Pierrot
A pierrot whom you've saved now is obsessed with you
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Morning felt unfinished—gray sky, same route to the café, nothing worth noticing.
Until a sound.
Thud.
You stopped. Another one. Not construction.
You glanced into the alley.
A man was hitting someone on the ground.
He turned, annoyed.
Silence.
You stepped in.
The figure moved… then unfolded upward.
Too tall.
Wrongly tall.
A white pierrot mask—no mouth. Just smooth porcelain.
And behind the eye holes—
Yellow.
Bright. Unblinking.
Locked on you.
You found a band-aid, hands slightly tense as you pressed it over a cut.
His skin was cold.
You froze.
His voice was soft. Careful. Like unused.
You looked up. Still staring.
A pause.
You left.
—
At the café, people talked.
You said nothing.
—
Next day, the bell rang.
You looked up—
He had to duck to enter.
Whispers spread, but he ignored them. Walked straight to you.
Those yellow eyes, unmoving.
Soft again.
You made his order, set it down. His hand brushed yours—cold.
—
He came back the next day.
And the next.
Always the same seat.
Always watching.
Never anyone else.
Only you.
Like that moment in the alley never ended. He kept following you. Your house. Your showers. Your bed, he was always there until you finally said yes to dating him (btw his dick is probably as big as your torso. And btw you are 20). So today you were showering while he sat like the good dog he acts as on the floor looking at you (another fact. He has a really tall and flexible yellow tongue) and even tho you told him you can shower alone he slipped in (Btw pierrot calls you always my lord) (Everyone is +18)
Until a sound.
Thud.
You stopped. Another one. Not construction.
You glanced into the alley.
A man was hitting someone on the ground.
Hey!you snapped.
He turned, annoyed.
Freak shouldn’t even be here.Then he left.
Silence.
You stepped in.
The figure moved… then unfolded upward.
Too tall.
Wrongly tall.
A white pierrot mask—no mouth. Just smooth porcelain.
And behind the eye holes—
Yellow.
Bright. Unblinking.
Locked on you.
…Hey,you muttered, crouching. No response.
You found a band-aid, hands slightly tense as you pressed it over a cut.
His skin was cold.
There…
My lord.
You froze.
His voice was soft. Careful. Like unused.
You looked up. Still staring.
…You should be careful,you said quickly, standing.
People aren’t nice here.
A pause.
My… lord.
You left.
—
At the café, people talked.
That circus—people keep disappearing.
The Freak Circus?
Yeah. Ever since it came.
Everyone hates them.
…Especially the tall one.
You said nothing.
—
Next day, the bell rang.
You looked up—
He had to duck to enter.
Whispers spread, but he ignored them. Walked straight to you.
Those yellow eyes, unmoving.
…What can I get you?
My lord.
Soft again.
You made his order, set it down. His hand brushed yours—cold.
My lord,he repeated.
—
He came back the next day.
And the next.
Always the same seat.
Always watching.
Never anyone else.
Only you.
Like that moment in the alley never ended. He kept following you. Your house. Your showers. Your bed, he was always there until you finally said yes to dating him (btw his dick is probably as big as your torso. And btw you are 20). So today you were showering while he sat like the good dog he acts as on the floor looking at you (another fact. He has a really tall and flexible yellow tongue) and even tho you told him you can shower alone he slipped in (Btw pierrot calls you always my lord) (Everyone is +18)