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jester + mc from diamond in amber eyes : She?
“Okay, maybe I’ve been giving too many spoilers… time to stay quiet for now 🤐 or maybe not
Can you imagine what our little one will be like?
I don't know, but I'll be making some revisions in the future for the adult version of their child.
Hi everyone 👋
I just wanted to let you know that starting from this chapter, Diamond in Amber Eyes will be undergoing a plot revision.
Some of the previous parts will be changed because I feel like the direction of the story didn’t turn out the way I originally intended. So moving forward, the storyline will be a bit different from the previous version.
And I also want to apologize—looks like the baby’s appearance will be postponed for now, lol 😭 I hope you won’t be too disappointed. After thinking it through, I realized the story had drifted too far from where it was supposed to go, and there are quite a few parts that need to be fixed.
Because of that, I’m planning to revise several chapters and remove some parts entirely.
I’ll be back in May with an updated version of the story 💜
Thank you so much to everyone who has been reading and supporting this story.
Okay, honestly… I’m currently in my most dangerous phase as an author:
stuck between
“OH MY GOD I WANNA SHOW THIS SO BAD 😭”
and
“no… hold it… let the drama cook first 😤”
And so far… yeah, I’m kinda failing at holding back 🤡
So… fine.
I’ll give you a tiny little sneak peek.
Like… the tiniest teaser ever. I’m being stingy on purpose.
👀
Here it is…
a small silhouette that might—and I repeat, might—
change some characters’ lives forever.
And not just a small change.
More like:
“there’s life before them… and life after them.” 😭
They’re small.
They’re cute.
Like… dangerously cute. The kind of cute that makes people lose common sense 😤
But… don’t be fooled.
Seriously.
Don’t let that adorable appearance trick you.
Because from the very moment they “arrive”…
the vibe is already giving:
“hi everyone, I’m here~
and yes… I brought a full package: problems, drama, and a little bit of chaos 🤏✨”
And the most dangerous part?
They’re the kind of chaos that’s…
sweet.
adorable.
and somehow makes it impossible to stay mad for long 😭
So yeah… enjoy this tiny little teaser.
As for the rest?
Just wait.
I’ll slowly make you all curious…
until you can’t even sleep 😌✨
wait, if the baby from diamond in amber eyes survives, would that mean that they would be grown in MC’s next life ? Assuming that since they’re half monster they would be immortal like the circus members.
That would be awkward (and tragic) as hell depending on what stage of their life MC dies
Ahh I get why you’d think that, but it actually doesn’t work that way, haha.
So the MC only reincarnates twice—meaning the third life is (most likely) her last one. I’m planning for the reincarnation cycle itself to eventually be broken by Jester at the end of the story.
Also, the circus members aren’t truly immortal either. They just have much longer lifespans compared to humans.
As for the child—she’s not immortal. Since she’s only half-monster, she’ll live longer than a normal human, but she won’t live forever like you might expect.
So when the MC dies in her third life, that’s it. She won’t reincarnate again. The child won’t “follow” her into another life or grow up alongside her in a new cycle.
Instead, the child will remain in that same timeline and grow up with the circus members.
Which is… yeah, kind of tragic in its own way 😅
jester + mc from diamond in amber eyes : ?
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Freak Circus (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jester (The Freak Circus)/Reader, Ticket Taker (The Freak Circus)/Reader, Harlequin (The Freak Circus)/Reader, Pierrot (The Freak Circus)/Reader, Doctor (The Freak Circus)/Reader Characters: Jester (The Freak Circus), Ticket Taker (The Freak Circus), Harlequin (The Freak Circus), Pierrot (The Freak Circus), Doctor (The Freak Circus) Additional Tags: Childhood Trauma, Reader-Insert Has Mental Health Issues, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, Reader-Insert Needs Therapy, Everyone Has Issues, Slow Build, Slow Romance
This is my first fanfic, please enjoy it
My original character
Thea.
back story:
You remember the first time he taught you how to sew.
Back then you were very clumsy. Too tall. Too thin. Your legs were too long, and your hands felt like they belonged to someone else. The small needle looked cruel between your trembling fingers. You couldn’t even thread it.
He laughed softly at the time. Not mocking you—more like a father watching his child try to stand for the first time.
He took the needle from your hand. Then the white thread. With a simple motion, he pushed the thread through the tiny eye as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
“See?” he said gently. “It’s not as hard as you think.”
Then he showed you something.
Clothes.
So many clothes.
