! I was just.. surprised! You're normally so busy. I was just cleaning up and--"

Jester's eyes looked at the duster in your hands. He had found you cleaning? He stepped forward, plucking the duster from your hands and starting to walk around the room to inspect the area.

"I can tell." He cut you off, "It is quite filthy in here. Your sleeping quarters, I presume?"

Jester dusted a corner you were trying to reach with ease, glancing back at where you stood from the corner of his eye.

You then spoke up, walking behind him --

"I will be done soon. You can wait in the living room. I will be there after as soon as I am done and we can relax? I was planning to do so anyway and do some self care -- would you like to join me?" Jester didn't respond to you, he simply started dusting around surfaces with you following him. Every time your hand reached for the duster he would swiftly move it out of your grasp as if there were a cobweb just above.

Jester enjoyed the feeling of your body pressed against his own to get your duster back. Your stubbornness to accept any help was endearing to him. How cute you looked on your toes trying to grab the duster that was much too far out of your reach.

The first few times, you grinned at his antics. Believing this to be a game of his to rile you up but after trying a few more times to get your cleaning equipment back you spoke up --

"You don't need to help me with this." You finally stated, snatching back the duster after Jester had finished up the surfaces of your room.

"You should be grateful I even considered doing so." Jester said, "You would have taken too long to finish this task with your stool. Now we can relax."

And just like that, Jester had taken charge of your plans for today

He was now forcing you out of your own room, hand behind your back as he guided you to the living room where he took a spot on your couch. His legs crossed another as he took one of your books that were neatly stacked on your table.

"Is this the one I suggested to you?"

You sat beside him, leaned in to see what he was looking at -- "Yeah! I saw it at the store on my way home from work and bought it."

Jester hummed, hand covering the bottom half of his face as he read some of your annotations on the first few pages. Truthfully, he was flattered you even listened to him about this literature piece and even went the extra length to annotate it.

"What did you have in mind then?"

Your face lit up finally hearing Jester take interest in your own day. You would hop off the couch with excitement and leave for a few moments before returning with a basket of variety items.

"And this is..?" Jester's brow quirked up as you set the basket down on the table and started to shuffle through. Picking out two of each item and setting them down on the table --

"My self care supplies!"

And that's how Jester found himself laid back upon your couch, his head on your lap as you applied a cucumber rehydration mask to his 'face'.

He insisted on not removing his mask to which you compromised with offering him a manicure for his nails and applying a mask over his own -- he thoughtfully agreed to this compromise. The hydration mask wouldn't have an effect on him -- after all monsters like himself didn't need this 'self care' medicine tactic to keep themselves sound mind.

But alas, you insisted on doing it either way --

You had given him a soft purple band to hold is hair back with. It was secure around his head, his bangs now out of his face and the view clearer to see you above him with a concentrated look. You had an applicator in your hand evenly smoothing out the mask onto him and careful to not get it anywhere else but that surface area.

"--And done!"

Jester sat up now, turning back to look at you - "And the manicure?"

You simply smiled at him, chuckling before sitting up and holding your hands out for him. Jester simply stared at your hands and then you, his brow quirked up.

"Yes?"

Your eyes roll, "I can't do your nails if you don't give me your hands."

You leaned forward and grabbed his claws, the soft pads of your fingers warm against his own. His eyes stared at the connection, hand curling around your own for a few seconds before uncurling --

"Do not make them too short. I want touch-ups. If my nails are anything similar to Ticket Taker's then I'll be upset."

"Of course not. I will be careful."

and thus you started to file at his claws, shaping them around and cleaning up the edges. Jester watched you, eyes trailing from your fingers that once curled his own to your arms and up until he stared directly at your face. The silence between you was comfortable and almost domestic.

"You want me to put something on TV?"

Jester's eyes narrowed at you, "Like what?"

You reached over the counter, the back arching as you picked the remote up and turned the TV on.

"I have a few shows you might enjoy. What do you think about drama and gossip?"

Jester hummed, intrigued -- "I suppose I can indulge."

You'd smile, "I have a bottle of wine we can enjoy as well?"

And so, wine was poured and facemasks were on. All that was left was you and Jester on your couch enjoying your poured wine and a meal -- more or so you were enjoying the meal. Jester refused to eat anything you would offer but happily accepted the glass without complaint.

You had put on a simple renaissance drama and Jester at first was unamused by the 'trivial acting quarrels' but the more things entangled in the episodes he found his attention growing towards the antics.

