The bones cracked as he turned his knife sideways, horizontal, and rotated until the raccoon stopped moving completely. He found mammals so useful. In almost everything. Especially his potions, and mixes. He basically dragged the small raccoon all the way to his cave. He slopped it on the floor. Then sat behind the dead figure and rolled up his heavy violet sleeves. Then suddenly with warning he twisted the entire neck all the way around until it resembled an owl. All of the pieces where falling together…if only that nitwit Oswald would come back with the glass. His original name was Joseph Kerr, but after his brother died back in England he renamed his self Joker. Since his brother was the kings jester, but then got executed for telling a bad joke about the King. Then Joseph went mad…terribly mad.
He started to do…tragic things. To little animals. That was at first. Then when winter hit…that was when it got bad. One night…he dressed up as his brother. The jester costume could be seen from a mile away, not to mention his jingle bells rambling all over…he was extremely noticeable. However, he was so stealthy he was able to pull it off. He called it his 'show'. He threw off all the guards of the roof of the royal castle and when he finally got to the kings bed room, that's when things grew tense.
He dashed through the hallway searching for the king and made a sudden stop at the bedroom door. He looked at him. The fat lump was curled into a snug, warm ball of confuters. His chest barley rising and falling. Joseph was taking long but careful steps toward the bed. His bells jingles slightly, but calmly as if it was a part of a lullaby. He took caution as he pulled out the dagger, it's beautiful glisten in the torches light was a blessing to Joseph, but as he pulled it up, ready to strike, a knight had pulled the dagger from his hands and had threw it across the room. The knight overpowered the jester with only one thing. His appearance
He reminded Joseph as a bat, except his armor was pure silver, and his eyes was a piercing, vivid blue. The kind of eyes his brother had. The knight threw him over against the wall, pinning him to it. The air around them was warmer and as the air grew dense between the two of them. Joseph was thin, and lanky. He'd been able to fit through any crack, vent, well, anything. So he made the attempt to squeeze his way through the knights arms but failed when the knight shoved his back into the wall again. The jester never dared to even glance into his eyes. Time seemed to slow down between them for the jester, but for the knight, this was his duty.
Then came tumbling down the other guards, ready to secure Joseph. He hopelessly swarmed around the Knights grasp, but it didn't prove helpful. So he spit into the knights eyes, and started to hyperventilate. Then when the other guards where taking their chains out, Joseph had no choice but slam his head into the knights. Since the knight had a helmet on, the effect didn't last long on him. However, It was enough time to escape his prison. He ducked under his arms and started to run with every ounce of energy he had. He ran out into the hallway, knocking various vases and portraits down with amazing speed.
When he looked behind himself he saw that surprisingly the knight wasn't that far behind him. The knight threw one of the tables that where in the hallway at Joseph, causing him to fall. The knight took out his sword and pinned the bottom of the jester's shoe to the red carpet. After that, Joseph knew it was all over for him.