It was time, yet again. Time for the Jester to become the King once more. But he wanted one last run, one more time to spin and twirl as if he wasn't anybody at all.
Carefully, he applied the white makeup to his face. The Jester would leave his friends a clue to his mystery, a little piece of the King kept with the Jester and left for the mortals to think about. Such a thing was fitting enough. He spelled the black runes out carefully on his white arms.
'Til all are one.'
'I will return.'
Then, with the use of a mirror and a tiny brush smeared with black paint, he began to inscribe on his forehead and work his way down.
'Fear not, children of the Living, I will come for you and through me, you will take your places with the King of the Living while the Jester returns to walk the Earth in a fragile shell of Mortality.'
Finally, red contacts were pushed on to his eyes and he draped his cloak about him, letting the black hood obscure his ghastly countenance. Blackened teeth grinned at his image before he set off for school.
He met a blue-colored Magical girl along the way.
"Wow, you really went all out, didn't you?" she said, taking in the sight of him.
"It's not every day I can go to school like this, might as well make use of it." He said, carefully cracked white lips pulling back for a black smile in her direction.
Her hand came out and traces the strange markings on his face. "What are these though? They look so strange."
He took her fingers and carefully guided them to the rune he wished for her to take notice of. "You will see."
I will come for you.
Strangeness, right? Bet none of you spot the Transformers reference. But, on the off chance that one of you did, I make you an OC and will have another silly ffauthors!fanfic for me to tag on with the last one. I'm entitled to my fangirly-ness, who says I'm not? Using Google is cheating!