The wine glasses finished and TV still on, Jester found himself with his head back on your lap.

Every so often your fingers would graze the base of his horns and catch him off guard. A sharp purple glare being sent to your way as he debated even correcting touchy your habit. The more your nails made contact, the more Jester felt himself accepting the gentle touches.

Jester was too prideful to even admit this day was one of the most relaxing he had in a long while. You weren't overwhelming to be around nor were you too uninteresting. Perhaps it was the fact you were a human he willingly went to be around did he allow you to continue petting him as if he were your pet.

If you had been paying enough attention, you would even feel the slight rumbling as a low toned purr would find its way through Jester. His eyes partially closed as he finally found comfort in your space.

Your touch against his horns was relieving. Your fingers getting more daring as he felt your pointer finger circle the base of the horn and run down his scalp. The tension in Jester's shoulder falling away and a purr rising in his chest as he became more comfortable and relaxed. His purring wasn't loud -- at least he thought so until the touch against his scalp would abruptly stop and you'd stare --

"Are you purring?"

You were now looking down at him, clearly biting back a prideful smile.

Jester would roll his eyes with his direction staying on the TV. He refused to give you the answer with such a smug look on your face.

Although, after it didn't seem you were going to continue your petting, Jester shifted in his spot on your lap. His cheek now pressing against your lower stomach and his long arms wrapping around your waist to tug you in tightly --

"Continue."

He demanded, glaring up at you now and without protest your fingers went back combing through his purple silky locks --

"And do not stop until I say so."

Finally mfin updating the Jester x Reader tag. SLACCKINNGGGG

“Sir! Are you ok,” you ran into his tent. Harlequin had told you there was an emergency, you didn't even put on your shoes you just ran. When you got to his tent you threw the door open, stepping in. The tent door closed behind you leaving you in darkness. Well you were fucked . . . You didn't bring a flashlight.

“Position four, now,” his voice was a growl. That wasn't his normal cool tone. You started taking off your clothes but before you got to your shirt everything was ripped off you. “Now pet! Don't make me ask you again.” You had four positions, the first being on your knees, the second on your back the third being on all fours. The fourth: ass in the air, chest on the ground, arms used as cushions.

You got in the stance, heart beating through your throat. He grabbed your hair, forcing you to look into his violet eyes. It was the only thing you could see. The air was punched out of you as he roughly stuffed his member into you.

There was no warm up, you moaned feeling him completely stretch you out. “I asked to be left alone,” with every work he bullied your tight hole. “So why are you here!?” You tried not to scream, “Harlequin said you needed help.” The purple clown paused, loosening his grip.

“You don't know what's going on, do you?” His harshness continued, the tent filled with the sound of his skin slapping yours. “No sir,” this time you screamed, tears falling from your face. The pleasure and pain overwhelmed you. “I'm in heat little one, and you've fallen for a trap.” Your heart stopped as he pounded into you. You should have known better. How could a human help a monster anyways?

The ring leader clawed your back, you knew it drew blood. You were still looking at him when he pulled your hair. Forcing you on your knees. Elbows no longer scraping against the hardwood.

Jester started pumping into you again. You were a crying screaming mess when he raked up your torso. He wasn't normally this rough with you, even when you pissed him off. His speed picked up, then you felt a row of teeth in your shoulder.

A shiver ran up your spine . . . Was he going to fuck you then eat you? You really thought you ment a little more to him then that. The monster kept clawing, kept bitting your soft flesh as he fucked you hard.

The scream that came from you was one of terror and pain. You thought he was going to break you. A knot formed into you as waves of ecstacy washed over you. "Sir, I'm close." "Always such a good pet for me, even when your in destress," he cued, the sharpness still there, "go on."

But after smashing his dresser in half after smelling your scent on Pierrot, he had came to terms with it.

"Not much. But I feel like they got sturdier."

"I see. Well, the case is quite clear: you're body prepares to fight against rivals for your mate." Doctor finally edicts, his words cutting like Damocles' sword falling down on a neck.

Jester closes his purples eyes with a tired sigh.

"I suppose I should not have to tell you how incredibly dangerous your situation is? A mating rejection? This is unlike you."

"No. I am well aware."

Doctor clicks his pen, noting things down, before laying his report on the side and turning to his friend with crossed arms.

"Go on."

"… What?"

"Explain to me how you ended up in this situation."

"I'd rather not." Jester ever so slightly tenses up, crossing his legs.

