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You are on your way to work, your ticket in your pocket. You are kinda excited to go to the circus after work, and you are glad that you didn't have to buy a ticket and Pierrot had given one to you. That is until one of the circus preformers stands in front of you, blocking your path.
"Hello!" He has a wide smile on his face, "Have you heard about the circus in town? I'm sure it will surprise you ♪ Here, take a flyer."
"No thanks, I already have a ticket." You decline.
"Oh! You already have a ticket? How wonderful! Was it a pink one, then?"
He began following you, you regret saying anything at all, "It was green, actually."
The clown froze for a moment. You continue walking. After a second or two, he quickly catches up to you, blocking your way, "A green ticket?" He stares at you with confusion. He still maintains a small grin. He looks for any sign of joking or mistaking.
You are dead serious, you had a green ticket, you are certain of it. Pierrot had given you a green ticket. "Yeah, it's green. I don't want to be late for work, can I get by you?"
He doesn't move, "It's just I... Who..." He begins, unable to get a sentence out, "... Can you show me your ticket?"
You pull out your green ticket. Maybe it'll be over with faster if you just do what he wants.
He pauses as he looks down at the ticket, then back up at you, again, trying to figure out if you were joking or not.
After a few moments, he continues, "That ticket is red. Pierrot gave that to you, am I correct?"
This catches you very off guard, "Yes, but I'm pretty certain it's green... Right...?"
The clown seems to hold back a small laugh, "Perhaps you are a little colorblind."
You look down at your allegedly red ticket. Perhaps you are.
He pulls out his own ticket, "Here, we can do a quick test, what color is this?"
They look like the same color, "It's... Red...? It looks the same as my ticket."
He shakes his head, "It's green, I'm afraid. Here, if it's no different to you, why not trade with me? I can take that red ticket, and you can have my green one. I'm the Harlequin, by the way."
You still weren't certain that you could mistake the colors, "... Are you sure? I'm pretty certain about myself..."
"My, how stubborn you are! Alright, why don't we play a little game? Hand me your ticket." You handed it over. Harlequin put his ticket and yours behind his back, presumably switching them up. He held them both out to you. "Alright, which one of these is your original, red ticket?"
You point at one of the tickets, they look almost the same to you, but you are desperate to prove that you are not colorblind.
"Sorry, that's the green one." Unbeknownst to you, you actually selected the correct ticket, you are just being lied to. But you don't know that, so it happens without protest. "Here, one last try."
He mixes up the tickets again. You feel a little crazy because they look even more similar. That's because they are both green now, but you don't know that, so it goes without protest.
"... That one...?"
Harlequin nods, "Correct! Good job." He almost hands you the incorrect, green ticket, before Pierrot arrives, snatching it away. He's giving Harlequin one of the most murderous looks you've ever seen. You are glad to not be in the receiving end of it. "Oh my... I was just attempting to clear up some confusion, no need to get angry."
You thought that this might actually be some weird act, but... You needed your ticket back. "So... That... Wasn't the correct ticket...?"
"No, it was just a small joke, no harm done." You are inclined to agree, but the look Pierrot is giving Harlequin makes you want to say otherwise.
"... So I'm not colorblind?"
"No, you most certainly are."
"Oh..." You check your watch, "Crap! I'm going to be late! Can I have my ticket back?"
Harlequin attempts to hand you a ticket, but that one is taken by Pierrot again, who somehow got an even more murderous expression.
"You're no fun." Harlequin hands you another ticket. Pierrot didn't take it from him, so it was probably the correct one. But you could only assume.
"What a shame you couldn't clear this up yourself, Pierrot." Harlequin began. You begin to leave, a little quietly and slowly so they don't notice. "You know, with your lack of a voice and all. You'll have to keep all those nasty thoughts to yourself~ Oh, once the Jester hears about this..."
You move far away enough. You are able to speed walk your way to work, and make it just on time. You sigh, wishing that you found out you were colorblind litterley any other way.