Trickster wasn't actually sure why he brought the young boy in. He was pitiful, weak, naive... Just a child. A child who still had much to learn about the world- both his world and the one Trickster created. He would follow the older man around like a lost puppy, looking on the performers with amazement. Trickster couldn't help but feel a prick of annoyance at the boy. He didn't seem able to cope on his own, depending on others. He would gawk at the performers as if they were otherworldly beings- which, to the boy they were, but not as alien as the Innocent made them seem. Trickster would have to vanish mid performance solely to get the boy to stop trailing behind him.
Still- Trickster couldn't help but chuckle. The boy stuck out of the world like a red spot on a blue wall, yet the most of the inhabitants seemed to adore him. Or simply enjoy the company of a newcomer. Or perhaps they knew the true reason Trickster brought him into the world of Kooza- the reason that even evaded the man himself. It was hard to say- even though Trickster had created the inhabitants, he allowed them the freedom of their own selves. They were people, just as he and the Innocent were.
Then came the time that the boy brought in the skeletons. Trickster sighed lightly, remembering the sudden change of his world that rocked through his whole mind. He could feel changes within Kooza- and that was one that had chilled him to the bone. Never before had there been such an evil in Trickster's sanctuary. He had locked himself up in the bataclan, laughing as the skeletons terrorized everyone within Kooza- including the Innocent. He had dreaded the moment he would have to confront the demons and force them to leave- and had tried to prolong it as long as possible.
And then the boy had come in. Crying- desperately apologizing, begging Trickster to save him. And that was the moment Trickster caved. Tore down his cold exterior and opened up to Innocent. Promised to make it better- even created the Juggler and his Assistant to try and make the boy happy. He steadily grew fond of the boy, becoming the mentor he should have been from the start.
There were whispers throughout Kooza. The Trickster has changed- all because of that boy. The walls built around himself seemed to have been torn down- the unreachable man now seeming like an ordinary Koozian. It was strange at first, but the inhabitants slowly grew used to it. And they realized why the man had brought in the boy. The answer that even the Trickster himself couldn't find. Such an old man, living in the same world. Never dying, surrounded by the ageless Koozians, and never allowed to leave his world in fear he would be stuck in the outside world, where the demons could get to him. The Innocent was so carefree, so naive, weak, just a child.
The Trickster was lonely.
And with that boy by his side,
He wasn't anymore.
Tis was... A bit of a thank you to Jason Berrent, for his time in Kooza. Jason's Trickster was the one I saw- and to me, he is the Trickster.