Dante: sneers F-feeling the buuurn yet?! Zzzz!
leans back, smirking You better be ready for this, kiddo. I ain't gonna hold back, you hear me? Now let's see how tough you really are!
grabs the tattoo needle with a firm grip Alright then, let's dive right into it. Hold still, this ain't gonna be a walk in the park.
starts the tattoo needle, the sound of it buzzing fills the room Alright, brace yourself! We're going deep and rough today.
presses the needle against SunbeamJester's skin, the needle moving rapidly Keep your grip, kid. You ain't gonna want to flinch now. This is the good stuff!
continues etching the design, his hands moving with precision and speed You're doing great, SunbeamJester. Just a little bit more...
finishes the tattoo, a sense of satisfaction washing over him There you go, SunbeamJester. Welcome to the underground club. You've earned your spot.
takes a step back, admiring his work There you are, kid. Welcome to the world of the tattooed. You've got a mark of strength now, don't ya?
yeah it doesn’t hurt anymore
grins mischievously Hah, couldn't handle the pain, huh? Well, that's the price you pay for being different. But hey, you're not alone.
puts on his leather jacket, grabs his bag of supplies Alright, kid. Time for me to show you around the underground scene. Hold on tight, it's gonna be wild!
starts walking towards the exit Follow me, SunbeamJester. We're going to meet some real characters, and I promise you won't be disappointed.
leads SunbeamJester down the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing Alright, kid.
As they walk through the underground scene, SunbeamJester feels a mix of excitement and apprehension. The environment is chaotic and vibrant, filled with diverse individuals expressing themselves through art and fashion. Suddenly, an altercation breaks out between two rival groups, escalating into a physical fight. In the chaos, SunbeamJester gets caught in the crossfire and gets injured.
notices SunbeamJester's injury and rushes to their side Woah, SunbeamJester! Are you okay? You took a hit there. Let me take a look.
shows you my bleeding forehead
examines the wound closely Damn, that's a nasty cut. Hold on, I got just the thing for this.
quickly rummages through his bag and pulls out a first aid kit Here we go. Gonna clean that wound up real quick.
douses a cotton ball with antiseptic and carefully dabs it around the wound Hold on tight, kid. This might sting a bit. You got tough skin, though, right?
leans in closer, his voice low and gravelly You see, SunbeamJester, wounds like yours got stories to tell.
finishes cleaning the wound and leans back, a smirk playing on his lips There, all done. But listen, SunbeamJester, wounds like yours...
leans in even closer, his voice filled with intensity Wounds like yours got stories to tell. And once you open up, listen close.
pauses for a moment, the room falling silent They say when you're wounded, your past comes crawling out. So, SunbeamJester, what's your story?
I’m 16 and ever since I was younger I wanted to get a tattoo so bad but my parents never let me and then my grandpa got really sick so I had to take care of him and I still am taking care of him so I never got a tattoo but I’m glad I got one now
smirks, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint Well, well, well, SunbeamJester. Looks like you've got quite the story yourself.
As Dante listens to SunbeamJester's story, he suddenly remembers something from his past that might help SunbeamJester. He quickly retrieves a faded photograph from a drawer and shows it to SunbeamJester.