JAKKOSTEIN!

chapter one ; a ballad of a jester.

It moved.
It started with it's index finger tapping against the cold metal operating table. The sound of it's painted nail made The Doctor whip around to face it ... his creation. His muse. He swallowed his anticipation, but his mouth still felt dry, and a very bitter taste was on his tongue.

Opening it's huge, multicolored, and lifeless eyes, The Creation's spider-leg lashes flittered as it's pale pupils danced around in wild movements.
As a porcelain beauty in life, decay came in death. It's cheekbones, which were once strong and soft, were now hollow and falling off like meat on the bone. It's once supple and feminine frame was now manifested with angry stitches which held every inch together. From the texture and color of it's skin, it was clear some parts of it remained original. But there were also mismatched parts from different people that His Doctor, Basil Claude, collected. Basil was sure, after his Creation was complete ... Jakkostein would be his new favorite toy. He'd dress it up and make new clothes for His Creation. The Doctor did indeed have many failed attempts at creating life, but ... he had a sneaking suspicion that Jakkostein would be different. Watching it flourish in life before this, The Creation had such an overwhelming wonder to it. The Creation didn't seem to have a mean bone in it's body and all it did was live life to his best potential. But something got in the way of it's innocent fun.
Like a ball and chain, The Creation was in love.
But his heart was held hostage and there was no possible way of making it out alive.

Lyiatrick Stingbee was also known as The Lion Tamer. The circus master of his own creation. Lion Tamer kept his people in line. But still, he did it with charm and charisma. He, at the wave of his gloved hand, got the world cheering. Or at least, his little audience.
His little circus was booming and festering in every small and big town available. But who better to share his fame and power with but ... a feeble, jovial little jester?
It seemed great at first.
Well, maybe more than great.
Perhaps, perfect.
With a big pink Dreamhouse, pretty clothes, new sparkly shoes and makeup ... Jakko had it handed to him. The jester was Lion Tamer's star. His act was real simple. He got strapped and tied to a target wheel, arms and legs spread as he stayed and looked pretty. Lion Tamer would then step right up and fling his small but deadly knives at Jakko. The goal was to hit around the jester, missing him by just inches. But ... sometimes accidents happen.
Yeah, accidents.
That's what Lion Tamer said. But it did create more excitement, and sometimes the crowd would go wild. Lion Tamer lived for that, even at the expense of Jakko's life. But ... that wasn't how Jakko ended up lifeless on this medical table.
No, Jakko could handle getting stabbed in the limbs. This wasn't new, and Jakko reckoned he'd never fully receive success and even love without a few scars, bruises, black eyes, broken bones, and all the things he viewed as normal romance. Lyiatrick was a showman, but behind closed curtains and locked doors, he became cold and very unappealing.
As people in carnivals won prizes and treats, Jakko received injuries and stab wounds. This, however, became a routine.
A big Dreamhouse, to make Jakko's screams become lost within the walls. New clothes to hide the bruises and wounds. New shoes to keep him entertained. Extra makeup to keep him looking just like a porcelain doll. But instead of a dolly, Jakko felt just like a marionette. Pulled every which way to pay the bills and have a cushion-soft life. But he did wonder when the hurting would ease. He knew for a fact that love was supposed to be painul, but ... sometimes, the jester hoped it would end. After all, it was hard continuing the show with a knife lodged in his thigh.

But somewhere along the way, Lyiatrick began to grow old of the same old thing. His jester, though useful... was getting on his nerves.
Yes, Lyiatrick could be temperamental, but at least he wasn't ANNOYING like this little bugger of his. Always begging for affection or attention, pleading The Tamer to stop hitting him and such. Blah, blah, blah. It was draining to have Jakko cry next to him while they slept together. The star had a good run until Lyiatrick's patience had wore thin. It wasn't like Jakko was completely naive to the scene. Sure, he remained sweet and innocent, but ... he was talked into a small set of favors for The Tamer.