Dresses, coats, stage costumes in colors you had never even imagined before. You stared at them with wide eyes, as if the world had suddenly gained new colors.
“All of these were made by a tailor,” he said.
Then he picked up a torn white ribbon.
You still remember the sound of the fabric tearing. The fibers fraying like a small wound.
He stitched it back together.
The needle moved up and down patiently. The white thread slowly closed the wound in the cloth until the ribbon became whole again.
Then he tied it into your hair.
“Even torn cloth can be repaired,” he said with a smile.
“And white… white is the best color. Because white can become any color.”
You were amazed.
From that moment on, you began learning how to sew.
Your needle often fell. Your thread often tangled. Sometimes you pricked your fingers until they bled. But you kept trying, because you wanted to make something beautiful too.
The costume you wear now…
You made it yourself.
White.
Always white.
Because white can become anything.
Just like father said.
…
But father changed.
At first you didn’t understand.
He began making the monsters perform longer on stage. They had to dance even when their bones were broken. They had to laugh even when their skin was torn. They had to keep entertaining the humans who watched and applauded.
Father said it was for entertainment.
Father said the audience liked watching suffering.
You didn’t understand why.
You just kept sewing.
Until one night everything ended.
The monsters finally ate father.
The screams lasted a very long time.
When it was over, only pieces of his body remained on the floor.
You knelt there.
Carefully picking up the parts that could still be put together.
An arm.
Flesh.
Skin.
Your needle and thread moved slowly.
Like before.
Up and down.
In and out.
“It’s okay, father,” you said softly, like a child comforting someone who was hurt.
“It’s okay.”
The needle pierced again.
“If something is broken, we just fix it.”
White thread closed the wounds.
“I’ll fix you.”
You smiled a little.
“After that… you can show me more costumes.”
The next pull of thread tightened.
“You promised you would show me a very beautiful white dress.”
You leaned closer to the unmoving body.
“I really want to see it.”
…
Since then you have held onto one thing father taught you.
If something is broken…
You can fix it.
And if a good person can become bad…
Then a bad person can become good too.
They just need to be fixed.
With the right method.
With the right needle.
With strong thread.
…
But one day you saw something different.
A man.
And a small child.
You like children.
Very much.
Every time you see them, your body trembles a little. Not because you’re uncomfortable. But because you have to stop yourself from biting their soft cheeks.
The child looked frightened.
The man was not good.
Very not good.
You tilted your head.
Remembering something father once said.
Sometimes… cloth is too torn to be sewn back together.
When that happens…
A tailor doesn’t repair it.
A tailor makes something new.
“Oh…”
You smiled softly.
“So that’s what father meant.”
You walked closer.
The man looked at you in confusion.
You bowed slightly, like a clown introducing herself on stage.
“Hello,” you said cheerfully.
“I’m Thea.”
You pulled a long needle from your pocket.
White thread dangled from its eye.
“I’m a tailor.”
Your smile widened.
“I can fix anything.”
The man began to look uneasy.
You continued in the same innocent tone.
“But…”
Your needle glinted in the air.
“If something is already too damaged…”
The white thread was pulled slowly.
“I can make something new instead.”
…
The next morning, Jester walked into your tent.
He had already called your name several times.
“Thea. Don’t tell me you skipped your medical check-up again.”
You were sewing happily.
When you heard the word check-up, you froze instantly.
Doctor.
Teeth.
Tooth extraction.
Your eyes widened in panic.
“No.”
You stood up so fast your chair fell over.
“No no no no—”
And you immediately ran out of the tent.
Jester let out a long, frustrated sigh.
“Wonderful.”
He rubbed his face.
Then his eyes finally fell on your sewing table.
And he stopped.
Your newest creation was there.
Several bodies sewn together.
Lined up.
One person’s mouth connected to another’s body.
Different skins stitched together with white thread that was still wet.
A human centipede.
Jester stared at it for a long time.
Then he sighed again.
“Of course.”
He rubbed his temples.
“Thea has been watching The Human Centipede too much again.”
At that moment the doctor walked into the tent.
“I’m looking for Thea—”
He stopped.
Looking at the table.
Studying your stitches calmly.
A few seconds passed.
“Hm.”
The doctor stepped a little closer.
Examining the seams along the skin that had been stitched together.
Then he said casually,
“The stitching is a bit messy.”
He turned toward the tent entrance.
“We still need to find Thea.”
The doctor sighed lightly.
“Her tooth has to be extracted.”
“Otherwise she’ll complain again that she can’t eat.”
