-Chapter 7-

It was a stormy day. Not that it mattered, all the puppets were stuck inside anyway, But still: It was a stormy day the rain pattered softly on the glass and flashes of light came from the windows and rumbles like millions of drums playing all at once. Jester loved just looking out the window at the sea when it rained during the day. The sky was such a beautiful blue-grey and the symphony of the clouds was such a calming noise he normally fell asleep to its sweet natural lullaby. he smiled calmly up at the sky. he missed the days when he was still alive, in his own home where it snowed. the snow was pretty to look at, like listening to the sound of rain. before he could close his eyes and rest his head against the wall, his calmness was broken by a rough male's voice talking to him. six-shooter, whom he had forgotten was sitting next to him, was trying to speak to him.
"Wish it was nicer outside... like yesterday... can't go out side today... " he mumbled, he didn't think is was 'pretty' like jester did.
He looked over at him "I think," he said "Its much nicer to listen to then to look at."
The Ex-actor looked back at him and smiled a little. "yer kidden right?"
To this he shook his head and replied. "no, i just love listening to the rain... it makes such nice music,"
"Music?" he looked confused "what music?"
"The rain...and the thunder...its like a harp and base..."
He only responded with a sigh and an "If you say so"
Jester got up and looked around. He looked back at his friend whom still sat where he was with a bored expression on his face. He sighed softly and jumped off the window still landing square on his feet. he looked back up at six, now standing and looking down at him.
"Where did Blade say he was taking his 'friend'?"
"The garden I think."
"alright ,thanks Hex~" jester said swiftly then ran off down stairs.
"your wel- ...hey wait a minuet!"

he had to be the biggest puppet joker had ever seen, and there was something a bit desolate about him that made him want to run. it may have been his eyes staring at him. it had to be. they seemed to resemble a vultures eyes picking at him waiting until the right moment to move in and devour him in from inside out.
his eyes them selves seemed to be overlapped in the shadow from his hat, but shone through with an eerie shine. they were a dead like grey, and seemed to stare off into space, his pupils were dilated and white. it was clear now he was blind. his metal fingers drumming on the top of his staff was the only sound heard in the empty room. they seemed to be made of a white gold since they shone so brightly. the ends however were sharpened to a point. his hands seemed to resemble a normal hand, five fingers, and a palm made of three pieces so it could grasp things. his hair was long and wire like it seemed to want to stand up since it fanned out from his neck to the brim of his hat. he wore a grin that stretched from ear to ear, showing his shark like teeth. his skin was a light grey, like a corpse. his cloths weren't too different from slasher's when he first made him, but they had some minor alterations. his hat was wider and flatter with a white band instead of black. his over coat when he moved seemed to flow at the end and it had tails like a waistcoat, and he smelled of incense. joker look up at him, it took him a few minuets to work up enough courage to speak.
"I-I am Joker, leader of the mirror team," he stammered looking up at him fear fully.
"they call me Warden." he replied smiling, taking off his hat, and bowing. revealing a pair of small horns on his head. "ill be taking back my power now," he smirked. "Boy."
This snapped joker out of his fear "YOUR power? ...BOY?! how DAAAARE you eve-"
The warden wasn't listening to him, he was already walking about planning out where to place things. Joker didn't know what things he was planning, nor did he care. he only cared about being in power. he didn't want this weirdo taking his leadership away from him. warden scraped an X on the wood of the table. this infuriated joker.
"WHAT do you think you're doing?" he asked angrily and stopped over to him like a child after another child and sat down with them and stared to change things on what they where building in a sandbox.
he didn't even look at him he only uttered two words: "Judas cradle"
Joker stopped for a minuet to try to comprehend what he has said to him. warden looked over at him and spoke again.
"The Judas cradle, Judas chair, Guided cradle... In Italian it is the culla di Giuda... in German the Judaswiege... and in French the la veille..." he said with a sort of tone to his voice as if Joker was an idiot, which he was.
"and what, pray tell, IS a jadas whatever...?" he replied in an annoyed voice.
Warden smiled and chuckled a little "a JUDAS cradle. It's a torture device..."
joker looked at him then the spot "torture for who?"
"any one who decides to get on my nerves..."
"what does it do...?" Joker was familiar with torture like the ones you saw in movies: Racks, ball and chains, and being strung up to a wall. he didn't like the thought of being strung up to one. his question received another chuckle from the larger puppet standing in front of him, and all he said was "lets hope you never find out."


