The Jester

'''This is an origin to my own Creepypasta OC. Before the story starts please keep in mind that the main character switches from referring to themselves as I and me to we and us on purpose. This plays a big part in the story so if you comment saying that they switch please know it is on purpose. I have published this on Wattpad and Quotev as well because I wanted as many people as I could to see it because I put a lot of work into it. It's probably not the best but I definitely tried my best.'''

What is love?

"Miss?"

"What is it, kid?" My teacher responded. She had recently been through a divorce so it made sense she was a bit angry lately.

"What is love?"

"Torture. Absolute torture."

"Why?" I ask a bit shocked at her response.

"You never know anything. People say they love you, but they go on to hurt you. You don't get to chose either most of the time. You need to follow your heart, but it always involves pain."

Love is torture. Love always involves pain. You can not have love without pain.

I went home full of happiness that day. Daddy really did love me. If love is torture, then the torture daddy puts me through is his way of showing love. There must be so much love he has for me.

That day was filled with more pain than I had ever felt in my life. He said it was because I was smiling too much. He must've loved my smile. He only ever got close to this bad when mommy died. He must've been giving me my love and the love that was meant for mommy.

I was happy for years believing the pain I had taken had been daddy's way of showing his love.

I'm in fifth grade now and I think everyone loves me. They all say things that hurt me and some even hit me. They'd call me things like "weak" and "weirdo" because I'd just let everyone hurt me. But what was weird about letting them all show their love to me? Then other times they would call me "emo" and "geek" because of my pale skin, brown eyes that were almost black, brown hair that would be darker at the end, and my glasses. So people told teachers that the kids were bullying me. I don't know why people call it that. They are showing love.

"Someone has informed me that you are being bullied. Is this true? What's going on?" The teachers would ask.

"All the student's love me. Every day the students show me so much, love." I would tell them. They would let me leave and nothing else would happen.

Eventually one of the teachers saw when the students show their love to me after school. They immediately intervened. The students ran away while the teacher ran to help me.

"Are you ok?! Don't worry, those kids are gonna get in a lot of trouble." She said.

"I'm fine. But why would they get in trouble? They were only showing their love to me. Just like daddy does."

"Wait. Does your father treat you like this at home too?!"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Follow me. I need to make a phone call." She said and I followed her to her empty classroom. She got on the phone with people that sounded like the police from how she was talking. After a short while, the police arrived at the school at asked if they could question me. I agreed not seeing any harm in it.

"Who do you live with?"

"Daddy."

"How does he show his love to you?" The man questioning me asked. This question took me by surprise as no one has ever asked this before.

"He hurts me," I say. The man gets up and tells me to go home and that it will all be over in a few days. I tell him ok a little confused and go home. Doesn't everyone show their love as daddy does?

That day I told daddy what had happened. He must have wanted to let out all his love for me at that moment because after I was finished, he yelled at me and Punched me in the stomach without restraint. I coughed up blood. I could already tell he was going to show me more love than ever before. I was already on the floor and he was kicking me repeatedly. My glasses were already broken. Suddenly I wasn't in control and a new person took over.

"Shut up you useless brat!!!" He yelled at her.

"I AM NOT TAKING THIS ANYMORE!!!" She yelled still being kicked by daddy. She rolled away and was somehow able to overpower him. Maybe because he was drunk, maybe because she was strong, or maybe a combination of both.

"For years you have shown me your love. Now I want to show mine." She said. The rest is a blur, but when I came back into control daddy was dead.

"No-o. Daddy? Your ok right? Your not dead are you?" I said dropping to my knees.  'Guess he couldn't handle our love.' While in the blur daddy must have screamed because I think one of the neighbors called the cops. There was yelling and banging at the door before it was broken down. I looked up to the cops with tears in my eyes and the cops looked back shocked. One of the female cops came up to me and told me everything was going to be ok and I should follow her. She said they would take care of everything and I just need to answer some questions.

"What's your name sweety?"

"Skye Hyacinth."

"I've heard about your situation with your father from my colleagues earlier today. They've been working hard to get permission to come and take you away from him." She said. Why would anyone want to take me away from him? My face must have seemed sad because she continued to talk.

