𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴.

FICTIONAL.

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

@AMESFOLLES Not really familiar with the land as I've been only traveling (working) by the sea all my life. Aye, Sir/Lady! D'you mind being my tour guide for a moment?

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

Possible CW and TW that might apply:

MURDER , MANIPULATIVE BEHAVIOR , SEDUCTION , ALCOHOLIC BEHAVIOR .

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

The rest? Only the sea holds his secret. He might shown a playful side while studying the people underneath. With his fondness of alcohol, he lured people to spat out things he would need. But if things doesn't go his way; the sea would be his last resort. Dead men tell no tales.

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

@InviteeHael ? Jelas isinya. Belum punya kink dengan botol anggur kok. Unless. :)

[Pyotr @InviteePyotr]

Gambaran otak di dengkul.

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

@RingmasterEast Gak makan karena alkohol lebih menggoda.

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

@InviteeHael ?? Gue isep? Tenggak???? Sruput?

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

@ThrowerMalloy GAK PUNYA TEMPLATENYA!

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

GAGAL IC.

[🎪 @AMESFOLLES]

He wandered over to the middle section of the divided cabinet and casually opened its small door.

Inside lay only the Lion's midsection. His stomach still rose and fell with shallow breaths, twitching faintly as though life stubbornly refused to leave him.

The Jester reached inside, poking the bloodied mass of white fur several times before letting out a disappointed sigh.

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

@InviteeHael Sumpel pakai botol anggur dulu.

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

@JesterVhurn Takut.

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

“Am I having a fever dream despite not having one,” thus the blue hair mumbled as his hand reached for a bottle of liquor instead of the food there. Chugging on it.

Bwah!

[🎪 @AMESFOLLES]

𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘩.ᐟ

A dense cloud of smoke erupted, swallowing the performers whole. Barely a heartbeat later, the smoke dispersed, and they were gone.

Only the lavish banquet remained, leaving the guests alone in the silence of the night, accompanied by a feast that still looked every bit as inviting as before.

[𝓜𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙮 𝓡𝙚𝙞𝙖𝙨 @ThrowerMalloy]

[UNVERIFIED] @JesterVhurn as Ames Folles’s Jester. Farewell. You won’t be missed.

[🎪 @AMESFOLLES]

"So! What did you think of our little performance? HAHAHAHA! Ah! And don't forget to enjoy the feast we've painstakingly prepared, especially for our guests! Our next attraction will be even more... 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦!" He stomped one foot before clapping loudly, gesturing insistently for the audience to applaud alongside him.

"Thank you! Thank you! HAHAHA!"

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen!"

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

The boy was too stunned to speak.

“I suddenly want to get drunk..”

[🎪 @AMESFOLLES]

Yet beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, dark bruises stained his abdomen where the Jester's kicks had landed. Fresh blood slowly seeped beneath the waistband of his trousers, trickling onto the stage in tiny crimson droplets.

However, the Lion's expression never wavered. As though pain itself were nothing more than a magic trick, or perhaps another part of the act.

"See? He's perfectly fine, isn't he? HAHAHAHAHA!" The Jester burst into laughter once again, his voice carrying the peculiar insistence of someone expecting everyone else to laugh with him.

[🎪 @AMESFOLLES]

He wandered over to the middle section of the divided cabinet and casually opened its small door.

Inside lay only the Lion's midsection. His stomach still rose and fell with shallow breaths, twitching faintly as though life stubbornly refused to leave him.

The Jester reached inside, poking the bloodied mass of white fur several times before letting out a disappointed sigh.

[𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨, 𝑬. 𝑴. @InviteeMasque]

Dumbfounded, he was. Yet the only thing he did was stoned to the chair he was forced to seat upon. “What in the hell is.. that.”

[🎪 @AMESFOLLES]

⠀
At the very same moment, a blood-curdling scream erupted from within.

A cry so full of 𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝘆 it seemed capable of tearing flesh from bone.
⠀

[🎪 @AMESFOLLES]

Night had fully descended upon Goussainville, shrouding the entire Circus in suffocating darkness as biting chill slowly crept into the bone.

Just as promised, the invitees had gathered once more. Yet the sight awaiting them was not another performance stage or extreme spectacles, but an extravagant banquet table stretching opulently.