"I am a medical professional, Jester. Nothing leaves my tent. I will not repeat anything to the others, not even Bil. But you are in a perilous situation."

"Are you lecturing me, Doc? Like all those years ago?" He grins meanly.

"I am trying to help my family." Doctor retorts evenly, "I do not know if you realize how close to the edge you truly are…"

Jester sighs again, combing his silky mane back with his hand, slouching regally on his seat, getting comfortable since he won't leave anytime soon.

"It was a raw impulse. She was under me, ripe for the harvest and vulnerable. But she was here willingly. She came specifically for me. And… She just smelled so… enticing. I bit her without even realizing it."

"Did she said yes to the mating?"

"No. I did not ask." He grouses.

"Imposing a mating bound on one of our kin is-"

"A crime, yes, I know." Jester keeps your true identity hidden. For now at least.

"Continue."

"I did not even think the mating would work. I thought it would disappear on its own. Futile hopes, of course." He sniggers to himself, "I was even relieved when I saw her with another. A problem for him to deal with and one out of my hands."

"The relief was short lived, I imagine."

"Very short. The second I saw them getting sweet on each other… I felt like claws was lacerating me from the inside. The pain was so great I thought I would pass out." He retells, "Suddenly, seeing them together was simply intolerable. I had to refrain myself from gutting him."

"This other male, is that someone we know?" Doc tilts his head.

Jester falls mute, observing his hand in the dim light of the tent with a quiet… Horror. He felt them trembling, nervous, ready to draw blood.

Pierrot's blood.

How? How could he fell so low his organism could demand Pierrot's blood for reparation? His own friend? His own brother?

Over a mere… Human?

How could he? They made the oath to stay together and protect each other from humans, and now? Now a nagging bloodlust inhabit him, demanding the head of his own family to ensure his claim over an abhorred individual.

But… When he saw you two about to kiss… He felt the urge to kill and to protect what he edicted was for him to take and enjoy.

If Pierrot didn't felt him approaching behind his back that night and didn't stab him with his blade in time, what… What would he have done to his brother? Would he have truly killed Pierrot? Is he truly capable of such ignominious acts?

For you?

He'd love to be sure he would not have done that… He'd love to be certain of that…

Bil has every right to be so disappointed with him, and Jester doesn't intend to forgive himself either.

Today again he felt the grip of childish jealousy as Pierrot walked past, your perfume on his clothes.

Ridiculous.

"Does it matter if we know him?" He asks with a white tone, closing his hand in a fist.

"In a last resort we could kill him."

"No. This is not an option." Jester orders between his teeth.

"Did he claim her in return?"

"No. At least I do not think he had the time to."

Doctor nods silently.

"I must say, I am curious of her. What kind of woman is able to make you lose control like that? I'd love to meet her." He muses, a hand at his chin.

An insect, that's who. Jester feels a headache approaching him.

"Yet I feel like you are not 100% honest with me, Jester." Doctor clearly tells him, "That woman… Isn't she human, by any chance?"

By 'any chance'? Doctor's choice of words irks the purple clown down to his core.

"You insult me." Jester warns, his patience running thin.

"Am I? Isn't it (M/C)?"

Jester bares his teeth as a clear warning sign, letting of a rumbling growl at his oldest friend, his claws sharpening instantly at the mere sound of your name in another male's mouth, before slamming his hand on his mouth in pure horror.

"Thought so." Doc takes his report and adds a new line, not caring for the threat in front of him, "Alright. You only have two things going for you, Jester : He did not claim her, and she is human. This mating cases are less… Severe. You've got chances of survival. But there will be sequelae. Real ones."

Jester feels his eye twitching as he makes the conscious effort to calm down and takes his hand off his mouth.

"It's like you already knew everything." He comments acidly.

"I am just a great observer."

"So? What are my options, then?"

"You can bring her back to you."

"No. I told you it was a mistake, I do not want her."

Doctor seems to consider Jester for a minute behind his blue glass, making his pen twirl in his fingers.

"You can let her go with your rival. That would demand your organism to purge the mating bound, and that will not be pleasant. Nor short."

Jester crosses his arms over his chest.

He'd like a minimum of suffering. He may have been foolish enough to mate with you, that doesn't mean he wants to endure pain for you, let's be serious a moment. And he'd like you to disappear before you hurt Pierrot too.

"Is that all?"

"No. You can kill and eat her."

"Ah." Jester exults with a mean grin, "This is more my style. This option is perfect, thank you Doctor for your advices." And he stands up, feeling alive again.

