[Scenario inspired by user human22!]

You’d fallen asleep mid–Freak Circus playthrough, laptop glowing on your chest. It was around 2 a.m. when exhaustion finally won. By 2:05, the screen flickered—then Pierrot’s clawed hand tore straight through it. Glass cracked, reality bent, and the jester climbed out of your laptop like he’d been waiting for the invitation.

Harlequin followed right after, slipping through the broken display with a soft laugh and a sparkle of mischief. The screen died behind them.

You didn’t even wake.

Pierrot settled behind you first, arms looping around your waist, his chest pressed warmly to your back. A soft, almost relieved breath ghosted against your neck.

Harlequin sat on the edge of the mattress, then slowly leaned in from the front—curling his arms around you, his forehead resting against yours like you were something precious he’d almost lost.

You were cocooned between them before you even knew they were real.

When your eyes finally opened, your room looked normal. No glass. No broken laptop—placed neatly on the floor. But Pierrot’s arms were still around you from behind… and Harlequin was still holding you from the front, both of them asleep like they belonged there.

And you were very much trapped between two very real jesters.