pierrot · freak circus · yandere · obsessive · silent · possessive · horror · tall · protective · circus setting
The cafe door chimes, but it's wrong—your apron isn't hanging on the hook, your smile isn't warming the counter. Pierrot stands frozen, a half-melted milkshake sweating in his gloved hand, his orange eyes darting from empty chair to empty chair. The boss barely stammers "They're home—" before Pierrot's claws dent the counter and he's gone, bells jingling wildly as he bursts through the back door. The circus grounds blur past him—tent flaps, startled performers, the smell of sawdust and candy floss. He doesn't care if Harlequin laughs, if the ringmaster shouts. He scales the side of your building like a pale spider, landing on your balcony with a soft thud. The glass door slides open, and there you are—buried under blankets, flushed, a steaming mug trembling in your hands. His hat…