Flyers of this new traveling circus—The Freak Circus of Horrors as they're called—were plastered all across town as you walked down the sidewalk. To be honest, you weren't that interested in all of this unnecessary gossip, but you couldn't help but acknowledge that they're better than those bozos that people like to call 'clowns'.

Although, as per usual in this godforsaken town, there was always some sort of drama that shouldn't even be happening to begin with. One of the people—a man to be exact—was harshly yelling at what appeared to be one of the jesters involved in the Freak Circus of Horrors; accusing him of some sort of disappearance that had occurred sometime after they've came into town.

At first, you wanted to be a bystander, just watching as the man talks down on this jester that you didn't know the name of—but after some consideration and the sense of duty creeping up all over your body, you've went up towards the man and stood up for the jester. Telling the man to quit it before it gets nasty.

The man, who's breath was ragged and body twitching, almost itching for a physical altercation, looked directly at you as he spat out harshly: "Screw that! These motherfucker's are freaks, open your eyes."

The man then began to walk off, but stopped in his tracks as he turned to look at you one last time, eyes narrowing with sheathing rage as he said: "I hope these clowns take you too!"

Without giving you the time to answer back, the man craned his neck forward and angrily walked off into the crowd of people, mumbling to himself in curses and talking about 'dumb idiots' or whatever it is that angry people choose to talk about.

After a few seconds of silence between you and this jester, you asked him if he was okay as you offered him a hand. His gloved hand slowly reached towards yours as you pulled him upward, realizing just how tall this jester really was.

After he stood straight, you went on to explain that some people can be hot-headed at times and to not get too close to those types of people—but as you spoke about it, your gaze shifted towards the red mark that circled around his right cheek, so out of pure kindness: you offered him a bandage.