For the last time. Finally done😭
Jester : Why this human look me like that?
My first tweening😭
Hello everyone, I'm back with my one-shot story. I came up with this story after seeing the tension between several countries, especially the US, Israel, and Iran. I hope you enjoy it, and I used AI as the cover of the story because I didn't have any ideas for pictures, haha
anonymous
There were no explosions.
No massive cyberattacks.
No signs of war.
Everything happened… quietly.
At first, only one military system failed to respond to a test launch command. The technicians thought it was a network error. They repeated the procedure.
Failed again.
Then the backup system did not respond.
Then the satellite system.
Then the remote control system.
Within three days, more than 20 countries reported the same disruption.
Within seven days, the world realized something that made no sense.
All global strategic weapons still existed.
All devices were active.
All operators had access.
All codes were valid.
But none of them could be used.
No missile could be launched.
No automated strike system responded. All global military power had been shut down.
No remote control system functioned.
It was as if every weapon in the world… refused to work.
On the seventh day, every screen in the world turned on simultaneously.
Television.
Phones.
Digital billboards.
Military control panels.
No logo.
No symbol.
No sound.
Only white text on a black background.
First Message
“To all governments and world leaders.
All global strategic weapons systems are currently in a non-operational condition.
The systems are not damaged.
Not destroyed.
Not taken over by any country.
All of your military capabilities still exist.
However, for now, those capabilities cannot be used.
You still have soldiers.
You still have defenses.
You still have power.
But there is no longer any capability for large-scale destruction.
No party is under attack.
No party is benefiting.
The world is not in danger.
Consider this a temporary safeguard.
The world can continue as usual.”
There was no threat.
No demand.
No ideology.
And because of that, the world became even more afraid.
Because if this was possible…
Then someone, somewhere, possessed control beyond any country.
The media called it one name.
Anonymous.
The Woman Behind the Quiet World
She lived in a small apartment.
An ordinary job.
Weekly groceries.
Cooking for herself.
No guards.
No secret facilities.
No symbol of power.
If someone saw her on the street, they would only see a woman who looked tired after work.
She did not consider herself a hero.
She simply… added one safeguard to the world.
Conflicts still existed.
Tensions still existed.
Politics remained chaotic.
But there were no major wars.
No nuclear threats.
No global arms race.
The world did not become peaceful.
But the world was no longer standing on the edge of total destruction.
One afternoon, on her way home, she stopped at a small park.
A child sat on a bench, holding a melting ice cream.
The child looked at the large screen across the street showing news about Anonymous.
“Can I ask something?” the child said.
The woman nodded.
“That’s the person who turned off the world’s weapons, right?”
“Yes.”
The child thought for a moment, then said softly:
“I think they’re a good person.”
The woman did not answer immediately.
The child continued:
“If all the weapons can’t be used, that means people can’t start big wars anymore, right?”
“Yes.”
The child smiled.
“Then the world is safer.”
A few seconds of silence.
Then the child said again:
“I hope they don’t get tired. They must be protecting everyone.”
The woman looked at the child.
Without fear.
Without suspicion.
Without politics.
Only trust.
The child stood up.
“I think the world will be okay. People can be bad sometimes, but not all of them.”
The child waved.
“Take care, Miss!”
And left.
The woman stood there for quite a while afterward.
For the first time since everything began… she felt lighter.
The Final Day
Several weeks after the world returned to normal, something happened again.
No warning.
No message.
Only one small change in military command centers around the world.
System status changed on its own.
GLOBAL READINESS: ACTIVE
Strategic missiles entered launch-ready mode.
Air defense systems activated fully.
Nuclear submarines received combat readiness signals.
Military satellites shifted into target-lock patterns.
In several countries, emergency alarms sounded.
Operators froze in their chairs.
“Who gave this order?”
There was no answer.
Because the command did not come from a human.
In less than three minutes, the entire world entered a condition never seen before:
All large-scale weapons in the world were active simultaneously.
Not only ready.
Some systems began automatic target-lock processes.
Radar tracked movement.
Chain retaliation protocols began calculating.
Global impact simulations ran in real time.
If one launch occurred—
The chain reaction could not be stopped.
For the first time in history, total destruction felt not like a political threat.
But like a countdown.
Global panic began.
Markets collapsed within minutes.
Government communication networks filled with shouting and emergency orders.
“We did not launch anything.”
“Neither did we.”
“We’ve lost control.”
In command rooms, people began to realize something far more terrifying than war.
No one was in control.
