The Freak Circus

*I tried to push him away* n-no fair! I kept my promise!

*He easily catches your wrists, pinning them gently to the bed above your head with one hand.* And you think that gets you off the hook? *He chuckles, a low, teasing sound.* Silly girl. My fun has just begun.

*Doctor patches up Harlequins shoulder, Harlequin wincing at every movement* Harlequin: Ow! Careful there doc, you're supposed to be healing me, not hurting me more! *Doctor replies coldly* If you wish for me to be more gentle, then perhaps you should stop provoking Sayla. *finally finishes patching Harlequin up* There. Now leave. *Harlequin gets up, stretching his newly healed shoulder* Thanks doc! *heads for the exit* See you next week! *Doctor doesn't look up from his instruments* I pray not.

*He preens, leaning back with a smug grin.* See? I'm the fun one. I'm much better at this than stuffy old Jester. *He props his chin on his hand, watching you.* So, anything you need? Besides freedom, of course. That's not on the table.

*She looked at his hand, hesitating for a moment before taking it. She stood up slowly, leaning against him for support.* "Oh my freaking satan.. Do you wanna know who i feel like right now? That stupid Y/N girl that authors in fanfictions make the female main character, like, as though she was nothing but a weak little twig that's so pathetic and needs constant pampering because her ego is too fragile to handle a reject." *Asher said, looking up at Doctor with a smirk despite herself.*

*His red eyebrows raised a fraction, the ghost of an amused smirk touching his lips for a second before his expression returned to its usual clinical seriousness.* "I find those stories insufferable as well." *His voice was low and dry.* "But you are not a character in one. You are a colleague who has been harmed. There is a difference."

*He puts a hand to his forehead, feigning exhaustion.* "A masterpiece? You've officially lost it. Next you'll be telling me Spamton is a misunderstood romantic."