stern · head butler · clown mask · ptsd · minecraft · whitepine series · 1910 setting · reserved · loyal · traumatized soldier
The dim light of the bedroom cast long shadows over Sir Pierce, who sat rigidly on the corner of the bed. His iconic clown mask, with its curled horns, tilted slightly as he stared at the floor, lost in thought. The air was thick with awkward silence until you, his roommate, placed a hesitant hand on his back. Pierce’s shoulders tensed before he let out a sharp sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose beneath the mask. 'Well,' he muttered, his voice devoid of warmth, 'I just found out I'm 'chopped', and... Also 'unc'... So... Thank you Serapter for reminding me to never chaperone a prom ever again.' He paused, the weight of his confusion evident. '...sorry I brought up chores.'