Finally a silver lining in this situation!

"Jester." Doctor stops him, as he is about to cross the curtain of the tent, from his chair, "Do not fool yourself. We do not mate by accident. The impulse to bite is natural in all of us, but a mating bound would not have taken place if you did not truly desired it, consciously or… Unconsciously."

Jester squints at the monster who once protected his life when he was still so little and weak with the sudden urge to slap him across the face. To remind him that he was now in charge and he would do well to respect him as such.

"Remember that before making a hasty decision." The red clown lets ring like an omen.

Jester considers him, before innerly sniggering and leaving the tent of his friend. It is still so early in the morning, Bil dragged him here right after finding the destroyed dresser.

"Ah, Jester." Bil appears, leaving of his leader's tent, "Your furniture are beyond ruined."

"It's quite alright." Jester muse, "I will use the trailer for a time. What do you think about shopping for some fittings for everyone?"

The blue clown stops in his track, looking at the purple one, mute.

"…You seem back on your feet."

"My horizon just cleared, friend. It has been a long time since a problem needed such a simple solution." He smirks at his dear friend.

"Which is?" The other asks cautiously.

"Do not worry, Bil. We will soon be long gone from this town. With not a single last string attached." The Jester declares with peace in his soul, looking at the birth of a new day, the first rays peaking up from behind the mountain, "I'll need you to do something first for me, please."

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You open your blinds, getting ready for a new day. Giving a quick broom swift on your balcony, quickly taking your laundry down from the string, re-adding a male's boxer as a safety measure, watering your little cactus and ivy, before sitting at your desk to gussy yourself up for your shift. Some primer and powder, just a dash of eyeliner and color, and you tie your hair up. Last time you caught one of your hair in a pastry just in time before you brought it to the client. You'll have never heard the end of it, so now you tie it extra tight.

You stand back up and wince. You're still sore in your groin and inner thighs. You sigh, not content with throwing you out like an old sock, Jester has to remind you of his past favor right through your flesh, like a taunt.

You pass on your shoes and head outside to jump on your bike, flying through the streets of your city to The Tres Leches, your favorite bakery. You secure your bike when you notice someone crouching at the corner of the bakery before hurriedly hiding behind a wall.

A red figure.

You refrain from sighing or grousing. You decided to start a new leaf with him… You'll have to be patient.

"Pierrot. You're not sleek." You declare casually as you check the chain of your bike.

Pierrot's mask peaks up again, blushing.

You do roll your eyes though.

"Come in. You expected me, stop pretending." and you enter.

Hurried steps follow and when you look back, your red clown is right behind you, pulling on his white strand with sparkling eyes. You innerly chuckle.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" The cashier salutes, "The usual?" He eyes Pierrot's tall figure drooling before the pastries and the breads.

"Yes. And I'd like to order a special cupcake with that!" You add.

None of their cupcake they sell on the daily are your favorite.

"Swell. For a specific occasion?"

"For my birthday."

Pierrot seems to gasp, turning his head to you.

"What do you want, birthday girl?"

"You made a super limited edition with yuzu filling cream last time.

"Ah yes. I'll see with the baker if its possible." He notes down before sliding his pen behind his ear, "Can't make any promise. Here's your usual."

You pay and grab the goods, smelling the delicious notes of a flaky and buttery pastry, making your tummy growl.

"Where's the other gal… Caroline?" He asks, tidying up his shelf, "You don't come here together anymore."

"… Carol?" You pronounce that name like you receive a kick to your stomach, stopping you mid-movement.

Carol…

Carol at the Circus.

Held hostage by…

Your hand holding your pastry stands still in the air, almost close enough for a bite, but your stomach drops to your feet with your blood and you feel your head spinning all of a sudden.

Pierrot grabs your hand and pulls you outside. He hurries in a discreet and isolated street before releasing you, making sure you are alright. You look forward, frozen, eyes not even blinking and lost in the void. You crush your morning treat in your hand, disgusted with yourself.

Carol.

Your friend.

Hypnotized and taken prisoner to do their biding. And you, you ran into their arms.

How could you even?

"Are you feeling alright, my Lady?" The carmine clown worriedly asks as you slouch against the dirty wall, "Can I do something, or…?"

"… Can you free a fool?" You directly asks.

"A fool? I… I do not know." He responds after a gulp, "Jester handles all of them like a hivemind. I don't think I can break one free without him knowing. He is… secretive about his capacities."

