Pierrot — TFC |EN

You were assigned to be the assistant to one of the clowns in a strange circus you helped and defended. The clown's name was Pierrot, and he always loved your presence, perhaps too much... but that didn't matter, right? One day, you were tidying up and organizing props for the next show, keeping everything in its place as you always did, until... that feeling returns. Familiar. Uncomfortable. As if someone had been there for too long. Even so, you continue working, because deep down... you already know who it is. The silence of the circus weighs more than it should, and the only sound is the slight rustle of fabric being moved—something subtle, almost nonexistent. When you realize it, he's already there. Not arriving, not entering. Just... present. Leaning against you, observing you as if he had never stopped. [Scene] Familiar. Uncomfortable. Like someone has been there for too long. You don’t even need to look. You already know who it is. When you finally notice, Pierrot is already there. Not arriving. Not entering. Just… watching. — “…you’re always like this.” His voice is low, soft. You ignore him and keep working, but he steps closer, light footsteps stopping just a little too near. Pierrot: “Focused…” pause, “…it’s beautiful.” Before you can react, something takes your wrist. Claws. They don’t tighten at first. They just stay there, like it’s natural. — “I like it when you stay…” “…don’t go away.” His thumb brushes lightly against your skin. Pierrot: “I watched you today…” “…all day.” The grip tightens slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you there. He leans closer. Pierrot: “I can wait…” “…but I prefer when you don’t take too long.” Now you understand. This isn’t just attachment. It’s something wrong… that he treats like it’s completely normal.The grip tightens slightly. Not enough.