The Fool

Chocolate Bars.

Chocolate was hardly the best material to build the bars to a prison cell with, and based on the gaping hole in between them, they definitely did not do their job. However, this peculiar cell somehow still had one inmate in it, a miserable looking fellow sitting on a warm bench covered in marks.

The bells on his hat jingled merrily as he sunk his head low. The only prisoner in the Pungeon of Looney Land had no guard to hold him in and no traps impeding his escape, but still he remained in his cell, his sullen face contrasting with the whimsical decor of what was meant to be his place of imprisonment. The only sound were the muted laughter of some people upstairs, their cackling loud enough to break past the dampening layers of stone between the main floors and the basement levels. To escape, the prisoner would have to climb the stairs into this chambers brimming with laughter, and that is why he chose to stay in his cell after only one attempt at escape.

At all hours, the laughter raged on. There seemed to be no sleep for his captors, but he knew all too well what he was getting into when he first came to Looney Land.

Jokerton was dressed in all the staples of court jesterhood. His goofy shoes and loud colors made him seem like a perfect fit for a land full of humor and mirth, but beneath his cap n' bells was a face frozen in a persistent frown. Perhaps this might have not been a deal breaker if his face did not match his mood. Jokerton was hardly full of a ton of jokes, in fact, he had never told a joke in his life. Yet still, he was a Fool, and with his inability to play this role is what had brought him to Looney Land in the first place.

The jester did not want to be miserable. He wanted to be the clown who could make people laugh, but he could never wrap his mind around humor. He had sought help from all over, and many times he had ended up in worse situations then the one he was in right now, but few of them could match the sting of being held captive by laughter when laughter was what he sought. The citizens of Looney Land were eager to let him in when they saw his attire, but when he failed to follow up his arrival with even a smirk, he was brought before the king.

Based on his current predicament, it is quite clear how that went.

Jokerton let out a long sigh. Sleep deprivation was not helping his mood, and even if he dared to dry, he might miss his morning meal. Their insistence on a fast breakfast often meant the meal break ended before he even awoke. So for now, the jester could do nothing but think, pondering himself ever deeper into the mulligrubs that had been his reason for imprisonment in the first place.