Making this post specifically for @thatoneidiort because they wanted some writing of my boy jestercicle
This was an old thing i wrote about him and mr cycle (who is. Literally just mr cycle from the maze but hes from on of my au's so hes technically my variant) so that i could see them interact because i love them
Anyways thats it yeah here it is
Charlie took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the musky city air. The air that was filled with exhaust, and burnt plastic fumes, and toxic rain that burnt the very roof he laid on. And he took it and smiled. Because it was air filled with things it got from being outside. It brought together all the elements of the outer world, because it was free.
He leant his head back into his arms once more as he stared up at the night sky above him. It was cold, just like always, but the good thing was there was less violent sounds then usual. Normally you could hear street fights or car chases out in the streets. Screaming and crying, most likely from the people of this broken city comprised of worlds that should have never mixed.
It was chaos. It always was, but he had found solace here. He much prefered it to the maze, anyways.
Stuck in the same room for years, and years, and years. So many years that after the first hundred he slowly stopped keeping track. It got tight in that room. Realistically, it was quite spacious, but as time went on, those walls started to feel a lot closer to him than they should have been.
He lived through his own hell. And sometimes he wished he could join the contestants. The contestants that *never* made it to the end. That always fell, and ran, and got stuck. And always, always, died.
He felt sorry for every contestamt that got stuck in this never ending game, but he couldnt help but feel a little jealous that they at least got the release of death. He on the other hand, was trapped and forced to only watch as they experienced it for themselves. Over. And over. And over again.
But then, one day, a rift appeared. Bright purple and pink and shining with a glorious light, it was almost tantalizing, he couldnt resist going towards it. Something different, something out of the ordinary, he couldnt just ignore it.
He expected it to kill him, rip him to shreds, maybe even tear his atoms apart as it was in fact a rift in the fabric of time. But, he hadnt expected it to bring him here.
Here, where he met people just like him. And i do mean just like him, because they *were* him.
Variants of the same person he was based off of. Some, "source variant" named charlie cycle. He didnt seem very special, but he was the source of five other people who helped him survive out here. Charlie cycle, a variant most closely related to the source variant. Slimecicle, charlie cycles companion, the two of which were stuck together in the same body. *another* charlie cycle and slimecicle, though this time they were seperate, and one of which lived in a video game. And finally, yet another charlie cycle, thought this one lacked a slime. His nickname, was jest. The others went as joystick, eight bit, charlie and slime, as they were the easiest to remember.
He himself, had been dubbed mickey. As based off of his mircophone which he had taken with him through the rift. Though, he doesnt exactly use it often.
But, they were all downstairs. On the lower levels of this abandoned building theyd taken over. Mickey was on the roof star gazing, as he did most days. This was where he was happiest. Where he felt the most free.
He stared up at the stars as they twinkled back at him.
He laid there for a while. To be completely honest, he started to doze off. He adjusted his bowtie a bit before laying his head back on his folded up suit vest and placing his hands over chest. He was content to fall asleep here, laying under the stars. It was peaceful. He slept knowing he wasnt stuck in that room anymore. He could go wherever he damn well wanted.
And right now, he wanted to go to sleep. So, getting one last good look of the stars, he slowly closed his eyes and let himself rest.
Peaceful. Content. Finally free from all his problems and-
"guAGHH!! JESUS- FUCK!!!" Mickey jumped, immediately startled out of his resting place hed been laying for the past hour.
"Oh. Sorry, i didnt mean to wake you from your beauty sleep!" the person beside him giggled, mickey turning to look Jest dead in the eyes as he laid on his stomach beside him, chin in his palms and his feet kicking in the air behind him. "I know you need it to look as good as you do." He spoke with a teasing grin.
Mr cycle glared at the jester completely silent for a moment. Jest merely smiled back. "What the fuck are you doing here??" He asked, watching the man smile cheerfully at him and raise his eyebrows like a curious child.
"Well thats what i came up here to ask you." He mused, tilting his head and continueing to kick his feet.
Mr cycle continued to stare at him silently for a moment.
He blinked. "What." He asked.
"What? Youre always coming up here late at night and i have no idea why, so i thought id come watch you to figure it out!" He stated, smiling wider as if to seem less threatening.
Mickey blinked again. " 'watch'? You were just gonna sit here and watch me?" He questioned.
"Correction; *did* sit here and watch you. I got bored and thought id come strike up some comversation." Jest stated.
"Oh... thats comforting.." mickey grumbled shuffling slightly away from jest for a moment as he readjusted his sleeping set up. "Do you ever interact with people normally, or are you just always weird like this?"
Jest pondered that question for a moment.
"Mmmmm, no im always like this." He smiled, pushing himself off the ground and propping up on his hind legs like a gargoyle. "Im just slightly nicer about it around you."
Mickey glared over at jest awkwardly as he sat up a bit and readjusted his bowtie again. "So you only threaten to eat joystick when im not around?" He asked, gaining a mischevious grin from the clown beside him.
"Mmm no, ive said that with you around, its just not as threatening when i say it *about* you." He hummed, tilting his head contemplatively as he seemed to ignore the look of horror that settled onto mickeys features.
"You-..." mickey paused. He went silent for a moment. Then he sighed. "...Nevermind.." he brushed it off, opting to not ask about whatever was going on in that clouded mind of his.
Jest chuckled at his response, grinning grimmly at mickey as he seemed to look him over once, and then twice.
It sent a shiver down his spine.
Jest cleared his throat, adjusting himself to be sitting properly with his legs in front of his as he messed with the bells hanging from his head. "So.. why *do* you come up here every night?" He asked, tilting his head in mickeys direction. "Cause all youve done so far is lie around and stare at the sky, and i dont know a lot of reasons someone would do that *other* than being paranoid about the walls closing in on them." He stated, gaining an uncumfortable grimace from the game show host beside him.
"Well.. i guess that is one of the reasons i come out here..." he mumbled, gaining a look of morbid intruige from the jester.
Jest grinned. "Oh..?" He cooed.
Mickey sighed, rubbing two fingers over his brow ridge as he avoided the look of the man who seemed so interested in his personal life. He spared a glance over at him, and was met with the look of a man who only cared about himself.
Though, he knew why. Jest was cursed. Cursed with a magic that made him selfish, and cruel. It clouded his vision and made him ruthless, uncaring for those that didnt benefit him.
He was once a kind man, like the rest of the men here, but he had since changed. And not for the better.
Despite that, mickey had never once seen jest do anything particularly atrocious. Sure he was odd, a little overbearing and most *certianly* far too pushy, but he was... okay? Unless you were joystick. Those two were at each others throats twenty four seven.
Thats it, i never added more, thx for reading <3
