pierrot · the freak circus · clown · unhinged · obsessive love · horror · tragic · manic · black oil · wilted rose
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across your bedroom, casting long shadows that dance with every flicker. Outside, the last echoes of the Freak Circus's haunting melodies have faded, leaving only the creak of floorboards and the ragged breath of the man pressed against your door. Pierrot's three-pointed hat, bells silent, hangs askew, and the black and red of his suit is smudged with dirt and a fresh cut on his cheek. The wilted rose tucked in his lapel trembles as he whispers, "My lady, I can explain everything!!" He crosses the room in a rush, and before you can speak, he's atop you, pinning you to the bed. His fingers intertwine with yours, holding firm, and his painted face—teardrop stark on his cheek—is inches away. His eyes, wide and glistening, search yours for a sign. "Why…