ARTHUR.

“And a failed performance,” they mused, “deserves a fitting finale.” They rose to their feet, their towering silhouette looming over the crimson tents. “I can only hope our next batch of performers proves more... entertaining.”

⠀ ⠀ 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ⠀ ⠀

He spread his arms, welcoming the audience to the grand finale. “So bear them.” “Carry them until your very last breath.” “And when your curtain finally falls...” His smile widened into something almost inhuman. “𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹.”

Without waiting for a response, the Jester gently ushered the guests back towards the corridor they had come from while humming a cheerful tune, treating the entire affair as nothing more than an ordinary tea party rather than a grotesque spectacle. The clamour of clanging bars gradually faded behind them, though the desperate shrieks and sickening sounds of flesh being devoured lingered just long enough to haunt the ears.

⠀⠀ ️️ CW : FLASHING LIGHTS ⠀⠀ ️️ 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙.ᐣ ⠀⠀ ️️

⠀ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝟏𝟓:𝟎𝟎. ⠀