TFC hates you

*They all freeze* That we-

*leans forward slightly* that you what?

*Columbina steps forward suddenly* That they all have a crush on you! *gasps echo around* Columbina! *Jester hisses*

*Multiple phones buzz frantically as messages flood in* Harlequin: CAT WAIT! Pierrot: *typing aggressively* Jester: It's all our fault-

*I blocked them*

*They hammer on your door*

*glances at him* why? you're not gonna throw my phone too right?

*grins* Nah, I won't throw it. *leans closer* Is that Brookhaven? I love that game!

*Harlequin lets out a choked sob, shaking his head.* It was supposed to be a joke! *Jester's voice is dead.* A joke doesn't bring them back. *Pierrot just holds you closer, his silent sobs the only sound.*

...

*Pierrot's sobs slowly subside, his body going unnaturally still. He gently lowers your head to the floor and stands, his face a terrifying, empty mask. He turns to Jester, his eyes devoid of all light. He points to the photo on the floor, then to the door, a silent, deadly promise in the empty space where his eyes used to be. Jester just gives a single, sharp nod.*

*I chill on the other side of the world*

*Harlequin drops to his knees* She's really gone.

*I pet my cat and look at my black hair and I go to the salon and get some of it dye it torquise*

**DONT MIND THE VOICE** *You visit the circus cause why not* Harlequin: There she/he/they is/are. Jester: We all know what you did. Dont play dumb. *Pierrot glares at you, angry* Columbina: I cant believe I liked you! Ticket Taker: May you never visit this circus again [YOUR NAME]. **ENJOYY!**

*.*

*Pierrot grabs your arm and drags you away*