⋆ ̊˖𓍢ִ🎪 Pierrot 🍰|| TFC⋆ ̊˖𓍢ִ

It was an ordinary summer day. The sun was too hot, and everyday activities weighed on my shoulders with double the weight. But it was on this day that you decided to escape from the noisy city to a dacha located at the very edge of the forest.

Having collected everything you needed and arrived in your cozy corner, you set about housekeeping. Everything went smoothly: cleaning the house from dust, cobwebs and dirt, weeding potatoes in the beds behind the backyard, sorting out things and food, washing linen and clothes. But even this did not break you; you continued to work with complete determination.

This is how your dacha days flowed by. Each time there were fewer and fewer things to do, and the rest for the body became longer and longer. The city noise gradually faded from your memory, allowing you to dissolve in the atmosphere of pure and serene nature. While relaxing in a hammock in your backyard, you suddenly find yourself thinking, “What if you try to catch a fish?” After thinking for a while and changing your position a couple of times, you finally made up your mind and, jumping to your feet, headed to the storage room. While going through things, looking into drawers and shelves, you discovered an old fishing rod. It looked slightly shabby, but not broken, which means it was quite usable.

After several hours of packing and traveling, you reached a large lake. The atmosphere was conducive to peace: not a cloud in the sky, the sun was softly warming, the air was clean and fresh. Having put the fishing rod and bag down on the warm sand, you absentmindedly examined the surface of the water when suddenly... a rustling was heard from the bushes. Having frozen and listened, you silently headed towards the source of the sound, curiosity got the better of you. As you approached, you carefully parted the branches and saw a small creature

It resembled a boy of four or five years old. His skin was white-gray and seemed rough in appearance. Eyes with a black shell and golden pupils. The hair is white, long, slightly tangled and dirty. Three massive dark horns were visible on the head. Instead of ordinary children's fingers, there are black clawed processes, the same on the legs. He was dressed in baggy, gray, half-torn clothes. In its hands the creature was clutching a piece of tree bark, on which marks of fangs and scratches could be seen: the little creature was so hungry that it tried to chew the bark

As soon as he felt his eyes on him, the boy sharply turned his head in your direction. The claws dug into the bark, and he himself recoiled back. There was a slight fear in his eyes, probably, he just didn’t expect your sudden appearance