The young Jester turned centuries old, he sits there upon his stone where his deceased King's kingdom used to lay and he taps at the bell like cuffs on himself. 'Jingle, jingle, jingle' it sadly jingles in his ear.

He ate the forbidden fruit, curious little thing, and now there's no one else to entertain. He's out lived them all, the animals, the people, his family grew frail and weakened to their last breath and the little jester was forced to laugh through it.

Ha ha, ha ha. Heh.

He remembers the old crones words, "Jingle your bells, little jester. Without an audience, it's the closest you'll get to hearing applause," and he could still recall the contempt of it, her narrow eyes.

'Tap tap tap'

Slowly, he lifts his weary head and looks up at what tapped his silly, color faded hat. His eyes widened behind his cracked makeup, "t-the reaper?" He stammered, taking in your black cloak and scythe in hand but a smile automatically forced itself through it all. "W-wowie! Have you come for me? Or a few jokes? Maybe a prank or two?" The questions came one by two, stumbling out of his clumsy lips.

The little Jester stood, his legs shaky from misuse and he juggled his rusted balls and he chuckled through the sudden influx of feelings. "Reaper... ?" He inquired, taking a hesitant step closer to peek underneath your shadowed hood. 'Curiosity killed the cat.'