I thought that you'd want what I want, Sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns...
It was a perfect day for mayhem.
Once again the clown had found himself in the presence of the same company that had hired him before, although this time they hadn't invited him intentionally. They had learned from last time not to send information to the crazed clown, after the bloody massacre he'd left in his wake. Which is exactly why he'd invited himself along, reading about their latest valentine's day event, he couldn't resist the urge to tag along. The only real shame being that this time he wouldn't be in the company of the oh-so-interesting Jelly Man. He had been a great delight to play with last time, such a fragile mind, so easily cracked under a little pressure. It had been one of the most enjoying battles the clown had ever endured, one that would now stay in his mind as a source of sinister delight. Perhaps he should send the Jelly Man a little letter, something to tell him he was 'thinking of him'. Yes. That would be ideal.
Although that could happen later, for now, he wanted to mess with this little chocolatier company. The fact that they had the sheer audacity to continue their business after last years incident was baffling. Not to mention the fact, they'd not only stayed in business, but they had expanded their company too. Somehow they had thrived, and Jester wanted to know. Or at the very least see how they would handle a second blow to one of their romanticized events. Because the clown never let his victims live unless without intention, and not a single employee had survived that day. Yet whilst the incident had been reported, it had been quickly brushed over. Which suggested something sinister and manipulative to the red-head. Was this company more influential than he'd initially realised? Who was at the top? And how could he break them?
And thus, under the guise of 'James Errings,' he'd gotten himself an invite as a guest to this 'wedding-themed' event. Arriving at the Rose Garden venue shortly before it's beginnings, his golden eyes explored the area. A beautiful church setting, a significant effort had been put into the detail of making it realistic. Decorated in a white and tawny fashion, with bows woven with coarse brown hessian fabrics. Reservation notes on the seats that were written in perfect calligraphy, with quotes stripped from anachronistic periods. At the head of the aisle was a floral, rose arch, littered with petite paper doves. Jester heard members from the guest's as he passed, gushing over it's apparently effective 'Jane Austen' theme. Not that it especially appealed to the clown's tastes, whilst he loved a good story, he had no fondness for domestic literature or archaically depicted romance. It was actually quite sickening in his opinion.
Jester scanned the seats one by one until he found the seat labelled with his fake name, plucking the strip of paper up. He would turn before sitting himself down, crossing one leg over the other. He tucked the strip of paper into the side pocket of his blazer. He was in a rather plain suit today, one he hadn't worn since that blissful night in the theatre with the Music Man. The sleek noir suit with a red undershirt never failing to detract from the quirkiness of the clown, the vibrance of his brilliant red head sleeked back in its usual style. He hadn't gone for the full illusion today, because he didn't intend to undo him 'too much' for today's game. He wanted to have a little fun, but that was a matter of finding the opportune moments for chaos. He debated when to initiate his toyings, should he do it during the ceremony, or should he wait until the reception.
Bodies were ushered into the room, and it was hinted that the ceremony was to begin. Jester reached back into his pocket, pulling the tiny strip of paper out. He began to fiddle with it, not looking at it as he did so. His honey-gold irises trained on the show, watching as the faux groom scuttled over to the stage. His sub-par acting, barely showing any real emotions as he pretended to be both excited and nervous. And then the music would begin, a melodic classical tune, rhythmic in its pace, the necks of the crowd would turn to watch as bodies strode down the aisle, bridesmaids on the arms of groomsmen. Flower girls sprinkling pettles along the tan runway as they skipped along with innocent merriment. Jester glanced down at this point, training his eyes on the paper he was folding until the child had passed. When the minister began to talk, Jester would once again look up, watching intently as the ceremony as it progressed. He had already made the decision that despite whatever other casualties arose from his games, the couple of the day would definitely meet their end. If not for their pitiful talents as a convincing couple but for taking part in this companies charade of romance and amour. As though love was really so blissful as this.
The minister would die too, in fact, the entire wedding party had to go. It would not do to permit any of these lummoxes to wake up tomorrow. They were clearly a stain on this world, one that the clown needed to remove. An infection lingering on the flesh of humanity that needed to be sliced off without further allowance of its vile spread. Vows were said, talks of love and commitment, some religious spiel and whatnot. Jester listened without really absorbing any of it. When it finally came to the 'I dos' Jester glanced down, realising he had been done for some times now. He looked at the folded paper in his hand, now shaped perfectly into a neat little star. He let out a shrill giggle, causing the majority of the room to glance over at him in shock. He beamed at them, showing them his perfectly made origami star as though blissful with pride. Soon they turned away, but not without some fervent looks of disapproval and eye rolls. Jester took no mind to these, they were all going to die anyway. Instead, he played with his star in his hands, passing it back and forth for a few moments. Until finally, he heard the dismissal of the wedding, the bride and groom striding down the aisle together, following which one of the event organisers, declared that it was time for them all to move on to the reception hall.
Jester hopped up onto his feet, doing a little jig. Sitting still for an hour had been rather uncomfortable for him, at least he had his lovely little star to entertain his need to fidget. As he moved into the grand hall, he noticed that this room carried the same decor as the make-shift church. Perhaps even more boring than the church itself, he looked around, there was no point in dilly-dallying. Time for the real fun to begin, he just needed somewhere to start, and so his golden eyes scanned the crowds, looking for someone interesting to start with.