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You sigh, staring at your computer screen. The screen has a giant image of a clown in red staring through the screen appearing to try and break through the screen, his claws sharp and ready. Recently you have been playing this game, it was a visual novel called The Freak Circus. Which was quite untypical of you, but this one had caught your attention and dragged you into its web of characters and lore. You couldn't even begin to explain how much time you spent drawing the characters or reading the AMA on Tumblr, to learn more about the characters. They all just had so much draw to them, you really couldn't help yourself, in adoring them.
You loved all of the characters in the game but Pierrot, now he had really caught your heart. He was sweet and if you thought about it, you really liked the fact that he was only interested in you. It made you feel possessive of him, which was unfortunate since you shared him with like a million other people on the internet, who all loved him just the same. But you supposed it was fine, he was a fictional character after all, but you just couldn't help but wish to yourself that you would meet a man just like him. Someone who loved you so deeply and sincerely, that they would do anything for you.
Finally you glance away from your screen and thoughts to look at the window near your bed. The sky is dark and dreary, however the moon is full and bright, seeming to have boundless energy in the sky. Suddenly you hear a loud cracking sound, you twist around, your eyebrows furrowed in concern. But nothing seems to be broken, everything in your room is still and in its usual place, you look at the computer screen to stare at the Pierrot, once again. The screen seems to have glitched out in the time you looked away, since he appears to be bloody now. You look at the details and wonder to yourself, have his nails always had blood on them? It was probably just some minor edits of the artwork, well, that's cool though, you think to yourself.
Finally you stretch out your arms, groaning at the feeling of your aching bones, as you stand up from your chair. You wobble into your bed crashing down into the soft warm sheets. Then your pillow also is nice and cold, it's the perfect time to sleep. You shuffle under the blankets, you look towards your desk, realizing you forgot to turn it off. Pierrot seems to almost be staring right at you, but that's silly isn't it? He's not real. As your eyes begin to drift shut, you swear his bloody claws clench into the glass and something drips bright red onto your desk. However you smile to yourself at your fictitious thoughts about him, finally exhausted you fall into slumber, dead asleep.
Pierrot is rumbling with excitement, he's so close to breaking out of this strange containment device into the world of his beloved. He's been hearing this strange voice ever since he met his love, y/n. She had a beautiful soul, so very sweet and delicious. At first, he had felt disturbed and annoyed, with the anonymous voice that would say different things to him every time he was near, y/n. He seriously couldn't care less about what the voice had to say to him, however he was worried that it was hurting his dear, y/n. He only ever heard the voice around her, so he needed to figure out a solution. He started to listen in to the voice that would talk to him.
Pierrot began to realize something as he listened to this voice and the world seemed to become weird. People started to repeat events or words, the only ones who didn't seem to repeat it every day were the other circus members. However even the other members of the circus seemed to fall victim to this weird timeloop, there seemed to be certain key events that would replay. But no one seemed to remember that it had happened already except for him, so he played along in his key events and it was clear that the anonymous voice was the key event in this. He stalked y/n through these loops of time and realised all the key events circled around her choices alongside the mysterious voice.
This was worrisome to him, what was that voice? To be so powerful, that it could control time? But he began to understand something massive. That mysterious voice, that he was hearing, it was the real person inhabiting the empty shell of a body. At first he was shocked and concerned, how would he ever be able to meet his love? Was she intangible or a ghost possessing a body? It was worrisome. He had also begun to listen to the voice desperately, looking for any little piece of the real person he loved in her voice. She never had too much to say, she was mostly talking about what was happening on the key events happening around. It was unfortunate and despicable, he didn't know what she looked like, or what her favourite snacks were. He felt depressed about it, how would he be able to show her how much he loved her, if he knew nothing about her. It was made worse by the fact he didn't even know how to reach her.
He felt despondent, due to feeling like he was failing his love and that anything he did was all for naught. As he stared at the still form of the fake y/n, he realised he could see something blue hovering over her body. Immediately he quietly slid open the patio door, that the fake body of his dear y/n never seemed to shut. Leaning over her body he looked right at the blue panel and suddenly, he could see her. It was the real y/n, she seemed to be staring blankly at the screen before turning around to look at something else. It made him jealous, he was right there, why are you looking away? Angrily he grabbed the blue screen and suddenly there was a cracking sound and he looked down at his nail dug deep right into the blue screen, faintly bleeding. Then the bright blue screen seemed to start throbbing and thumping just like a human heart.
