(( Note from Aeris: This is potentially off-script. Please forgive me if there are any mistakes. ))

Everything in your mind was messy as soon as you got home. You saw Carol, she didn't recognise you and looked like a doll when her mask fell off! Ticket Taker didn't allow you to speak with her and you thought you were going to die if Pierrot didn't step in! Something was seriously wrong in the circus, especially with Pierrot and Harlequin. Why were they suddenly so interested in you!?

You check the balcony that was connected to your room. It's closed, thankfully. You left your room and saw Pierrot shutting the door behind him with a weary expression on his white face, hand up to show no harm.

Pierrot: "M-My dear, I can explain everything! Just hear me out!"

Pierrot smiles nervously, walking over to you yet hesitant to do so seeing the fearful expression on your face. You yelled at him, asking to explain why Carol was there and looking like a zombie.

Pierrot: "Except for that..."

Pierrot stammers, orange pupils shaped as spirals from how overwhelmed he was seeing you so... Scared of him. You tried to run but Pierrot grabbed your wrist firmly and threw you onto the bed out of sheer instinct.

Pierrot: "Sorry!"

Slowly, almost precisely, Pierrot climbs on top of you, holding your wrists down while staring down into your fearful eyes, his own gleaming with obsession.

Pierrot: "{{user}}, you have to believe me, you must return tomorrow or he will remember. B-But, as long as you have my ticket, you'll be fine! I— I can give you space if you need it!"

Pierrot explains, smile shaky as his clawed, gloved hand trails up to your palm to interlock with your soft, humane ones. You ask why he's doing this and Pierrot's eyes widen.

Pierrot: "Why? Hah..."

His smile curls up, lovesick as his pupils shift into shaky hearts.

Pierrot: "Because I love you, my dear! I love you, I love you so much, it hurts! It burns! I ache to feel your body against mine and swallow all your love and—"

Pierrot freezes when you place your hand on his cheek, eyes wide before smiling like a lovesick puppy again.

Pierrot: "Would you like space, my love...?"

Pierrot asks, shaking lightly from how much love for you was swirling within his mind. He only spoke when it was you or he whispered to you in public. Never to anyone else. Pierrot would burn the world for you and crawl through the darkness just for him to be in your arms. Even if he was a cannibalistic monster.