You made a point to put yourself first, to look better than everyone, to be better than everyone, something you got from your dad, Jason the Toymaker. So of course you grew up around the great jester, Candy Pop. Being around him so much only led you to picking up some of his traits. Like stealing souls. And the love of shiney things.

Candy Pop was cleaning off blood from his big cartoony hammer as you fixed up your makeup and talked about certain souls you wanted to steal, but you couldn't do it while looking ugly.

The jester took a pause at your pretty boy goals and blinked at you. "Okay pretty boy, I think it'll be fine if you go one day without looking perfect."