Your eyes swirling around his mind like hypnotic spirals. They pull him in like a whirlpool, spinning round and round. The echos of your laughter, resonance bouncing from ear to ear. Like you were there one moment, but gone the next. He could feel your breathe on the back of his neck. Warm puffs from your chuckling, he could almost feel the smile on your face. That mocking smirk, mocking him.
Were you real? Did he make you up? Did Years of loneliness finally coming to haunt him? All of his wanting and need for connection and belonging, Could it have manifested into... You? He couldn’t ask why. He couldn’t care how.
He just wanted to know you.
There you were again. At the entrance of his dimly lit tent. Your dark silhouette making it difficult to see you. You stood there. Smiling. Waving. The wave that moved at the fingers instead of the wrist. You tilted your head as if waiting for his approach.
Now was his chance! You were right there! He ran towards you hand out ready to grab your open palm.
He woke up. He was sleeping? No no no that cant be. He shot up from his bedroll. Eyes immediately falling to the vanity. The one with a spider web like crack on the glass from his fist. He had a hell of a time trying to explain what happened to The Jester. He tried to explain how he was being haunted by a ghost! The Jester only laughed saying that he was having performance jitters and how there was nothing scarier than he was.
He tried to take the words to heart but the chill along his spine still remained. The others told him maybe he needed a break from the circus, to go take a walk around town, pass out some flyers.
So he did. For a while his mind was clear. He watched the people of the town walk around the streets, drive their cars and live their lives. Maybe it was just the circus getting to him.
"HEY! GET OUT OF HERE WEIRDO!"
He turned his head at the booming voice. He watched the man stomping towards him, rage and disdain radiating off of him. Fists clenched, veins protruding from his temple and neck almost as if they could burst at any moment.
His thoughts are interrupted by his aggressor throwing a punch directly to the his left cheek. He stumbles back falling onto his bottom.'Here we go again' he thinks.
"Ever since you FREAKS showed up, people have been disappearing! Go back to whatever hell hole you crawled out of!" The man screams. He balls his other fist, ready to throw another punch. People crowd around. Standing. Staring. This is how it always goes. He shields his face waiting for the next blow to hit and for people to start yelling those familiar insults. 'FREAK!' 'ABOMINATION!' 'MONSTER!'. But it does come? He looks up. Someone is blocking the man.
"HEY! I dont know who you think you are. But you can't just go around punching people!" They say finger pointed at the mans face.
He hears a 'Yeah!' And 'That's right!' From a few onlookers. What is happening?
"You better scram, before I call the police!" The person adds, arms crossing.
The mans disbelief is evident as he looks at the clown then to the crowd of people surrounding him.
"Are you serious? You're really defending this freak? He's the reason people have been going missing! You all need to wake up!" He spouts.
"Okay! People go missing everyday. You can't just throw around statements without any proof." The person says.
"Yeah! Stop with your paranoid bullshit!" Says someone else. Then man is absolutely fuming. He takes a step closer to them squinting his eyes as a way to intimidate. But they don't seem to budge, they stand their ground looking up at him he scoffs before walking away.
"You all are idiots!" He says as he stomps off. The crowd quickly disperses as the person turns their attention on to the clown. The black holes where his eyes should be look almost empty until they offer him their hand.
He... He couldn’t believe that just happened. Someone... Defending him? How could this be? He tilts his head up to see you. You.
"Hey, are you alright? I can help you stand." You say concern evident in your tone as you examine his bruised cheek. He looks up at you seemingly bewildered. He doesn't speak, he hesitates. This had to be another illusion. A trick of the mind. He reaches out anyway thinking you will most away before his eyes. But he grasps your palm. He grasps it. This is real?
"Sorry about that guy. People can be super hot-headed. Best to be careful."
He's too bewildered to say a word, he can only nod at you, the bells on his hat jingling as he does. Your eyes fall to the scratch on his cheek.
"Oh! Here let me help you with that." You reach into your bag seemingly looking for something. You pull out a pink bandage. You open it and place it on his cheek. Before you can pull away he grasps your hand.
"Have we met?" He whispers cautiously.
You tilt your head in confusion.
"I could've sworn ive seen your face before." He sighs finally pondering his insanity.
"I mean it is a small town, I'd remember seeing a face like yours. But hey!"
You tilt his chin down "Maybe you've seen me in your dreams.."
His eyes widen impossibly. And there it was. That smile. That face that tormented him.
"Oh! I have to get going or ill be late for work!" You wave at the clown before turning.
"Take care!" You say walking away.
GUESS WHO'S BACKKKK. HEY YALLL. Finally got a chance to sit down and get this piece going. I really enjoy this genre and want to play with it so hopefully ya'll enjoy it! I wont make any promises on when ill be able to update. But ill always try to give something good when I return. Anyway! Take care of yourselves🖤✨️
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