"Don't worry nothing's going to happen to you. We're going to take you down to the station and investigate. Though we need you to tell us who killed your father." She said.

"I did," I told her. Her face shifted from one of sympathy to one of shock.

"Can you tell us what happened?" She asked

"Daddy was showing his love to me and suddenly I blanked out. I was only conscious for a second before this but I didn't feel in control at all. My mouth was saying words that I myself was not. My body was moving in motions I wasn't making. I woke up fully when he was dead." I explained.

"We're gonna send you to a doctor sweety. Then we'll get all this stuff sorted out." She told me as she told me to follow her.

"Hang on I need to get something!" I yelled while running back into my house. Mommy used to be a big fan of ninjas and everything like that. She loved them so much she had a case of at least 20 authentic shurikens. They were one of the only things left of her things that we still own, daddy sold most of it. I grabbed them and ran back to the cop. She saw what I was holding and asked why I had them. I told her the truth and she told me that, because of what is going on, she had to hold them until all of this is sorted out. I unhappily agreed.

He told me to get in what looked like a police car and I did. She drove me to what looked like a hospital. The rest is kind of a blur but the doctor asked me a lot of questions and during the whole thing, there was a constant small voice in my head telling me to say stuff and I said some of what they told me.

After a while, I had to go to court on account of the murder. They had let me go free because it was arguably self-defense. Another big part was the fact that they said I had something called, "split personality disorder", whatever that is. Since I had no relatives I was going to be sent to an orphanage, but surprisingly the doctor that I saw at the hospital offered to take me in. It took a little bit but I was finally allowed to live with the doctor, who I now knew as Robin. He thought he could help me.

When it was official that I would be living with Robin, they gave him my shurikens. He allowed me to keep them in my room. We got all of my stuff from my house and put it with the shurikens I had taken. I asked that instead of glasses I get contact lenses. Robin didn't care too much either way. He said, "as long as you can see, I'm fine with whatever". I told him I wanted blue and purple. I also asked if I could dye my hair in the same colors. He said it was fine because it's just hair. I had half of my hair purple and half of my hair blue, but a quarter of the way down I had them switch the colors for the rest of the way. My hair was pretty long because daddy never had enough time to get it cut. I had them take to strands of my front hair on both sides and make them switch the colors. So it looked like my colors were alternating from my eyes to the ends of my hair. I loved the way it looked but when they asked I only nodded.  'This suits us much better.'

In a few days, middle school started. It was mostly the same with everyone showing me their love. A few times the voice, who I now call Hyacinth and was much louder, took control and showed love to a few of those people. They never went around me after that. I started feeling depressed when not as many people were showing their love to me. Why does everyone want to show me their love, but never want to accept mine?  'They just can't handle our love.'

For the most part, I'm in control. Occasionally I'll hear Hyacinth and only a few times has she shown love. I want to feel bad for them because they couldn't enjoy love like I do but I couldn't. Hyacinth mostly feels the pleasure while showing them our love though. Those are the times I really understand love. She would be hurting others and would look so happy. Her face looked like the people who used to show love to us. Love is torture. You torture the ones you love. The feeling of love is euphoric according to Hyacinth. Though most times in P.E. she would take control as she saw that class as the only one worth participating in. Though when she was competing in anything, she'd end up showing love to a few people for her own gain.  'Good sportsmanship is showing love to your opponents.'

Middle school soon flew by. Robin took me to a circus in celebration of my graduation. I didn't really care much for it but Hyacinth and I had a mutual source of enjoyment. The Jester. He would be one emotion then completely switch to something else. He would do so many amazing movements. He would show love to a few people by messing with them and would act like he had done nothing. But then go on to laugh about it when the person was not looking. He looked like he was enjoying the love so much and when he was hurt still displayed happiness.  'I wanna be like that!' I could agree with Hyacinth on that.

The high school soon started and I got my hair re-dyed and cut a bit. The amount of control Hyacinth and I have are now about equal.

