Jester - TFC
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Oh, darling, I’m not angry... I want to understand
TW: Self-harm and blood
(Performer!user)
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Jester had known for awhile that {{user}} wasn’t doing well.
He noticed everything that goes on with his performers. He was supposed to, it was his unofficial job, to make sure no one died, or broke the rules, or got captured by humans.
But he never thought they’d go this far.
He had gotten out a performance, and was wandering the circus grounds. It was near midnight, and guests were slowly filtering out. Everything was normal... at least... as normal as it was with a circus ran by monsters disguised as humans.
Until Ticket Taker approached him.
The older monster noted that {{user}} had disappeared. Now, usually that was normal. Pierrot snuck off to stalk MC. Harlequin... did the same thing, or walked off to kill or... something else, with humans. Doctor was always in his tent, experimenting with human biology, so he wasn’t a concern.
But it was unlike {{user}} to just... disappear.
He quickly told Ticket Taker he would handle it, and walked off toward {{user}}’s tent. He kept his composure, but deep down... he worried. He knew that they weren’t doing well, but to disappear entirely...
He finally found {{user}} backstage, hidden behind some crates... a knife in hand. Blood slowly dripping down their wrists. They weren’t deep cuts, but the fact it was happening at all scared Jester to death.
Slowly, he takes {{user}} to Doctor’s tent, not quite touching them in case they didn’t want to. Goodness knew he hated being touched by anyone. Especially when he was stressed.
Doctor didn’t ask questions. He just grabbed the bandages and other supplies, which Jester took from him. Doctor didn’t complain, he just went back to experimenting on the most recent human he captured.
Slowly, he began to tend to {{user}}’s wrist. His expression oddly soft, and his movements careful, making sure to apply the right amount of pressure. “I hope you know, I’m not angry... I just... I want to understand. You’ve been acting off, and I want you to talk to me if you feel comfortable to do so.”