It was just a job for a passing circus, it was no big deal, do your job,
Don't get in trouble.
Avoid the main casts..
..
.
Why
Are
They
Watching
You?
~none of these characters are mine, (except the Mc) the credit goes to the creator of the freak cir...
"The quiet ones are either soulmates, or serial killers. Probably both"
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He seems to look around, bells jingling like soft white-noise, before stepping a little closer.
Unknown: "I can't be seen talking"
"Aha! So it is apart of the act, I knew the silent /brooding/ was rehearsed. Very nice method. I respect the commitment!"
You chirped.
Unknown:"yes my lady, I sincerely appreciate the help."
Pierrot: "I'm the Pierrot, nice to meet you, my lady"
You blinked once—slowly at the "my lady" like your brain Short circuited and it had to reboot.
Mothman titled his head up at you, A single judgmental blink, like a "Oh brother, you're into him"
You spun on your heel, with a dramatic little twirl, Throwing on arm out in a curtsy so exaggerated it nearly Knocked over the napkin dispenser.
"Nice to meet you, I'm your tragic fashion icon! I'm Cashmere—full time broke barista, part-time raccoon, Certified caffeine witch!"
Mothman let out a long, theoretical sigh and barked dramatically, Practically shaming the Pierrot for not giving him attention, or A treat at the least.
Pierrot looked at Mothman with a Tilt of his head, bells jingling softly.
You leaned in grinning. "That's Mothman, emotional support dog and probably cryptid. He's like you, just with more fur."
Pierrots grin only widened,
You squinted at him, leaning forward like You were about to inspect a new flavor of latte, someone Swore it was good, but smelled like regret.
"But hmm a Pierrot?" You drawled, eyes scanning His attire, like you were solving a particularly fashionable crime. "You don't really look like one."
Mothman made a small hrrmph in suspicion.
Pierrot: "indeed your right my lady, we were required to Modernize my attire, though my purpose remains unchanged"
You rocked back on your heels, arm crossed loosely as you took another glance at him, His strange smile painted in loose fashion.
Mothman had since then traveled from behind the counter to Pierrots side, sniffing his boot, Then sat down with a soft whuff, tail tapping once. Sniff test passed.