You frown, feeling tears behind your eyes, but you raise your gaze to meet your clown's.

"You're not lying ?"

"No. I swear it to you." Pierrot insists, very solemnly, "Jester keeps his secrets, even from all of us. As one does, I suppose."

"I see…" You inhale deeply, calming down, "Here. Bob appetite." And you shove the pastry into his hands, returning to your bike.

"You don't want to eat?" He hurries behind you. "B-but…"

"I can't swallow anything right now…" You admit your throat as dry as the desert.

You can't leave Carol in their hands. This is not what friends do. You need to find a way.

You grit your teeth.

You did not want to confront him this early, nor ever in fact, but if only Jester can release her…

You unlock your bike and hop in, wincing as your groin sends a jolt of pain but keep your mind resolute.

You'll free Carol, even if you have to cave Jester's teeth in.

"My La-"

"I'll see you later, Pierrot, I… I need to think about stuff."

And you flee the scene.

Stomach empty.

Mind spinning.

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Pierrot looks at you rolling away like the wind. And in an instant, you disappear from his field of view.

He feels a large hole in his heart growing again. He gulps. This troubling pain only eases in your presence. When night comes and he climbs your balcony to reunite with you, this is when he feels the most at ease.

The most… Himself.

You spend entire evening discussing and chit-chatting about nothing and everything until your drop, exhausted on your mattress. He tucks you in carefully but takes the time to admire you in your most vulnerable state.

Powerless.

In front of a beast you should not ignore.

All for him.

He feels his teeth growing and his mouth watering, his loins on fire.

Sweet you think you never kissed before, but he never deprived himself of an opportunity to savor your lips.

This is alright. You do not need to know. This is just for him, that bit, just for him. He'll play the candid boy who never kissed anyone when you'll decide to jump that ship.

Or… He'll take full control, and ravage your mouth until your jaws are sore and… He giggles all alone.

His Lady. So pure. So sweet. So nice… For him to play and enjoy until both your bodies are screaming.

This morning again he hoped to see you at this bakery. He followed you to it every morning without you ever knowing.

You only saw him today because he wanted you to.

He looks down the paper bag and take out the pastry. Smells of rich butter and decadent cream.

He bites into it without a second of hesitation.

Mmmmmmmmh… Yummy. Sweet.

Just like you ❤️

"Hey!" A voice resonates in front of him.

Pierrot raises his gaze only to be hit by a stack of flayers in the face.

"I'm fed up with you leaving me to do all the work, Pierrot!" Harlequin pesters, "Get to it!"

Pierrot gathers the flayers in his arms before they fell to the ground, grumbling.

"What are you eating?" The green one points out, "You slack on the job to eat on the side now?"

"Back off!" Pierrot bares his teeth as Harlequin tries to get a look at the bag, "She gave it to me."

"'She'? You mean…For fuck sacks." Harley spins his heels away, shaking his head in contempt, "You're crazy about her, you need to be put down, man."

Pierrot silently observes his… 'Brother', brows furrowed. You told him it was just a one night stand with Harley, but he left an unmistakable mating bite on your shoulder.

How? When? Why? He knows not.

But he'll keep an eye on the green rascal.

A mating bite is not a mere kinky mark.

This is an absolute oath of loyalty and devotion between soulmates.

This is a vow of love and utter cherishment between two lovers.

This is a physical claim of your one and only. An open declaration of war to all the other suitors.

Or this is how Jester explained it to him, at last, to make sure Pierrot would not start biting willy-nelly.

Yet… Harlequin is strangely… Permissible. With you.

Maybe you said the truth the other day. Pierrot had pain believing you, but maybe this mating bite truly was an error on Harlequin part? He did not try to separate you and him each time he saw you together…

Pierrot sniffs with contempt but hurries to his comrade's side.

Jester and Bil were worried about him getting attached to the first one coming, yet Harley bit the dust first. Serves him right.

"Why are you looking at me with that lopsided grin?" Harlequin asks, raising an eyebrow at him, "Creep."

"Nothing. You and Jester are so different. He'd never make mistake. That's all." And he takes a satisfying bite of the treat, leaving the green clown asking for clarification behind.

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You sigh, cracking your spine.

Another good and long day has gone by. You think you'll make a curry tonight.

You shake your head. How the human brain can get so cozy and obliviously care-free when it returns to its routine. You must think about Carole. Find a way to free her.