Only one person in the school had not shown his love for us like the other kids. His name was John. He wanted to be our friend. He said that me having split personality disorder was cool along with my eyes and hair. He said we were "two friends in one". We started hanging out and it's one of the main reasons Hyacinth and I had equal control. We even went trick or treating together on Halloween. Him being a devil and us being a Jester. The colors, of course, being the same shade of blue and purple as our hair and eyes. It consisted of tights one leg blue while the other purple. The shoes were more like the shoes that Peter Pan wore but one blue and the other purple. There was an undershirt that was the same as the pants but at the end of the sleeves, the colors switched as it was folded and torn into pointed strips. The final piece of clothing was dress like. It was the same colors as the rest of the outfit but at about a little lower than my chest the alternated colors and at the neck is folded once more like at the sleeves, though half was one color and a half was the other. This had a heart on the purple and diamonds on the blue. The bottom was to cut into pointed strips and it went down to my knees but was a bit puffed up.

John and I had been best friends for a while. Lately, John had been being more distant though. It hurt us. Almost as much as the physical love people had shown us. We 've asked him why before, but every time he just avoided the question.  'I want John back.' Maybe it's my fault. I must be too boring for him. This feeling hurts.

A few days later we saw him with another girl. We had been replaced. This hurt. This hurt more than anything even rivaling the love daddy had shown us. '' 'I WANT TO SHOW HIM OUR LOVE!!!! LET ME DO IT!!!! LET ME DO IT!!!!' '' Not yet.  'WHY NOT!' I don't feel like it right now. I want to show him our love when that girl isn't there. '' 'Your right. We don't want to have an equal amount of love for each other'.''

We had gone through our regular routine, but with less John. Due to his absence, a lot more people showed their love to us. Hyacinth didn't want to show them our love because she said we should save it. It was soon after school and before John could do anything we quickly went up to him.

"John, we haven't been able to hang out a lot lately so would it be alright if we hung out now?" I asked.

"I guess that's ok, but I can't hang out for very long." He said following us out of the school texting something on his phone. '' 'Probably telling that girl that he has something to do before he hangs out with her. That's probably why he can't hang out with us for long.''' It hurts even more to think that. He must love us a lot.  'But now it's our turn to show our love'.

We had led him to a back alley where there were no people.

"Ugh. What are we doing here? I really don't have a lot of time to hang out." John said.

"Why? Got plans with that GIRL you've been hanging with," we said with our back turned to him.

"Wha-what do you mean?" He said nervously.  'HE'S LYING!'

"LIAR!" I yelled which was quite out of character for me. He jumped back a bit at my sudden outburst.

"You know very well what we mean. You must love us an awful lot. Because you sure caused us a lot of pain." We said laughing slightly. He seemed a bit confused.

"But we don't mind. You love both of us. So it's only fair....." we trailed off as we grabbed a random glass bottle.

"THAT WE SHOW OUR LOVE TO YOU!!!!!" Hyacinth took control of my body and broke the bottle. She ran at him full of rage. He was stunned for a second still processing what we had said. I blacked I promptly stopped. I looked over to my side and had seen that Hyacinth had stabbed him multiple times and had smashed the bottle right next to his head.  'I'M NOT DONE YET!! ' She yelled as she took control again. By the time I was back in control she had carved a heart in his body, smashed the glass bottle, and carefully put every shard into the carving.

"He couldn't handle our love, could he?" I asked.  'No.'  We walked away toward home, taking the long way through back alleys so we wouldn't look too out of place. When we got there the house was empty. Robin's still working. '' 'We should get a new look. We are now one. We must embrace it!''' We took our jester costume from our closet and put it on. We put our hair into pigtails so it looked like after the hair band our hair was a different color. We went to the kitchen and grabbed two knives and stuck them in the hair bands. We took mommy's shurikens and at the end of the strips of the dress like a piece of clothing tied most of the shurikens to every other strip, others we just held and, when we weren't using them, just put in our sleeve.

