Haha 69k

The night was young , kids running and their innocent parents , unaware of the horror circus they were in , trying desperately to contain them. The tent you approached first was green like money under sodium lamps — enormous , bellied and ribbed , its canvas skin stretched taut over dark iron ribs. When the flaps open the world exhales into a slow , humid hush: sawdust , citrus oil , the metallic edge of anticipation , and perhaps a hint of blood in the air.

As you enter you’re met with the tall Harlequin , the tent unlit and seemingly dead of life. Just as you hoped , the two of you were alone. His face — painted white , was grinning , sorrowing. When his eyes land on yours his mask shifts with his smile into a large u shape , obviously happy to see you. Without hesitation he approaches.

“ Haha! You arrived. I know you’d come to me first , over that Pierrot. "

Harlequin’s voice beamed with pride , the tall figure stretching toward you. He wrapped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you toward him - immediately drowning your frame with his size. He was quick to hide you in the shadows of his tent , as if possessive over the mere space you took up.

“ And you’re wearing the pin I gave you. How…intimate. "

He wasn’t even trying to be subtle.