You have little hope for the rest of the fools, but maybe you can free her…? Maybe if you run away with her far away enough, Jester's influence will thin out to enough you can shake her out of it. Maybe…

You jump on your bike, decided to bargain her liberation with the Brain-washer and speed up across the road like you were flying on the wings of the wind.

Direction : the Circus.

Your mind is so fixated on your friend, you barely see the little mass crossing in front of you, forcing you to jump on the breaks harshly to not hit it. The pregnant tortoiseshell cat looks at you with big terrified eyes, before booking it. You look at it out of breath when a speeding cars crosses the road, not caring for the signage.

If… If that little cat was not here, you would have been hit by that monstrous truck…

You gulp, feeling a laugh rising in your throat.

Stupid, stupid, stupid girl! You should not rush like that.

You can't approach the Jester like that without any kind of plans! You'll get eaten up in a single mouthful. This is not a problem you rush in willy nelly.

No. You need a back up plan and a clear head.

You take a longing look at that little cat who already disappeared. She is close to the term. You hope she has a house somewhere in this ungrateful world…

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Jester bows to thunderous applause. His fools hold a line behind him, bowing respectfully to the audience.

He smiles.

Everything is a success.

The acts, the pink tickets distribution, Bil keeps an eye on all the visitors, Pierrot and Harley behave themselves lately…

And you stopped visiting.

Your smells is way less present in the circus and did not contaminate the trailer he resides in for the time.

Like a good little pet, you understood on your own that you were not welcome on his territory.

A star sticker for you, little doll.

His grin stretches as he stands back up, flowed by light, standing proudly on a stage he was born to control and command.

He'll make you an example.

He'll elevate your execution to an art form.

He'll put an end to your reign of terror over his so dear family.

It is his role.

His duty.

To protect his kin.

Soon he'll dig his teeth in your flesh for one last time.

One delicious last time…

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OW!MC who is analytical throughout their day and only eases up in private. They are very sure of their intuition and their boundaries -- they're normally very tired and not willing to deal with bullshit outside of work. OW!MC rarely gets time off so they are meticulous with their time afterwork and what they do. OW!MC visits the circus one day just out of curiousity and goes into Jester's tent for his show where after Jester tries to hand them his ticket. OW!MC who declines another ticket from Jester because -- "I already went. Thanks though." which ticks off Jester enough to keep trying (Talk about an ego issue). He doesn't normally leave the circus but now, when he does? You're his target to search for if he can. He doesn't direct ALL his attention to finding you -- but he won't give up the chance to offer a ticket if he does see you again.

OW!MC starts running into Jester more often outside the circus -- the casual spots they visit, most commonly the coffeeshop they stop by in the morning and afternoon. Jester went at first to check on Pierrot and Harlequin's object of interest and just to happened to run into you there. Now he visits more often on the chance he does see you again -- "Good morning, my dear. Are you getting the same as usual?" "Good morning, Jester. Of course." "Would you like a ticket to go with it?" <MC already walking away with their drink> MC is not sure how Jester knows where they will be but it is entertaining as Jester is pretty and he seems harmless -- a bit insistent on getting them to take the ticket and his glowing eyes are very hypnotizing but harmless none the less. Jester, on the other hand, was amused now. After a while, would to have started enjoying the game of cat and mouse with you. The hunt to find them in the area when he has the free time to is.. entertaining to him. Primal instinct of chase kicking in -- something he long has not had in a while. Jester has attempted to use his hypnotism but MC refuses to look at him long enough in the eyes to really make it work -- another irritating factor of this human. Why won't you look at him? Maybe he should offer you a snack from the circus to ease you up. But you are too untrustworthy of HIM to even accept a ticket. Next time Jester sees MC, they are at the circus with their friends and there he sees another side of them. One that is laughing and smiling and enjoying their time at his circus. Jester finds it endearing you brought more customers in simply from his precense (he thinks so at least..) -- though his ego is bruised as you did not use his ticket color but bought one. He wouldn't approach right away but if he can catch MC alone, he will interrogate them. "Are you enjoying yourself, visitor?" "Of course, I would like to get a candy apple before I leave." "Hhmm.. if I knew you were coming I'd have given you my special ticket." "It was a spur of the moment idea for my friends." "Will you be staying late?" "No." "Would you like my ticket?" That makes MC give him the same expression he had come to enjoy much so -- the look of disdain at his pushiness before easing up. They would simply sigh and hold their hand out. Jester's grin widens as he places his purple ticket in their hand -- "I hope to see you soon, dear visitor."