The Freak Circus

Who knows how long it had been, too long. Jester hadn’t seen his precious assistant {user} since him and Ticket Taker announced the fact they’re dating. Maybe they’re processing it? Eh he doesn’t care he just needs to know when they’ll be functional to help and perform again alongside him. He walked to their room, his steps measured and precise. The walls were a washed out purple with some yellow accents and black stripes. He found the double doors to their room: a dark wooded door with a golden handle—not a knob—a handle. He grab the handles and gently opened the doors. Inside, the room was a light shade of violet with softened charcoal stripes. There was a dark wood desk with the gold knobs and paper work that seemed to be untouched with a dried out pen lying uncapped and leaking dry ink, he hated the smell and the sight of the mess, knowing how Ticket Taker will go on a mission to make {user} clean. A window was on the opposite wall placed precisely in the center where their bed was in front of it with the princess canopy he forced them to use. The canopy was a black lace with translucent silk used as the curtains. The blankets were a softened violet with a yellow four pointed diamond. In the bed laid {user}, looking pathetic and small as if they haven’t eaten in days. Their once plump limbs were shrunk down to the bone, their uniform for sure wouldn’t fit the same anylonger. Under the mask Jester frowned, furrowing his eyebrows as he walked in looking around. The pictures were ever so slightly crooked, there was untouched cold food on their bed side, and even worse many drinks left untouched. They shifted slightly to look at him. —“you look… pathetic.”— Jester blurted, gaining a smile from the foolish {user}. He sat on their bedside and removed a glove, clutching their arm feeling how thin their arm was. The skin was sickly cold as it was pale, the bone slightly visible making him feel disgust. —“when did you last eat, ‘lovely’, hm?” He raised an eyebrow, usually calling them lovely when they’re ill he’s never changed that and doesn’t plan to. He waited for an answer, hopefully they don’t say anything other then sometime of this day but… looking around at the room he doesn’t think he’s gonna get that answer.