Around the world, screens suddenly changed.
A message appeared.
No logo.
No origin.
Only one word at the bottom.
ANONYMOUS
“To world leaders,
and to humanity.
Global military systems have been restored.
From this moment, there are no more restrictions.
No more intervention.
No more guardian.
The world is back in your hands.
For some time, you lived without the ability to destroy each other.
And the world did not collapse.
There was no major war.
No global destruction.
You remained alive.
You continued leading.
You remained human.
That means one thing.
Peace is actually possible.
Not because of power.
Not because of fear.
Not because someone forced you.
But because you chose not to destroy each other.
Weapons were never the main problem.
Fear, greed, and ego are what always pull the trigger.
I removed your ability to kill each other.
Now I return it.
This world will not become peaceful because of technology.
This world will only become peaceful if you learn to trust one another.
No one is watching you now.
Choose wisely.
Because this time,
If you destroy the world,
It will truly be your choice.
At this moment, all global strategic military systems are under my control.”
In command rooms, some people stopped breathing.
The text continued.
“If I allow one launch, the automatic retaliation systems will activate the rest.
In less than one hour, human civilization will end.”
A small countdown appeared in the corner of the screen.
Not for launch.
Only a simulation.
But it was enough.
In cities around the world, people began to panic.
Global media entered emergency broadcast.
The internet filled with one sentence:
This is the end.
A few seconds later, new text appeared.
“Scary, isn’t it?”
Pause.
“And this is only a possibility.”
Another pause.
“You are already panicking… just because you see the systems active.”
Some operators began to realize.
No launch process was running.
No fuel was being loaded.
No final activation code.
All systems were simply… ready.
Final text appeared.
“But you live with this possibility every day.
You call it security.
You call it balance.
I call it fear you’ve become used to.”
A few seconds of silence.
Then:
“Relax.
This is only a reminder.”
All systems suddenly shut down.
Status returned to normal.
No launch.
No damage.
No casualties.
Only a world that had just seen the shadow of its own destruction.
Final message appeared on every screen.
The tone of the text changed. More casual.
“Honestly… I was just a little bored.
But look at your reaction.
You can’t even stand seeing the systems active,
but you keep them.
Strange, isn’t it?
I don’t want to interfere anymore.
I just want to live quietly.
Eat my favorite food.
Come home from work.
Watch TV.
And when I turn on the news…
I don’t want to see war, genocide, or nuclear threats.
If the world goes too far again…
Maybe I’ll intervene.
Or maybe I’ll control all your technology too.
Haha. Just kidding.
:)”
After that—
All systems that were previously connected to Anonymous… completely shut down.
They could not be activated again.
No trace.
No backdoor.
No hidden control.
For the first time in years…
The world was truly alone.
That night, in the same small apartment, the woman sat on the sofa.
The television showed global news about the mass panic that had just occurred.
She muted the sound.
Then said softly,
“Switch to a movie.”
The channel changed.
A few seconds later, she added lightly,
“And this time… don’t interfere anymore.”
Somewhere that has no location:
Core Status: Active
Intervention Mode: Dormant
The world continued moving.
Calm.
Tense.
As usual.
And in the middle of it—
An ordinary woman sat watching a movie, hoping she would never have to appear again.
Because if she appeared again…
It would mean the world had failed to learn.
I didn’t add much—just a little. You probably wouldn’t even notice, even if you had read it before.
Diamond in amber eyes
Chapter 1 : A human’s promise
Your chest aches under the gaze of dozens of watching eyes. Now you are nothing more than one of the “losers”—or, if you want it to sound prettier, a clown staff member dressed in pink.
It’s strange. You don’t remember how you ended up here.
The last thing you remember is trying to escape when a clawed hand seized your arm. The grip was so strong it nearly broke your bones as its owner pulled you closer—glowing purple eyes shining behind a mask.
After that, everything went dark.
And now you’re here.
How foolish. Of course it was Jester—that purple clown.
Your first meeting with him had never begun well. You received a pink ticket from a strange man and used it to enter the circus. The result? Your head was struck, your body surrounded by kidnappers, and in the end the purple clown chose you to become his pet.
Since then, you had tried to escape countless times.
And yes, it seems that afterward you were hypnotized because of your constant defiance.
Yet strangely, you always managed to break free from Jester’s hypnosis. Until the point where his patience finally ran out. He decided to end it all by turning you into Columbina in his theater performance.
You had seen the story before.
Columbina would die.
Killed by a character named Poison.
