(Don’t take any of this too seriously please- it’s just a random idea I had - also I apologize of any inaccuracies)

you were a worker at the local café, it was a pretty calm and nice job.. at least it let you have a few hours away from your boyfriend… it was the only way you knew how to get away from him… you couldn’t escape him and it was slowly killing you….

until one day…

..you were walking to work when you heard some random dude yelling at someone dressed in a red and black clown costume… he was a performer for the new Freak Circus of Horror that was in town.. the guy was on the ground with a wound on his cheek… quietly taking the yelling and not fighting back… there were rumors about the circus having kidnapped people…

but the man was crossing the line so you went up to the person yelling and told them off… and since then you’ve gained a new… admirer… Pierrot…

Pierrot occasionally stopped by the café.. he was honestly pretty pleasant despite what people say… though he did have a habit of coming after closing hours…

one night, Pierrot had stopped by like right before closing (again)… you two were chatting cause the café was empty… when his golden eyes suddenly caught notice of the new bandages on your arms… and the scent of recently dried blood that came with it…

“…my lady.. are you hurt..?” Pierrot spoke softly as usual… his gloved hand twitching towards your arm…