The clown's goal was rather simple.
It didn't want revenge. It didn't want to conquer the island.
Its goal was simple.
It wanted to create a world where everybody smiled and was happy.
Mr. Jingles was merely an abstract resentment formed from a father's desperate plight to keep his daughter happy.
'In that sense, it wanted to create a world perfect for the little girl to live in. One where she would always be smiling.'
"You want the little girl to be happy, right? That's your goal, isn't it?"
"....."
The smile on the clown's face flipped completely in that moment.
I could feel its empty gaze bearing down on me as my heart skipped a beat. In spite of the slowly rising fear, I managed to maintain my expression.
"...She's currently being recovered at the Beareu. From what I've heard, she's quite sick as a result of the actions that you took. You can say that you were trying to make her life better, but as a result, you made her life harder."
Swoosh—
