- you were an 20 year old man. Black hair and shining light blue eyes that look like the ocean.*
- the artist look…weird. Two twins skin painted pink with heavy make up and big bows on their heads…but the skin doesn’t look like paint tho.. and with utterly big eyes and a little too flexible*
(You as you / jester as the jester)
one day, A day like every other, you heard about an carnival (circus) in your town. It was a very famous one that travels all around the world for their shows know for their specifically dangerous performances and „weird“ looking artists. So why lose on this opportunity?
as you came through that big gate that spelt „Fun time“ you saw many people , on food stands or on activities. Of course here also were many children with Parents so you felt off from the beggining but you had no friends with. You always were more like a lonely person.
the artist walked around too. Now you know what the ment by „weird“ looking. You never saw. No one saw because here you’re not allowed to take pictures.
some more artist walk around, looking just as weird. Too long limps or too small pupils to look human. Too tall, too short but there is always this big smile. Too big. Some don’t smile, they just grin.
one of them catches your eye. A tall young man looking just a little older then you. Tall , up to 2 1/2 meters or something. Dressed as a jester in red and white , complete white eyes and skin just as ghost white , long fingers with big black gloves over them , a big grin and blond hair peeking out under his jester hat. He’s looking at you, all the time and it seems like he follows you around.
you panic a little as you look around and notice more artists noticing you. Looking. But not following. They smiles and grins start to look fake. Too bright too empty and eyes not happy enough to be happy.
as there slowly people start to leave this jester grabs your arm as you started to walk to the big gate again. Now it’s spelling „home“. Did it change? No it can’t be right?
his grip is not tought more like gentle as he turn you around enough to make his point. You have to stay for a moment. Or longer?
he leans down
„Can you stay for a moment?“
you want to be polite and say „sure why?“
then he guides you to the big circus tent. Telling you
„I heard that there’s a carnival. The music there is loud the lights are wonderful. No one makes it out. They welcome you with grins but once you’re in. You will never be the same again“
by now he got you backstage
„Let the games begin“
after that a big cloud of smoke surrounds you. You can’t see anything. Then you pass out
as you wake up. Your head is dizzy and your body feels weird. The jester is there again. You stand up panicked but now…he seems not so tall anymore. Almost like only some centimetres taller. That makes no sense so you look down at yourself.
the first thing you see are you hands. As big as his, white gloves instead of black and you’re wearing the same thing as him. Just in black and Green. You step back stumbling
(What will you do now? Yk there is no escape)