mcyt/dsmp x gn reader (discontinued)

court jester pt.1

song fic of the court jester by thquib ft. fukase

this one's long buckle up and i mean LONG the first stanza + my writing is already 300 words

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I am the jester, my job's to entertain
And it seems that soon enough it too will be my job to reign

Every so often you would readjust your fool's hat, glancing over at the King, a wide fake grin adorning your face. King Dream was merciless, and dropping the smile could mean a trip to the gallows. You glanced at the crown on his head, at the reflection of his knight's armor; it gleamed brightly under the glass tinted green sun. You would have the crown, you would be sure of it.

Over all that you see, over all that you know
As the king is slowly dying, any moment he could go
Yes the king is slowly dying, any moment he will go

You slid your finger down the bottle of poison you slipped into the cooks' meals everyday. Your chambers were private, you had made sure of that upon request to the king. Not even your door was touched without your permission. You had said it was a gruesome medical condition, but King Dream was starting to get suspicious. It was time to change to a stronger poison.

Oh! Sweet memories, come rushing back to me
As I trace my fingers on these haggard walls within your keep

Dream was dead. You had done it. You'd known not why you had not been killed. You lived to see another day, it seemed. Exiled to the Badlands.  Perhaps the little voice in the back of Sapnap and George's head had said he truly was a tyrant who deserved what he had coming to him. Perhaps the secret rebellion, by the name of L'manberg, had pulled some strings inside the court.

Though my exile still stands, I heard my duty call to me
Because I am the court jester, I've grown tired of my sleep
After all, I am the jester, and I've tired of my sleep

The jester was the second most powerful position next to the king. From the day you were born, you had this hammered into your head by the peasantry that you were born into.  You had the ability to make fun of even King Dream, to stab at his insecurities, as a foolish little laugh. No mercy was the kingdom's unspoken rule. You showed no mercy in your making fun of Dream, his relationship with his advisor, his friendship with his personal knight; not that it would matter in the end when you finally became the ruler of The Greater Dream SMP. It was time you stepped up and became your own tyrant. One that generations after your death they would speak of. But how?

What good is a crown if the brow it sits on is that of a dead man
I'll wear my cap and painted smile with pride, my trusty baton in my hand
And you will see me, sire, I'll make my way back to you
You cannot stop me sire, your time is up, I see right through you

When King Dream had died, you had waltzed in and proudly proclaimed that you had murdered their King. They had arrested you on the spot. You were thrown in the dungeon, and left to rot for a week until you were miraculously let go.

Though resolute you may pretend to be inside your walls
The people soon will realize that your feeble body can't forestall
The inevitable end that we all will one day meet
You are human, you are dying, yes I know it's bittersweet
But you knew this day would come, and you can't borrow steal or cheat
Yes your maker gave you time, but you've run out and soon you'll meet

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jesus christ that was long i'm tired i did that in one sitting

not proofread autocorrect is my best bud

bye

-august