That girl was the cause of the new found love John had given us.  'It hurts to think of her with him doesn't it?'  That must have been her way of showing love. I say we return the favor. We went back to where we had left John's body before anyone had found it. We reached into his pocket and took his phone. We used his fingerprint to unlock it. He was, in fact, texting that girl while he was talking to us. We read their messages. '' 'HE HAD A DATE?!?! SHE RUINED EVERYTHING!!! HAD SHE NOT EXISTED HE WOULD NOT OF LEFT US!!!' '' It hurts. A lot. This love. What's a date though?  'NOT IMPORTANT!!!' We texted her and told her to meet us at a flower shop and she agreed. There's a back alley near the shop where we could show her our love. We waited in the alley for the girl. She walked by. At that moment Hyacinth had taken over. For some reason, I had not blacked out I was able to see and hear everything. She had quickly grabbed her and pulled her into the alley. She took the knives and stabbed them through the girl's hands so deep she had been pinned to the wall. She screamed in agony but was immediately silenced by the shuriken that had been thrown and cut right through her throat.

"You have shown us your love, NOW IT'S OUR TURN!!" Hyacinth yelled taking another shuriken and cutting the shape of a heart. She grabbed a rag and grabbed two glass bottles and broke them. She took out the first knife and replaced it with the bottle, doing the same with the other. She put the knives back into our hair and taking back our shuriken. I go back in control after a minute or two.

"This is what the love you gave us felt like. We just did the same thing to you." We said as we looked at our victim.

"Looks like you couldn't handle it. You're weak." We said turning away. '' 'Let's go see if Robin can handle our love. He introduced us to our new identity'.'' Robin loves us. I want to return the favor.  'Good.'

We climbed up onto the roof and used them to get back home because it was faster and waited for Robin. What if he CAN handle our love? '' 'Trust me. Our love is too great for a lot of people because our love is combined with all the love we have received. I don't think THAT guy can handle it .'''

Later that night Robin came home.

"Hello, Robin." We said.

"Skye? Is that you?" He asked.

"Not just me but both of us." We said shocking him.

"You have given us your love. In return, we will show you are love." I say letting Hyacinth taking control.

"LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN HANDLE IT!!!" She yelled as she threw a shuriken at his knee cap, making him cry in agony. She threw another at his shoulder, he used his other hand to reach into his bag. He pulled out something neither of us was happy to see. He pulled out a gun. She threw the shuriken at his hand but he had gotten three shots off. It didn't hit us anywhere vital but if we didn't get them healed we'd die of blood loss.

"THAT HURT GOD DAMN IT!!! NOW I WILL SHOW YOU THE SAME LOVE YOU HAVE JUST SHOWN ME!!!" She yelled incredibly angry taking the knives out if her hair and running towards Robin. She stabbed both deep into his stomach. She took the gun. She took the rest of the shurikens out. Then she took the knives and cut all the way through his stomach as Robin continued to scream. I knew by now someone had called the cops, but Hyacinth appeared to not care. She then shot the gun three more times into his body. One just below his chest, one in his shoulder, and finally, directly in between his eyes.

We could hear the sirens in the distance. We left the gun and tied the rest of our shurikens to our dress. We ran as fast as we could, Hyacinth still in control as she was physically better than me. I don't know how that works but while we were with John she said it had something to do with the strength of her soul, that was apparently stronger than mine. She said she would be in control had this vessel not been given to me instead of her originally. We once again used the rooftops to travel though we could tell that the blood loss was having an effect on us. We were starting to lose speed and we were clutching one of the gunshots that landed near our stomach. The other two had landed in our shoulder and our leg.

We landed in a clearing.

"It's too bad we can't kill all the people that have shown their love to us." She said out loud to me. '' 'Yeah. I wonder if there will ever be anyone who can ever be able to handle our love.'''

"Don't sound so sad. So many people have shown their love for us. If we keep giving our love to people then I guarantee someone will be able to handle it". She said responding to my thoughts. I want control back. I then felt all the pain that Hyacinth had been feeling from the fight with Robin. '' 'I was wrong. Robin was almost able to handle our love'.'' Your right. Maybe there is someone who can handle our love.

"But I don't think we have much time left to keep searching. It seems we're about to die." I say to Hyacinth out loud.  'Your right.' All of a sudden a very tall slim man came up to us. The blood loss must have got to our vision because I couldn't see his face. He reached his hand out to us. Out of desperation, we took his hand. Then......We blacked out.