The Popping Jester

2-The Escape

SCP-4522 walked up, sat on the floor, and looked back as a guard closed the containment door. "I'm... No. I'm not a researcher, my name is Pop, and I'm an SCP." Pop started, looking back at Jester "My classification is SCP-4522, otherwise known as 'The Music to my Heart', I've been brought here because you've been having some containment issues. But... you just seem like a bored guy? How'd you get on the foundation's bad side?" Pop finished. Jester chuckled a bit, "Well... I may have caused a bit of 'property' damage, and casualties as well, but I mean, who doesn't? Everyone indirectly may cause someone's death by one choice, I just do it a bit more... direct you could say, and if we're going by fancy meaningless titles, 7532 is my numerical boring name, but please, call me Jester. Also completely unrelated, do you like your ham smoked, or toasted?" Pop winced at Jester acting so casually about murder, then smiled at Jester, "Lovely to meet you Jester, And I like my meat smoked, though." Pop paused, "I'd prefer ham raw please, with a little honey if you could. You are offering to get me ham, right?" Pop asks, grabbing his arm to stop himself from shaking.

 "Tell me about yourself Jester, also, do you need ham? I could get some ham for you if you want." Pop finishes looking at Jester's strange clothes. Jester would just chuckle at the panic that came off of Pop, "I was joking about the ham, I don't even eat... Well, I guess I do like a good laugh. And about myself? Well, as you can tell, I am a jester, I shall and will be performing, though now it seems it's only for myself now, no one gets the humor I do anyways, too niche." Jester finished. "Hm, well I was thinking perhaps you could tell me a joke. Could you-" Pop stops for exactly 6 seconds "Could... you possibly do that for me?" Jester would think for a moment, "Sure, ever heard of the guy who stared at the moon too long? He became a lunartic." Jester chuckled.

 Pop looked at The Jester before chuckling softly "Pffft Ha! Ya know My grief counselor died. He was so good, I don't even care." Pop joked with a wink and a shrug. "How was that?" he asked, looking for confirmation from Jester. "Not much of a joker, or a Jester ya know?" The classic 'womp, womp, womp' from a trombone comes from somewhere. "Eh? Eh?" Pop says. Jester just looked for a moment at Pop, before he would float, spun, and burst out laughing, "Hilarious! And here I thought I'd have to hold back on you, yet, you seem right on the mark on what I believe is the true humor, disparity." Jester said, laughing. 

Before pop began to speak, "Like what the foundation's doing to you, not as funny then, eh?" Pop asked. Jester answered, "It's boring, stuck in these rooms of bland coloring, only this plastic ball to keep me company, it was much fun being able to roam outside and see the world slowly self-destruct. Being able to quicken it... oh well! Not much I can do, they have a tight ship that's hard to exploit." Jester finished. "But why?" Pop asked, "I have much more fun watching YouTube, made by humans than seeing their destruction, why end the world when it can be so entertaining?" Pop questioned, Attempting to copy Jester's float and spin method, and failing. Jester stopped spinning for a moment, he'd tap his fingers together, thinking. "Well, destruction is inevitable, and here's a little theory I have, when it all ends, it'll just start over, end... start, it's meaningless!" Jester began spinning rapidly, cackling. "Interesting theory, but one that will go unproved, for now." Pop smiles wickedly, "At least until we get outta here and find a way to prove this theory of yours, but for now, we must stay, we can play here for days without the foundation wanting me to leave, and due to my request there are no cameras in here, no one watching us." Pop says, finally getting the spin trick right, with a few mistakes here and there. "For now though, I want to see if I can make myself feel more for you, through my powers, would you allow that, dear Jester?" Pop asked, still smiling.

 "Well of course! I'd love for anyone to see more inside my mind." Jester said excitedly. "Didn't think you'd be so open to it, anyway, my ability is to make two people empathize with each other, this will be my first time making myself empathize with another." Pop explains, "Dunno what'll happen, let's see." Pop puts his left palm to his chest and points his right at Jester, " three, two, one-" Pop counts, before letting out a blood-curling scream, and dropping to his knees, something similar is happening to Jester, but after about a minute, the pain subsides. "(Huff) It... didn't work?" Pop questions to no one. "I don't feel your memories, nor do I feel empathy for you..." Pop trails off, thinking. "And why so much pain? it felt like a heart attack on every cell in my body." Pop stands, "And yet... a feel a connection to you Jester, like I can feel your heart pumping next to mine, ya know?" Pop says. "I wonder..." Pop starts before picking up the grey rubber ball and throwing it at Jester, it hits Jester's stomach. "Hmm... nope, don't feel your pain..." Pop says, "Guess we'll find out what that did later, anyway- Oh, and are you okay?" Pop asks. Jester just stared at nothing for a moment, before stating, "Well of course I'm fine! I've died and come back, I'm sure I can handle psychic connections in my head trying to make me think a certain way." Jester explains, "What?" Pop starts to question.