Ooc: This is a closed universe, so your character can get here a variety of ways.

Bic:

Corn, it was the only visible thing for miles. This enormous field stretched for what seemed like an eternity in every direction. Tall, thick stalks that stood well over six feet overshadowed the soiled earth. The wind was silent and no birds or insects sounded, it was as if the whole world was this cornfield and nothing more. Something would take place here that would disrupt this tranquility. The sun froze center in the sky, stalking the lonely field in anticipation for the event.

A figure of bones looked about his surroundings. His happening upon this land was by a miraculous accident. He was sitting in a hot springs, actually, enjoying a hot bath he couldn’t feel while watching a select few whom he couldn’t touch. He stayed out of eyesight, of course, being careful not to be spotted, until finally he stood to find a better spot. But somehow, he lost his footing and slipped into the pool. He was never this clumsy. Instantly he brought himself back to his feet, but found that he wasn’t buried in water anymore but in soil. Fate brought him here today, and fate would guide his footsteps. But Toofy didn’t believe in fate, to him everything was an enormous and ugly coincidence, an impossible one at that.

The former jester removed his cockscomb carefully, scratching his boned fingers on his bare scalp. It made no sense to him, in fact it was impossible. How did he end up here? All he did was take a bath and watch few women, shame he didn’t get to have fun with them first. Of course seeing who Toofy was, there wasn’t much fun he could have in that department.

Before the skeleton’s mind could wander any further, he caught sight of something. A figure, several meters in front of him, back turned and unmoving, features obscured by the stalks of corn. At first it appeared to be simply a scarecrow, save for that no stick was holding it in place. Toofy approached carefully, but even as he took his third step the person spoke. “Markus wishes you good luck.”

Toofy froze. Markus, he’d heard from him now and then, but what was this supposed to mean? He’d never contacted him in this fashion before. Toofy opened his jaw to speak, but before he could form his first word the strange figure was suddenly gone. It was almost as if he never really was there. Toofy finally gave up on trying to make sense of things, it actually didn’t matter really, he was quite used to the bizarre and abnormal.

But now Toofy was alone in a field of endless corn, nothing but the sound of his bells to keep him company and the words of an old friend to linger in his empty skull. As soon as he began to walk away, he heard a noise. A rustle in the stalks not ten feet away caught his undivided attention. Finally he found someone else, someone else to play with.

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