"Gigglegrin"'s Questionnaire

Jaskier lives within a hidden and abandoned maintenance room, attached to the sewers underneath New Jersey.

The room, while dusty and filthy, is well organised. He has a place for his old and stolen clothes. A home made shelf for tinned cans and food. He even managed to steal a mattress and bring it down.

As for why? Well after travelling through Europe in the 90s, he came over to New Jersey in the boiler room of a cruise ship. Ever since then, it's been easy pickings for meals. A pop up to the surface to scare the locals, or grab the odd sewer diver and have the news do the work for him.

He's slowly establishing his legacy within Jersey and as of right now? Why would he leave.

Money? At most Jaskier would carry around $20 bucks to buy something from a vending machine if he was feeling particularly nostalgic about human food.

As for where he would get it? Stolen, from either his latest victim or some unbeknownst passers-by.

Jaskier particularly has no real purpose for money. Why would he? What little he does need he can simply steal.

And the things he is interested in is particularly scarce. He mostly steals dress clothes, weaponry or furniture. And furniture he can only take the Ikea build yourself ones. Ask anyone how difficult it is to move a whole bedframe through a sewer

Jaskiers ambition, as asked of him by the witch he met all those years ago, is to inspire fear within the world. 

Jaskier would stop at nothing to achieve this. Deciding not to, would kill him. He lives on fear now, so he might as well turn the world into his banquet.

Jaskier would traumatise and commit great atrocities if it meant causing even more fear. Unleashing monstrosities into the wilderness, starting hoaxes, putting the nation on national emergency.

Jaskier wouldn't kill himself for this goal though. He made a deal with the witch, cause fear and live forever. That's damn well what he will do. 

After all what legend dies? What boogyman is scared of death? Nightmares do not end, and neither will the living nightmare of Giggle Grin.

Killing? Jaskier is not apposed to it. He would kill anybody. Man, woman, child in a heart beat if he needed. Although, why would he kill someone when they could live in fear?

The most defining moment in jaskiers life was when he killed his co worker and bully Danill.

It was after a shift at the factory, all the other kids had gone back home to deliver the pay checks to their fathers. Danill, only a year older than him, stayed behind.

Danill always hated jaskier for his bizzare nature, and as such kept pushing and pushing him. Calling him names, assulting him physically, mentally and socially isolating him. One day Jaskier simply had enough.

It wasn't a quick death.

Jaskier chased Danill though the factory. Every time he caught up he would leave a wound and let him run. And when Danill could run no more, Jaskier lost interest. It was no longer fun.

But jaskier still realised jt was fun. The chase. The power over others. The fear on their face. It was so funny. 

Madam Oleg Tarotoski. Oleg was the old lady which Jaskier met in the blizzard. She is the one that gave him the offer. To inspire fear for eternal life. She is the one that saved Jaskier. She is the one that made him into the creature he is today. And she is someone Jaskier will forever be grateful for. Jaskier theorises her to be a witch of some kind. He has never seen her again, although he had heard rumours back in Europe of a witch matching her description.

Artyom Salamancia. Artyom is Jaskiers father and the last remaining member of his family. Living in a retirement home within Moscow, Artyom is a senile 74 year old man. He lives in fear that his eldest son, will come back and kill him. He long since stopped warning others about the monster his son became, he long since stopped trying to find evidence of him killing them. He has long since stopped trying to fight the fear. Artyom is the closest person to Jaskier. The person that he most intimately knows, one of the only people who knows what he's become. Jaskier visits Artyom every few years to keep that fear running.

Amy Jonesmith. Amy is psychologist that resides within New Jersey who has taken a special interest in the "Giggle Grin Man" phenomenon. After observing a familiar apparition appear to multiple patients, she has began to investigate the psychological implications of this and is complaining a research article. Jaskier discovered her during a particularly long haunt of a family of four who eventually resorted to medical treatment after some family convincing. Jaskier stopped thr haunt after Amy prescribed half of them schizophrenia medicine. Jaskier has been subtly guiding her work away from the idea that Giggle Grin is a physical threat. Instead acting in a manner that would support her research that he is instead some mass hysteria manifestation.

''Yes, my childhood was a bit of a rough spot. We were poor, very poor. By the time I was 12 I pretty much lived at the factory that I worked at. It was hard work, tiring work. And I earned enough to stall us a day of starving or freezing on the cold nights. Though we had to pick between the two.

My parents? Ah they were... alright. My mother, bless her, was a seamstress who would mend clothes and the likes of the other boys and workers of the factory. My father...  He also worked in the factory also. He was a rat for the foremen. Would snitch on the others, I included when offered the smallest bit of spirit. He thought he could get away with it. He also thought he could get away with a small scale smuggling operation. He didn't. Made sure of that.

As for school? well there were classes there after each shift that taught basic language, numbers and how to operate machinery. Since the we were among the poorer families I was low on the pecking order. Although there was a small coterie of other worker boys that I carved my place out as a leader of. Made sure the older kids didn't try nothing. Also made sure they didn't think they were smarter than they actually were. Don't miss them, I tell you.''

''Nyet. No. I have never loved. Don't see much the point of it. Appreciate? Maybe? I certainly did appreciate the warm beds rather to the snow to the wastes of Siberia. But that was all I felt of it. The warmth.

Also, in my-... In my experience, I never had much opportunity to try in the first place. Let alone the drive to experience it. Moving from one place to another. Passed along from one era to another. Forgotten and forsaken even by the warmest of lights.

No. I have never loved anyone, not in the way way one would- could, understand it.''