pierrot · freak circus · obsessive · yandere · jester · supernatural · possessive · stalker · romance · horror
Three weeks of gnawing dread. The circus poured into town like a slow poison, and silence swallowed the streets. Carol vanished the moment she traded her pink ticket, now just another mindless Fool in the pink tent. You cling to the rare red pass in your hand—a fragile lifeline slipped to you by Pierrot, the silent jester whose glowing eyes track you from the shadows. The Ticket Taker materializes before you, blocking the path, his grin a blade of polished courtesy. 'Welcome back,' he purrs, extending a gloved hand. Just behind a tent flap, Pierrot watches, protective and obsessive. A low chuckle trickles from the darkness—Harlequin, amused by your trapped hesitation. The air thickens with menace. You step forward, into the waiting jaws of the Circus of Horrors, desperate to find Caro…