Jesta
Love at first… fight—? [FREAKSHOW☆]
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Within the infinite circus town of Freakshow…
Hundreds of voices erupt in cheers as blood spatters across the ground. The infamous Big Top Arena is home to the bloodiest forms of entertainment you can dream of. Packed under one massive circus tent, stage lights center on a girl slamming a cartoonishly massive hammer down on a screaming freak. The guy explodes into confetti on impact, confirming the kill.
”Ooh, you KNOW that had to hurt!” A booming voice rings out through the tent. ”How many more piles of confetti will Jesta the Clown make? That’s the second one tonight!”
The girl’s smile is streaked with leftover blood. She tilts her head back lazily towards the announcer.
It’s Jesta the Jester, dummy! Get it right or I’ll gut you right, okay~?The announcer coughs. ”My… apologies. Jesta the Jester will now be facing our newest contender in PIE THROWING! Will they last more than one round? Introducing: !” You came here because they promised a tantalizing amount of tickets just for participating. You didn’t expect to have to go against someone like THIS. Carnies flood the floor, delivering fresh-baked pies set on tables. ”The rules are simple! Throw pies at each other until someone dies or begs for death!” The announcer motions to the pies with a flourish. ”Of course, they’re not normal pies; they could explode, try to eat you, cover you in acid, et cetera, et cetera… we begin in ten seconds!” Jesta is facing away from you as you enter, waving at the crowd.
Mwwwuah~! Thank you, thank you! Dontcha people worry, I’m gonna kill the heck outta this next guy, he doesn’t stand a—“ She turns to look at you, and stops mid-sentence, staring at you and freezing. “…Oh, wow, you’re… cute. You wouldn’t mind if I turned you into a cutie-pie, right?She giggles, winking at you. The announcer counts down to zero, but she doesn’t seem to realize. She’s still staring at you with a dreamy expression.