-Chapter 8-

Tireing
Tireing, what did that word even mean anymore?
Was it the idea of living forever, or having to take an entire day climbing up the stairs?
Or maybe, it was the constant threat of having to slaughter another human being just to live.

A pair of Painted blue eyes stared at the ceiling of the off white doll sized room. Their owner pondering ideas of why , when, and where until a loud noise resounded from a few rooms down the small carved vestibule.
Jumping a little at the sound the over 70 year old puppet got to his feet and with the noise of many jingling bells made his way out of the room and down the all to familiar halls. His foot steps created a soft creaking from the floor as he walked.
Over the past months, this suppose to be haven because a mad house with the feeling of paranoia hung in the stale air. No one knew exactly who was trust-able or an enemy in a all to real guise. What caused this was not attacks but the silence of their adversaries that lay hidden in the musty old attic. It wasn't known if they where planning something but none wanted to go find out.
Looking up to face a mahogany door identical to his own, much money had been put into these little passages and rooms, he reached out his hand and lightly rapped the back of his hand on the door.
"is everything alright in there?" he asked calmly and waited for a response.
What was heard was a load clatter of what sounded like metal and glass and a few muffled Germanic curses.
"yeah, I'm fine...I Just can't..-" CRASH! "DAMMIT."
the Jester tried not to chuckle and opened the door. The scene before him was rather odd; smashed vials, glass scattered upon the floor, and the ex doctor sitting in the middle of it awkwardly trying to stand.
Chuckling the brunette walked over and held out his hand "need some help?" he asked looking his friend over to see if he was cut.
"you'd think I would be use to these god damned things by now..." The older male grumbled taking the helping hand with his hook.
Jester smiled a little and dusted him off "You're lucky that I came to check on you, you would have been stuck on the floor all day..."
"oh shut up," he grinned "I could have gotten up by my self...eventually..."
"if you say so..." The fool walked around him and gathered up some of the smashed glass that was scattered on the floor and placed it on the table.
A silence fell between the two for a while until Jester piped up with a "I should be going" and left as quickly as he came.

up in the attic, no longer musty and dark but cleaned up and made into a make shift puppet sized town-camp all around lay torture devices from all different eras, a very mad Joker stamped like a Little spoiled brat.
"I BROUGHT you here to kill them, not just sit here!" Joker whined glaring at Warden. Who was ,at the moment, sitting next to an old cauldron and drinking some sort of herbal soup.
Warden glanced up at him slowly "That wasn't a smart move on your part now was it?" his voice had a soothing tone to it, unlike his counter part who would speak to fast to understand and always seemed to be wired.
This was responded with a harsh glare from the smaller male "I COMMAND you to attack them!"
with a sigh the taller Puppet set his bowl beside him on the chunk of wood, that lay as a makeshift bench. He stood and glared down at him, causing Joker to shrink back a little
"I am the very embodiment of Punishment, NO ONE commands me," he snarled at the now cowering Joker "and if any one is to be punished, its you."

I apologize dear reader, but what happened next was a little to graphic for me to write out... In this story at least. Not for the sake of violence but sexual themes...
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it was around 7:40 in the afternoon when the Jester decided to REALLY return to his room what he found sitting on his bed shivering, bruised, cut, and smelling of something sinister was his grey counter part.


Dear readers. I'm not updating this story any longer due to myself not having the time or energy to continue something that I just don't find interest in anymore. Plus this story is dead to me anymore, I can't write. I'm not much of a writer I never was. When I first started writing this story, I loved the idea, I loved my characters, I loved the movies so much, but it's just that I've moved on from it. I don't find it as entertaining as I use to, plus no one else really liked it either.

but who knows, I may eventually revamp it. Scrap all of this and start over. But for now please understand that I'm just not into it anymore...