"Lalala~ I am a pretty jester. A pretty jester~"
Sparkle happily skipped along the roads of Golden Hour, humming a tune that seemed melodious to the general populace. Beneath this persona, however, lay a deceitful woman yearning for her own spark of Elation—a typical trait of Sparkle.
Her eyes zeroed in on spots of potential interest, scouting her next prank and her next unfortunate victim.
Despite her search for victims, which she intended to engage with 'chaotically', she found none of interest; their potential was far too low for her standards.
Then she spotted a child carrying a doll with silver-gray hair, and memories flooded back as she recognized whom the doll resembled.
She abruptly stopped skipping and, with lightning speed, snatched the doll from the hands of a passing child, exclaiming, "Mou!" She gazed at the doll with a pout, imagining it as a certain Trailblazer.
"Mommy! She took my toy away!"
The child voiced his complaints, but the mother, who was already approaching the Masked Fool, halted.
The child looked confused. "Mommy...?"
The mother turned to her child, her voice fading with disturbance, "N-nothing. How about mommy buy you a new toy, what do you say?"
The innocent child nodded happily, his naivety unknowingly shaping the future. "Mm! But I thought you didn't have any more money...?"
The mother shook her head. "Ah, no, no. Mommy changed her mind. Let's go now!"
The duo quickly left the scene, but the mother remembered the face of the Masked Fool.
It was a face of utter craziness, devoid of any emotional sympathy and unhinged beyond belief.
Meanwhile, Sparkle, jiggling the doll in her hands, imagined the doll with a helpless expression as she moved it swiftly from left to right.
A sinister smile crossed her face, her teeth gleaming, as passersby felt a shiver in her presence. "Hehehe~ Oh dear raccoon, my raccoon... if only you hadn't left little ol' me behind here and let me join your adventure. I would've had so much fun messing around with everyone!"
She cast another glance at the doll. "But that's okay! You've given me an opportunity, and this opportunity is like a little gift for this Masked Fool."
Sparkle caressed the doll with a surprisingly gentle touch, but her smile only widened. "You silly man, maybe I should hop on the Astral Express train and join you on your next journey. Oh, that would be so much fun! Think of the possibilities!"
She couldn't wait to meet Caelus again. The feeling, the utter itch that was slowly becoming so tempting, it gradually built up—the urge to play around with him was becoming oh so unbearable.
"Your train of thoughts is certainly disturbing to see. Perhaps I shall join you in your dilly-dally."
Sparkle looked up and saw the Memokeeper, her smile flattening into a curious line. "Oh... what brings you here? Can't you see that I'm trying to fantasize about my next adventure in my oh so hopeless life?"
Black Swan giggled as she stood beside Sparkle, watching over the recovered beauty of Golden Hour. "You are very open with your feelings, aren't you?"
Sparkle merely giggled and gently placed the doll on a postboard. "Mmhm! When you see the world as it is now, you'd surely understand, wouldn't you? People strive to be so special, yet they keep quiet about their skeletons in the closet. That will only serve to make your life self-destruct, no?"
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Her Beacon (Acheron x Caelus)
Adventure(Story Completed) In the starlit festivities of Penacony, she meets Caelus, a figure shrouded in mystery who shines as a beacon into her enduring night. He was her light, and she was his darkness-each the counterbalance to the other in a destiny lon...
