CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // UNDERAGE Prompt Post // February 1-15

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Re: Fill: The Jester 9/many

[marlowe78]

Jensen heard the door’s lock at once, but didn’t move. He wasn’t dumb enough to believe the Jester wouldn’t know where he was - the little window wasn’t exactly hidden. But wouldn’t not make it easy for him, and up high, he felt like he had an advantage. Probably not true, but still - couldn’t hurt to stay up here.

The man who entered was quite certainly the Jester - same height, same built, same stupid hat and costume, same reddish-brown pants and high boots with those silly tips, same jacket with the weird tassled top-part, all those stupid leather-ties and most of all the very stupid mask. Red glaze around the eyes and on the cheeks enhancing the light-gold of the face, big eye-holes which showed those eerily fake blue eyes underneath - contacts, for sure - and the large mouth and wide nose all lend to a weirdly friendly, extremely creepy appearance.

All was the same, and yet Jensen peaked up when the man entered. Because something was different, and that could mean bad things - or just interesting things.

“Hey kid.” Same voice. “You know I can see you, right?”

Jensen snorted but didn’t speak.

“Just making sure. So… you gonna stay there? Fine by me, but if you do, I’ll be right here at the door. Not gonna let you get the drop on me, which I mean quite literally.”

Haha, Jensen thought, but he was still trying to figure out what was different here.

“Anyway. How old are you? I guess… well. I don’t guess well, but since the bat had his sidekick rejuvenated about four years ago, and you were pretty skimpy back then, my guess is somewhere between twenty and seventeen. Am I close?”

Jensen didn’t speak, and he wasn’t overly impressed. Everyone with a brain would be able to figure that out. The Jester sat down right next to the door with a weary sigh, and that was something different, too. He’d been bouncing around, nearly, his legs and feet swinging up and down and his hands always in motion the time he’d been with Jensen before. Where did all that energy go?

The man on the floor didn’t look up, just stared at the wall opposite. A quick glance showed Jensen that there was nothing to see, so he prepared for a monologue. Probably something about regret and death, all that usual crap.

“You know, when I was a kid, much younger than you, ow - my parents were quite religious. We used to go to church all the time, every Sunday and even during the week. Reverend Umberhil was a friend of the family, they had kids … my age. We used to play together. His daughter, Mary… she was only a few days younger than me.”

Ah, so not an evil death-monologue. More like a heartbreak-sob-story, then. Well… Jensen wasn’t stupid, he knew most villains didn’t start as villains, that there was usually a trigger-moment in their lives. Didn’t change the fact that they chose crime, so… But he might as well listen - there was no entertainment here other than stories.

“One day, when I went over, Mary wasn’t home. She’d been with another friend and forgot to tell me. But the Reverend, he was nice, offered to let me help with the cookies. My mom was ill you know and uh… there wasn’t anyone else at home. It was boring, and cookies… always awesome.” The Jester fell silent, probably looking into the past.