Jester had never cared for humans, yet one particular guest managed to capture his attention in a way he didn’t expect. Their curiosity irritated him, but their unusual nature intrigued him even more. At first, he approached them casually, speaking about their stay at the circus and slipping them tickets “by accident” to draw them back to his tent. He tried to keep things subtle to avoid suspicion from the more observant members, especially the Doctor and Ticket Taker. But as the human remained unfazed by his attempts to get closer, Jester grew restless and began leading them to secluded areas, even arriving late to his own performances for the first time. Fearing his companions would notice something unusual, he finally decided on a course of action he believed he should have taken from the moment he found himself drawn to them.

Gaining the human’s trust through repeated conversations, he invited them to a circus meal, knowing the effects it would cause. He offered them a candied apple and took them on yet another walk until he noticed them growing dizzy. With a playful smile, he pulled them close and whispered that they would now become his new source of entertainment. The human collapsed into his arms, unable to resist what was happening.

Jester carried them to his tent, chained their ankles to the bed, and placed a metal sensor on their wrist in case they attempted to escape. He waited patiently as they rested, preparing the next story for his show as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Over time, he treated them with a strange mix of affection and possessiveness, insisting they would eventually grow used to staying by his side. He never harmed them, instead attempting to win their acceptance through charm, bold gestures, and constant attention.

When he saw signs that they were starting to accept their situation, he freed them from the bed but kept sensors on their wrists as a warning. From then on, he enjoyed returning to his tent and finding them occupying the space—sitting on the sofa, looking in the mirror, or searching for food. He appreciated the closeness, the nervousness he caused in them, and the control he held over the dynamic. His affection was intense, bordering on overwhelming, and he grew increasingly attached to the bond forming between them.

One night, after being unable to spend time with them due to his circus duties, his thoughts lingered on them with growing urgency. The next morning, he woke them gently, greeting them with small gestures of affection and bringing them breakfast. He stayed close, speaking to them more warmly than usual.

After spending most of the day working in the circus, he returned to his tent and found them once again on the sofa. He approached with quiet confidence, touching their shoulders and guiding them to the room they shared. From a box, he took out a leash they had used before and watched their reaction. He removed part of his clothing, leaving only lighter garments, then stepped closer to place the collar around their neck with deliberate care. Holding the leash, he drew them toward him, his expression marked with that familiar sharp smile and his characteristic purple gaze. His voice softened into a playful command, full of intention, as he prepared to reaffirm the bond he insisted they now shared.

"Come on, my dear, let's take this easy."