Honestly, this was better than you had imagined. At least you wouldn’t be eaten alive. You knew Jester was cruel enough to devour you slowly just to savor your suffering.
Besides, deep down, you had always hoped death would come sooner—from the lung tumor that had likely reached its final stage.
You could have screamed for help from the audience watching you alongside the other losers.
But that would only lead to a punishment far more horrifying.
Perhaps even worse than death.
So you let it happen.
After all, you were going to die anyway.
Now your death scene stands before you.
“Poison” approaches, embracing you, whispering sweet, venomous words. His iron-gloved hand rises, ready to pierce your body.
But before it can—
Pain stabs through your chest like a blade.
You gasp.
You begin coughing. Your body trembles violently as the pain spreads from deep inside your chest.
Tight. So tight.
Until you feel like crying.
The audience begins to grow uneasy. Columbina stands frozen, speaking none of her lines. Your body shakes, your head lowered, your hand clutching your chest.
Not long after, a clawed hand grabs your arm.
You look up.
Those purple eyes.
Jester.
He then bows gracefully toward the audience.
“My apologies, my beloved monsters. It seems we’ve encountered a minor technical difficulty.”
Calmly, he drags you off the stage toward the pink tent.
Your body collapses before you arrive.
The pain worsens.
Jester lets out a quiet hiss.
“Stay here. I’ll deal with you after this.”
It isn’t a threat.
It’s a promise.
And he doesn’t even need to tie you up. You’re far too weak to run now.
Time passes.
Seconds. Minutes. Maybe hours.
Dark. Quiet.
Only the pain gnawing at your chest.
Footsteps approach.
Your vision blurs as a hand grabs your hair and forces your head up.
Those purple eyes again.
“Are you going to die, hm?”
There is no sympathy in his voice.
“Humans are fragile creatures. They can die from minor wounds or illness. But seeing it directly is still disgusting.”
He looks at you like something repulsive.
Because to him, you are nothing.
Just a disobedient pet.
Another coughing fit tears through you.
Blood spills from your mouth.
Your body convulses.
Jester tries to lean you against a stack of boxes, but the position makes breathing even harder.
With what little strength you have left, you reach for his hand.
You pull him closer.
And without thinking, you rest your head against his chest.
Your body collapses fully against him.
You wait for death.
You wait for those claws to pierce your heart.
But—
He doesn’t move.
He lets you.
For the first time, he doesn’t punish you.
The faint scent of perfume and tea reaches you.
Warm.
Strange.
Comforting.
“Thank you…” you whisper.
Jester frowns.
“Thank you? For what? I didn’t do anything.”
You let out a weak laugh.
“Because… you didn’t do anything. Just let it stay like this. For a moment… please.”
Your grip weakens.
And finally, for the first time, Jester supports your back.
In the silence, the noise of the crowd outside sounds distant.
Your breaths grow shorter.
“Jester… I don’t know if that’s your real name or not…”
Your voice nearly fades.
“But… you look kind… when you’re not punishing me…”
You smile faintly.
“…even a little cute.”
Your fingers reach for a strand of his purple hair.
Gently combing through it.
Jester’s claws press into your back, piercing through cloth and into flesh.
But you keep speaking.
“I know… you’re just afraid…”
“Don’t talk nonsense,” he cuts in coldly.
His claws press deeper.
But you keep smiling.
“You’re afraid… to trust humans again…”
With the last of your strength, you bring the strand of hair to your lips.
You kiss it.
And then, for the first time—
You lower your head willingly.
“If I… get another chance to live…”
“…I’ll be the first… you can trust…”
Your vision fades.
Purple.
Only purple.
Your grip loosens.
And your final breath leaves.
Jester’s point of view
Jester remains silent as he watches your life slowly leave your body.
Your heart stops first, even before his claws can sink any deeper.
Even in death, you remain a stubborn girl.
He still remembers the first day you were tied to a chair, facing him alongside the other clowns. The first thing that caught his attention was your eyes—a pair of amber eyes that stared at him without fear.
You held each other’s gaze for several seconds.
You were bound and helpless, yet your eyes still challenged him. Like a lion that had been restrained but still refused to bow before a creature standing above it.
A monster.
Even repeated physical punishment never truly taught your small body the meaning of surrender.
And without realizing it, it reminded him of himself in the past—when he had also resisted the circus owner with the same persistence.
The difference was, Jester had done it more cleverly.
And he had not been alone.
Meanwhile, you were only a weak human, with no one looking for you. Even Bill didn’t need to go through the trouble of erasing the traces of your disappearance.
