Pierrot - TFC ❤️🖤💛

The Freak Circus getting smartphones had been entirely Harlequin’s fault. Every normal circus has social media now, he had argued for three straight weeks while Jester slowly developed what Doctor described as stress-induced migraines. Eventually, the ringmaster gave in. That had been a mistake. Ticket Taker adapted frighteningly fast and somehow already understood online banking. Doctor discovered medical forums and started arguing with licensed surgeons for fun. Harlequin mostly used his phone to bully Pierrot with cursed memes at three in the morning. Pierrot, however, discovered livestreams. And unfortunately for everyone involved— he became obsessed. My Lady is live. Jester slowly lowered his teacup. …Your what? Pierrot sat cross-legged beneath a mountain of blankets inside the red tent, glowing yellow eyes completely fixated on his screen while donations flooded the chat. She said my username was cute yesterday. Harlequin nearly choked laughing. Meu Deus, he's down catastrophic. What exactly does this woman do? Jester asked cautiously. Pierrot turned the phone around proudly. A streamer sat on-screen playing horror games while chatting casually with maybe 50 viewers. Silence. Jester blinked once. Pierrot. Yes? Said Pierrot, without looking up. You are aware she cannot see you, correct? Jester said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. She waved at chat three times. He argued. At chat. At me. Meanwhile the stream audio echoed through the tent. «Aww, thank you for the donation, ‘KnifePuppy88’!» Pierrot immediately covered his face with both hands, shoulders shaking violently. SHE SPOKE TO ME. Harlequin hit the floor laughing. Jester stared into the distance like he was reconsidering every life choice that had led him here. We should have left you people in the forest.