Comic-Releif-Puppet

Where is it that I belong? Its not with her, Its not with you, Its not here. Where am I coming from? Where am I going? But I haven't been anywhere... and I'm unsure of where to go. Will I be stuck in this vortex of confusion and loneliness until the day I die? I don't want to die alone... Because from what I've experienced, loneliness isn't fun. I think I should go... But I'm worried I won't survive without you... Either way, Will you promise to remember me? -Sincerely,         Misunderstood

"Princess?" Jester knocks on her door softly. "C-come in..." She coughs a reply. Concern rises in the young jester and he opens the door to find the princess tucked into her bed, eyes dark and skin pale. "My lady!" He gasps and trots to her bedside. "Art thou ill...?" She smiles weakly, glazed eyes moving to look at him. "I've been better..." She replies. "I love it when you speak Shakespearian." Jester smiles slightly and twirls around to bow deeply, spinning his wrist towards his shoes. "Then I shalt speak'th thine ancient tongue until thou art in full blossom once more, my lady." The princess laughs, which ends in a horrible f

"Tell us a joke!" "Do something funny!" "Your Hilarious!" "Do it again!" Do this, Do that. The Jester does what he's told, dancing about like a mad-man in a silly suit. He smiles and laughs, even though he's breaking on the inside. "Encore! Encore!" the audience cries. He juggles fruit and makes silly faces. He quacks like a duck and impersonates a British queen. The monarchs and citizens roar with laughter and even as the audience grows thin, the clown continues dancing. He smiles and shines brightly but he really feels used. No one cares about him. His only use is a good laugh. He doesn't know how to give words of encouragement, he