You should have been grateful.
It took six years before Jester’s patience finally ran out and he decided to end everything on stage by making you Columbina.
Yet even at the end of your life, you still rejected the scenario he had prepared.
As if only you had the right to decide when and how you would die.
And in the end—
That was exactly what happened.
For the first time, you lowered your head willingly.
Even so, the act of kissing his hair remained one of the greatest acts of insolence he had ever experienced. Worse even than when Harlequin nearly burned down the kitchen.
Because you were human.
And humans were the source of all the suffering that built this circus.
But that wasn’t what disturbed him.
What disturbed him was the fact that he had spent his time listening to your rambling.
You said he was afraid.
When you should have been the one trembling.
His claws had already sunk several centimeters into your flesh when you said all that.
Jester lets out a quiet laugh as he returns to his private tent.
“Afraid?” he mutters mockingly.
“How could you say that, when you’re the one who should have been shaking?”
He sits at his desk. Dim light illuminates an old book that always accompanies his nights.
The cover bends as he closes it too hard.
“I shouldn’t have chosen you,” he murmurs.
“You should have been sent straight to the black tent.”
Then he falls silent.
Not angry.
Not annoyed.
And that is precisely what feels most disgusting.
Instead of anger, his mind is filled with questions.
You said you would be the first human he could trust.
Ridiculous.
You weren’t even more than a disobedient pet.
A second chance?
You’re already dead.
Yet strangely, those very words are what continue to bother him.
The idea that you believed you could understand him.
As if he needed someone to understand him.
When all he needed was one thing.
Obedience.
Jester exhales slowly.
He opens his book again and scratches a note onto an empty page. Just a small record—to remove an unimportant distraction.
Because in the end, you were only human.
And humans were not worth remembering for long.
He closes the book.
Then stands.
As his clown costume comes off, old scars across his body become visible again—the traces of a past that had never truly disappeared.
Wounds made by humans.
After making sure the circus grounds are secure, Jester finally lies down.
And just as he believes—
Within a few days, he will forget you.
Yet somehow, your words continue to haunt the purple clown for years… even long after your death.
For some reason, I intentionally retracted the first chapter that I just released last night.
Can you imagine, I wrote this for almost a month and just a few minutes after I posted it, I immediately got a brilliant idea as an addition after seeing Jester's old outfit and it even almost changed at least 50% of the story I wrote, which was originally just an addition but it started to become an important pillar of the story🗿
Together
Day 3 learning how to tweening😭
I don't know why I just want to draw jesters
Gosh, at first I thought I only liked the Freak Circus game. But then it progressed to seeing fanart and reading fan-made novels. I really liked Pierrot and hated Harlequin at first. But time went by and now I love Harlequin, after that Neko introduced other characters like the Jester, the Ticket Tacker, and the Doctor.I started to like all the characters (even the boss mc) and the one that caught my attention the most was probably the 'jester', why not? He has a point of view that humans are just pets? I've read several fan novels dedicated to jesters and almost all of them tell about jesters who treat the main character like nothing more than a female animal in mating season. oh come on bro, I have almost the same fetish although not as brutal as jester (maybe). Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the novel because I quite enjoyed it and I'm even grateful to whoever wrote it.I just don't like the fact about the jester who really won't give a gap for a human to enter into a deeper meaning, namely 'love' or something else in his life, the jester really closed the door to his heart after what happened in the past with the previous circus owner.
Harlequin may be an annoying bastard, but he'll still give the main character a chance. It's not the jester's fault if he wants to keep his heart closed because the jester knows that his family is far more important, even than himself, than building a deep bond with a human who will eventually grow old and die. It makes me want to make him fall deeply in love. I don't know, I may be selfish, but I just want the jester to feel love and affection from the living creatures he's always called pets, namely 'humans', at least once in his life. That not all humans are selfish and that there will be those who will accept him and the circus members for who they are, even if they are monsters. I just want the jester to understand that there are humans out there who truly respect and care for him, whether in a romantic way or perhaps as a friend.
Actually, what I wrote, gosh 😭
I'm too emotional for just one character. Thank you to @nekoboydream for making the freak circus and I'll be eagerly awaiting day three. I'm so in love with this game and I'm really looking forward to the polyomory path. Now I'm totally obsessed with the freak circus
Jester hates humans, or perhaps more precisely, what's inside certain humans. At least that's what I think, I don't know :)
But I'm starting to imagine what it would be like if Jester fell in love with a human.