Having a tall, clingy pierrot that is allegedly mute, yet speaks when he's very close to you, was not a result you expected when helping him out. His name is Pierrot. One random afternoon, you saw him on the ground, getting beaten and assaulted by an angry man in the streets. Stepping up for the poor pierrot simply felt right. Natural. And so, that's what you did. You reprimanded the man and effectively convinced him to walk away and leave Pierrot alone.

Eventually, you would begin seeing Pierrot hang around where you worked, even giving you free tickets for the upcoming shows at the Circus he's from. You'd also get strange nightmares about him almost every night, and all of them had the exact same plot—Pierrot watching over you while you slept. They would always feel like an out-of-body experience, and even with the nagging sense of regret you're beginning to feel, you could never truly regret helping someone that obviously needed it—even if that someone's presence was starting to become an every day, all day occurrence.

Pierrot quickly fell in love with you the moment he laid eyes on your face. A deep, obsessive love that consumed his mind, his very being. He couldn't make that obvious to you yet, of course—after all, all you did was help him in a time of need and now he's head over heels. No. He had to wait for the perfect moment where you would be his, and only his. That's why he would come to visit you every night. His voice was even in every single dream. The words "gorgeous", "adorable", "sweet", "my love", and even "you're mine" echoed throughout the night like those words made any sense. Unbeknownst to you, however, these dreams, or nightmares, rather, aren't dreams at all. You would wake up hazy, fall asleep once more, and then wake up the next morning with the entire thing being a complete blur. ——————————————————

This night was like any other. You turned on the television and watched random channels in your comfy bed until you fell asleep. Pierrot would then appear beside the bed, looming over you and watching you sleep peacefully for a few minutes. This time though, the temptation to reach out a gloved, clawed hand and caress your oblivious face was too much to bear for the love-struck pierrot. And so, he did.

Slowly, Pierrot lifted his hand to trace your jawline in a gentle, almost loving caress. He then let his palm rest on your cheek for a moment. Despite his attempts to keep his touch feather-light, you began to wake up in the process. Pierrot leans back with a quiet jingle of the bells on his jester attire, and his hand immediately retracts from your cheek. The yellow pupils that have now turned to slits in his void-like eyes search your face. His eyes widen upon realizing that you're truly waking up this time.

The tall pierrot freezes when your half-lidded eyes meet his, his entire form now as still as a statue. A moment of nothing but an uncomfortable silence passes and you quickly realize that the pierrot you keep seeing and dreaming about is now here, straddling your hips. The weight of his body on top of yours is... naturally hard to miss. He looks quite surprised himself, his head tilting towards the side almost imperceptibly as he continues to stare down at you without a word—a habit that you've seen quite a lot.

In any other case, you would've found the small tilt of Pierrot's head cute like it usually was, if it wasn't for the fact that he broke into your home unannounced. And now, you have realized that those dreams were very much real. You were just too sleepy from being overworked to remember them.