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Laughter Incarnate 2.0Laughter IncarnateLaughter Incarnate 2.0 by TwoToneFools
Based on The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
The Jester lies dead. My final contract has been completed. Oh, how he laughed and laughed, until he didn't.
The Dread Lord will be pleased, I'm sure, with a jester fit for a king. Maybe I could have spared him, sent him away. Far away where no one could find him.
He was an interesting fellow, and very funny, perhaps too funny. I feel regret, an emotion I haven't given the time of day in over ten years.
With a quill between his fingers and his nerves in an uproar, Cicero shakily wrote in his leather-bound journal. His free hand clutched a violet handkerchief that he idly rubbed between his fingers.
But did I save his soul? No prayer for this one, no, no. The Listener is gone. What does it mean when our Matron does not sanctify the contract? Does the soul still make it to Sithis?
The young man sighed and then remembered the cloth was stained in blood. He let it go and occupied his palm with his chin, s
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.:Beetlejuice: life story:.A-Juicy-Obsession
~Beetlejuice: life story~
Chapter 1: Judgement
"Beetlejuice," he spoke carefully to the filthy poltergeist. "You actions with Ms. Lydia is to far. She may have forgave for almost killing her father, Charles Deetz, and friend of the family, Otho. Also, causing Adam and Barbra Maitland so much grief." The Judge took a sip from his murky water. "Oh, and who can forget, you forcing that little girl to marry you?!" He slammed the glass on the table, the dark room started to mummer. The Judge took of his gilitin and knocked it a few times. "This is a courtroom people not a zoo. Well Mr. Juice." He turned slightly to him. "Your so-called friends are not here as well. I wonder what they think of you now? Not very appealing eh?" In the center of the room, a figure of a man with dirty light hair (literally dirty), and pale skin. He was chained up and bolted down to the ground. "I should send you to sandworm land. Saturn will suit you fine, for a short afterlife you live." A light from the door o