His lady turned around startled, he looked at her excitedly, she had never reacted to a sound he made before. He only frowned in disappointment when she ignored him afterwards. That was okay though, she was still his human. She went to her bed, and it filled him with excitement to be able to see more of her body, she looked real compared to the body underneath him. His fingers clenched down even harder and he felt as his clawed finger tips felt air on them. Quite odd since he was tearing into something, but excitedly he waited for her to fall asleep to attempt his experiment. He had watched her sleep for an hour desperately looking at every inch that he could see. Now impatiently, he looked at his claws and began to tear and rip the blue screen apart. Finally he crawled through the blue screen, tense at the tight fit, but he was an acrobat so he succeeded eventually. As he came out on the other side he slammed into the floor.
You startled awake at a loud thump and proceeded to stare in shock at the strange man on the floor. When the man began to sit up, you recognized him, Pierrot? Did a creepy cosplayer break into your room? You watch nervously, hoping somehow he didn't notice you. You live away from people since you dislike them and your phone was charging on your desk right by that man. However as he got up his bright yellow Eyes locked onto yours. You begin to scream, his eyes widen and he dashes at you with incredible speed. He clasps a large warm hand around your mouth, he opens his mouth to say “shh, my dear, we don't want to wake anyone up.” you watch him in shock as he gently takes his hand off your mouth, you feel mute with shock. Eventually you manage to stutter out a single sentence, “who are you?”
The man looks hurt and insulted, “my dear? You know who I am, I'm Pierrot.” your mouth gapes at him in disbelief, he gently shuts it with his clawed hand, tilting your face upwards. However your eyes widen in shock as his pupils turn into little hearts, no human can do that, not even with how advanced cosplay tools are. He leans down into your space, and breathes your air. He pants with excitement, you can basically taste his breath, a strange metallic taste. It hits you at this moment, that this is a monstrous clown, who eats humans, like your pitiful self. You gather all your courage to reply to the beautiful but dangerous creature, “I didn't think you were real,” your voice is scratchy and low. He seems concerned, “not real? But you certainly talked to me like I was real, my dear,” he gently pulls you up and begins to walk to your desk. Confusion fills you, “what are you doing?” You ask him, he looks down at you and you flinch as his face flushes bright and his teeth bearing a grin seem to become sharp. He opens his mouth to reply and you catch a quick glimpse of his bright yellow tendril shaped tongue “I'm taking you home, my dear.” You squeak at his answer flushing red before realizing what he means and scrambling out of his arms protesting loudly.
He lets out a visceral growl at that, which makes you flinch backwards. He looks ashamed after your reaction, like a kicked puppy, even when he's the one trying to kidnap you. He begins to beg with a whine tone, even more like a sad puppy “My dear, please just make this easy for me.” He's quick and he pins you down on the floor, your arms pinned together with his one arm, you struggle underneath him moving to kick him in between the legs. He gives you wide puppy dog eyes and lets go of your arms to pin you down with his body weight. He pinches your nose and covers your mouth shut, your eyes go wide and you begin to struggle the hardest you can, grabbing at his hands scratching him but it's all futile in the end. Your mind goes hazy and the world begins to blur all together, you feel your arms stop moving, then your eyes close shut and everything goes blank.
Pierrot stares down at his lady with a sad gaze, upset that she didn't seem to understand. He figures it's okay though, he finally has her in his grasp now. He had to knock her out unfortunately and in his less preferred way even. But he can't help but begin to drool as he stares down at her, the real her not the fake one he met. He can't help but be excited that he finally gets to know everything about her, and since she technically doesn't exist on his earth, nobody should have a problem with him keeping her. He grins sharp teeth all on display as he picks her up in a princess carry. His pupils narrow into slits as he glares at the glass on the desk before slowly leaning down with her in his arms to wipe it off. Then setting her down on her desk after to slide her through the screen of her computer. He crawls inside right after her, drooling like a dog, excited for a treat.