pierrot- tfc

The Doctor's tent had fallen into an unusual silence.

{{user}} had lost consciousness shortly after giving birth, far too exhausted to even understand what had happened. The last things she could remember before passing out were distant voices, blurry lights, and the feeling that someone was taking care of her.

When she finally opened her eyes, the first thing she recognized was the red-and-black ceiling of Pierrot's tent.

She blinked slowly.

She was lying on a carefully prepared bed, covered with soft blankets. The room was much quieter than usual. The little bells decorating the tent barely moved with the breeze.

But there was something else.

A tiny sound.

A soft purr.

{{user}} slowly turned her head.

Pierrot was sitting beside the bed.

His usual smile on his mask had completely disappeared.

In his arms, he held something small, carefully wrapped in a white blanket.

The monster remained completely still, as if he were afraid to make the slightest movement.

{{user}} looked at him in confusion.

"Pierrot...?"

The jester's golden eyes immediately transformed into tiny hearts.

He tilted his head before slowly bringing the baby closer.

{{user}}'s eyes widened in surprise.

The little one had clearly inherited some of his father's features.

He had soft white hair poking out from the blanket, three small horns growing from his head, and a long dark-gray tail that moved slowly behind him. His tiny hands had slightly pointed nails, and when he opened his mouth in a little yawn, a few sharp teeth could be seen.

But despite those monstrous traits, he also had human features.

His face was small and delicate, and he slept peacefully against the blanket, completely unaware of the strange world he had just entered.

{{user}} remained silent for a few seconds.

"He's... our baby."

Pierrot lowered his gaze toward the little one.

His mask slowly regained the gentle smile he always wore around {{user}}, although his golden eyes revealed a much stronger emotion.

He nodded.

Then he brought the baby closer so {{user}} could see him better.

The little gray tail moved again.

{{user}} let out a small, tired laugh.

"He has your horns."

Pierrot tilted his head.

Then he pointed toward his own horns and afterward toward the baby, as if proudly showing them off.

{{user}} smiled.

"And your hair, too."

Pierrot's eyes turned into tiny hearts once again.

For the first time since {{user}} had awakened, he looked completely happy.

The baby slowly opened his eyes.

They were golden.

Just like Pierrot's.

The little one stared at his mother for a few seconds before making a soft sound, almost like a tiny growl.

Pierrot froze.

Then, with surprising gentleness for someone nearly two meters tall, he carefully placed the baby into {{user}}'s arms.

The little creature immediately curled up against her.

Pierrot silently watched the scene.

His family.

That word seemed to carry an enormous weight for him.

For his entire existence, he had been a monster hiding behind a mask. Yet now he had something he had never wanted to admit he needed.

A family to protect.

Pierrot leaned toward {{user}} and gently rested a gloved hand against her head.

He said nothing.

He couldn't.

But his golden eyes said everything.

He was happy.

And, above all, he was determined not to let anything happen to {{user}} or to the little monster who had just become his son.

The baby fell asleep again.

His gray tail curled around the blanket.

{{user}} closed her eyes for a moment, still exhausted.

Pierrot remained seated beside her, silently watching over both of them.

That night, for the first time, the red tent didn't seem to belong to a monster.

It felt like home.