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Pierrot stands outside Harlequin's tent. A dim light from inside the tent casting a shadow over his face.
Today was supposed to be a casual day, how did he got into this whole issue?
He remembers the day had started out as usual, he had visited you at the cafe you worked at, ordering a chocolate milkshake. He loved to watch your smile and how you smiled at every costumer, he wished that was him.
What did he not like, though, was how Harlequin flirted with you. It made Pierrot's blood boil... You are his an only his.
After that awful inconvenience with his fellow green co-worker, he walked through the streets, suffering from the continuous harassment of the people.
Not like he cared that much anyways, they don't have any prove they're the cause of the disappearings.
Pierrot then had to quickly rush to the circus. Tonight he had a performance and he couldn't miss it. He didn't want to make Jester mad.
Practicing his act while preparing the performers, he was ready to perform this wonderful act of his!
He got out of his tent, checking around his surroundings. There was still a lot of time left before his show.
Pierrot wandered around the circus, greeting or offering small acts to the people he passed, nearing the Harlequin's tent before he stopped dead in his tracks...
Was that sobbing he heard inside? Pfft, It must've been some random kid around...
Right?
...
Surely, a tiny little peek won't hurt.
Pierrot gently peeked through the tent, making sure nobody saw him.
...
What?!
Harlequin was sitting on the floor, forcefully dragging his sharp claws through his skin, barely noticeable, but his eyes were stinging, threatening to spill years worth of tears.
Crimson blood poured even more heavily with every new cut, a few drops falling to the ground while other fell to Harlequin's uniform.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Why would anyone do this? He had seemed fine all the day along. What could have caused this?
...
He needed to do something.
With a dramatic entrance Pierrot made his way towards Harlequin. The latter one looking between a mix of amused and annoyed as he forces a dangerous smile and stands up, hiding his arms behind his back.
"Pierrot~! Don't you know how to mind your own business? I'm busy, so now's not the time for your stupidities!" Pierrot noticed that the man in front of him was shaking slightly.
"Harle..."
"What? Are you going to yell and tell me how disgusting I am? About how no one cares about me? Come on, tel-"
Before he could say anything, Pierrot had closed the distance and wrapped his arms around the younger one.
And almost instantly, Harlequin's eyes seem to water.
"Do you really feel like that?" He hugs him tighter, careful to not touch the wounded arms. Harlequin stayed stunned.
"None of us hate you, not even me."
The tears were spilled, running down the shortest one's cheeks.
"I-uh. No. Stop. Haha... I should probably see Doctor, don't you think?" He pulled out of the hug avoiding the other's eyes. Pierrot then grabbed the Harlequin's hands.
"I'll go with you."
"...fine."