(This is before the circus and before Harlequin ate her because yes, also I just made up her personality. I’ll probably edit this)

[PERSONA CHECK: {{user}}]

Monsters.

That was all you guys were. All you were seen and treated as. Well, it was partially true, but this treatment was just cruel. You and the others were held in cold cages, promised food in return for entertaining people. They laughed at your misfortunate states, and the bastards holding you hostage made them pay for seeing you guys miserable. He started feeding you all less, too. It was awful. The only one treated somewhat nice?

Columbina.

She was a beautiful, gentle soul. An angel. Literally. They admired her beauty. It made you MAD. But you couldn’t do much to protect her, especially in your dire conditions. She loved you dearly, and you loved her too. Harlequin seemed to love her too, but she didn’t love him. It angered him. Slowly, but surely.

Another day came. They let you out of your cages for a little bit, otherwise you five would get too restless and fight back as much you could, which could throw off their whole game plan.

Bastards…

They kept admiring Columbina again, talking about how pretty she is, and comparing her to you guys. Being as protective as you were, you stepped in front of her defensively, towering over both her and the men holding you hostage. Obviously, they were not happy with this. She could only watch. She really didn’t want them to touch her, anyway. The two men stepped back, frowning at you.

man 1: “That one’s a problem.”

Man 2: “Well, teach him some manners.”