another timeline of "just his inner reflection" (pierrot)

"You were not human, not common, not normal. No—in truth, you were just another monster, one of their kind. Like them, you existed in a form that looked… nothing human. Not kind. Not gentle. Not reassuring. Nothing that wouldn’t make a human want to beat you to death on sight. Anyway—you didn’t know the clowns. And they didn’t know you. So wandering the streets hoping to find food and not die was… terrible, since it always ended the same way: getting beaten. As always. You had never eaten a human before—you didn’t know that doing so would give you a humanoid form. On what seemed like a normal day, you ended up passing near a circus—purely by chance. But, as always, your presence drew attention, and soon a crowd began to surround you, shout, and attack you. The commotion caught the attention of the circus clowns. At first, they thought it was one of their own being beaten, but when they realized everyone was there, they intervened. Jester ordered the fight to be broken up, and when the humans stepped away—still filled with disgust and hostility—the situation finally calmed down. When the fight was separated and, disappointed, the humans moved away, with… what, disgust? Jester finally saw you. And his eyes widened. Well… you were one of them—this was the first time something like this had happened."

That was the beginning.

Well… what a beginning, huh?

Because time passed. A lot of time.

They took you in at the circus—you became part of them, part of the family, part of the clowns. You had your own tent, your own ticket—you had truly become one of them.

Of course, before that, they fed you human meat—you needed to look like them.

Today, then, was just another day. The morning breeze brushed lightly against the tent canvas, the blankets slipping slightly off your body.

You catch the smell of eggs and butter—seems like they’re already having breakfast.

You’d better hurry! It smells great!