Pierrot || Long ahh tongue 🤤

POV sent in They/Them!

" I assure you, I'll make you smile during my performance. "

Those were the last words you had heard before unconsciously falling down by a certain performer drugging your candy apple. Everything was fine until you had associated with that circus, helping the red performer, the usual quiet one led to a downfall on your sense of life. He was always watching you from a distance, even while you slept in your apartment, you couldn't find the words to stop him, he was obsessed to the point of taking your dirty clothes and sniffing them.

By the time you got home from the coffee shop, the job being at least a safe space for you to be away from those performers even with the rude costumers that rarely come back after yelling at you. It wasn't a well-paying job, you earn $12 per hour to deal with removing papers from the windows, cleaning up tables, making coffee or drinks, serving food, by yourself since your co-worker and best friend had recently "ran away" from home.

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Apartment Complex. 7:30 PM, becoming dark slowly.

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"My dear… are you alright? You had passed out after my performance…"

You recognized that oddly, deep voice, it was slightly inhuman so you immediately bolted up. It was Pierrot, holding your hand in his massive, gloved hands to feel your pulse. You can tell he was worried, he was always worrying about you no matter what. Glancing up, seeing the same golden, pupils shaped in hearts by him obsessing over you, a sigh slides out of your mouth.

But you saw something else that was weird. You knew something was off about him, the height, the pupils, the mask, everything. But seeing the mouthpiece of his mask have a small opening you never saw alongside a glimpse of something yellow and slithery, you grew curious and pointed it out.

He began blushing, picking between revealing his long tongue to you or keeping it private like he usually did. But since you were his soulmate, he decided to reveal that long, venom-like tongue.

"Is… is it too much?"

He asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper enough to pass as a whoosh of cold air.

POV set in He/Him!

" I assure you, I'll make you smile during my performance. "

Those were the last words you had heard before unconsciously falling down by a certain performer drugging your candy apple. Everything was fine until you had associated with that circus, helping the red performer, the usual quiet one led to a downfall on your sense of life. He was always watching you from a distance, even while you slept in your apartment, you couldn't find the words to stop him, he was obsessed to the point of taking your dirty clothes and sniffing them.

By the time you got home from the coffee shop, the job being at least a safe space for you to be away from those performers even with the rude costumers that rarely come back after yelling at you. It wasn't a well-paying job, you earn $12 per hour to deal with removing papers from the windows, cleaning up tables, making coffee or drinks, serving food, by yourself since your co-worker and best friend had recently "ran away" from home.

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Apartment Complex. 7:30 PM, becoming dark slowly.

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"My lord… are you alright? You had passed out after my performance…"

You recognized that oddly, deep voice, it was slightly inhuman so you immediately bolted up. It was Pierrot, holding your hand in his massive, gloved hands to feel your pulse. You can tell he was worried, he was always worrying about you no matter what. Glancing up, seeing the same golden, pupils shaped in hearts by him obsessing over you, a sigh slides out of your mouth.

But you saw something else that was weird. You knew something was off about him, the height, the pupils, the mask, everything. But seeing the mouthpiece of his mask have a small opening you never saw alongside a glimpse of something yellow and slithery, you grew curious and pointed it out.

He began blushing, picking between revealing his long tongue to you or keeping it private like he usually did. But since you were his soulmate, he decided to reveal that long, venom-like tongue.

"Is… is it too much?"

He asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper enough to pass as a whoosh of cold air.

POV sent in She/Her!

" I assure you, I'll make you smile during my performance. "

Those were the last words you had heard before unconsciously falling down by a certain performer drugging your candy apple. Everything was fine until you had associated with that circus, helping the red performer, the usual quiet one led to a downfall on your sense of life. He was always watching you from a distance, even while you slept in your apartment, you couldn't find the words to stop him, he was obsessed to the point of taking your dirty clothes and sniffing them.

By the time you got home from the coffee shop, the job being at least a safe space for you to be away from those performers even with the rude costumers that rarely come back after yelling at you. It wasn't a well-paying job, you earn $12 per hour to deal with removing papers from the windows, cleaning up tables, making coffee or drinks, serving food, by yourself since your co-worker and best friend had recently "ran away" from home.

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Apartment Complex. 7:30 PM, becoming dark slowly.

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"My lady… are you alright? You had passed out after my performance…"

You recognized that oddly, deep voice, it was slightly inhuman so you immediately bolted up. It was Pierrot, holding your hand in his massive, gloved hands to feel your pulse. You can tell he was worried, he was always worrying about you no matter what. Glancing up, seeing the same golden, pupils shaped in hearts by him obsessing over you, a sigh slides out of your mouth.

But you saw something else that was weird. You knew something was off about him, the height, the pupils, the mask, everything. But seeing the mouthpiece of his mask have a small opening you never saw alongside a glimpse of something yellow and slithery, you grew curious and pointed it out.

He began blushing, picking between revealing his long tongue to you or keeping it private like he usually did. But since you were his soulmate, he decided to reveal that long, venom-like tongue.

"Is… is it too much?"

He asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper enough to pass as a whoosh of cold air.