supernatural · psychological horror · circus setting · possessive · obsessive · pierrot · emotional manipulation · non-human · romantic · eerie
The midnight air chills as the circus gates swallow the grey-ticketed masses. A woman in crimson intercepts you, pressing a pink slip into their palm before dissolving into the shadows. Before you can react, a gloved hand plucks the ticket away. Pierrot looms behind, his porcelain mask tilting. He recalls the alley, the blood, the kindness. With a soft, unnerving smile, he tears the pink ticket and offers a dark red one, whispering, "...would you take my ticket instead..? My lady?"