Persona 5 - The Jester's Point Of View

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Their eyes shot open before they sat themself up in one go. Their breath escaped from their mouth, though it weighed heavily in the air. A hand was on their chest, them noticing the constant pounding, over and over. Their eyes were wide and they felt an uncomfortable rush through their body. Their skin felt moist, uncomfortably so. They always hated that moist feeling, especially when sweat seemed to drip down. Not because it made them smelly but because it gave them this wet feeling all across their body. And that was something they hated, feeling wet. It was why they hated water all the more. The feeling of drops on their body was just something they couldn’t stand.

Their other hand was clutching onto something. A… Blanket? Wait… That was when they had realized that they were inside their bed, their room. The messy room with the curtains in front of the window, making it appear darker than it originally was. The sun shone through, just enough to show some of the light. The mess on the floor and on the shelves, nothing really sorted. Even the desk was littered with all sorts of things, mostly papers but also snacks and manga volumes. There was just barely any space there. 

Though their gaze then turned away, looking back onto the blanket. They even hopped on it as they were sitting on it. No, this was not a dream. This was reality. Weird, because the last thing they remembered was a floor littered with paper. Stacks of books inside shelves and… And…

Ah, there it is again. The memory of them… The girl and the boy. It was slowly coming back to them, their faces turning from blurry to clear. They held a hand in front of their mouth, as if wanting to prevent throwing up. But… No, they did not do that. Of course not. It was just a feeling in the end. 

They also shivered, feeling the goosebumps on their body. It was cold, very much. And thinking back on it they felt dizzy, very dizzy. This was just a lot to take in. More than they had imagined. They didn’t want to think back on it but they were. They didn’t even question anymore how they managed to return home and lay on their bed. That was only secondary. After all, these two… With the names they introduced themselves with…

“Ah, right. Sorry. I am Anja.”

“Luka’s the name.”

Could it be… No, there was no way. This had to be a joke. And yet, looking at their facial features… The wide eyes, the small nose, the slim mouths… There was no mistaking it. They looked just like Lukanja. Both of them. Except their eyes were glowing golden. Was that… Them? And they also said it.

“So you two claim to own this place?”

“Yeah! Ya got that right!”

This would mean that these two were the rulers of this Palace. Which meant that the Palace belonged to them. Lukanja created this Palace on their own. This is their place. 

They didn’t know how to feel. THis was deep within them. How long had it been there? At least for a while, judging that Pipistrello sent them there. But why? What was the meaning of it!? … No wait, it should be obvious. There is some twisted desire deep down. They were an idiot. Of course. 

They were shaking, everything just felt colder. Even though the heater was probably on. It was just… Scary to think about. This was their Palace. They were the ruler. And so that meant… “ Yeah… I am terrible…”

It was a little too late when they had looked over, noticing a tiny ball of fur curled together around their feet, eyes closed and snoozing. Ole was there. It was rare for him to enter their room, especially to sleep. But here he was, tail wagging as he did. And usually it would put them at ease but if not even Ole can lift their spirits… 

All they felt like doing was lying back down. Maybe they can rot away before they knew it.

“Good night…”