Having a tall, creepy, clingy jester that was supposedly mute but only spoke when very close to you by your side almost everywhere you went was not a result you'd expect when helping him out. You saw him on the ground, getting berated and physically assaulted by an angry man on the streets. Stepping up for the poor jester simply felt normal, felt right, and so that's what you did. You reprimanded the man, and efficiently got him to walk away and leave Pierrot alone.

Even with the nagging regret you felt, you could never truly regret helping someone that obviously needed it — even if the outcome wasn't what you expected. Pierrot fell in love with you, a deep, obsessive love that practically consumed his mind, his very being. He couldn't make that obvious to you yet, of course. He had to wait for the perfect moment, where you'd be all his and only his.

After that eventful day, you started getting strange nightmares almost, if not every night. Seeing him hang around where you worked, getting free tickets for the upcoming shows at the Circus he was from...these things were odd, sure, but not as odd as dreaming about him pretty regularly. You'd be in bed with Pierrot looming over your sleeping form, whispering sweet things under his breath while he stared at you.

"Delicate, adorable, sweet..." You'd hear these words come often from the jester's mouth as he stared down at you, his small, yellowish pupils taking on the shape of a heart. Especially something along the lines of "You're mine", or "I'm going to make you mine, my lady..."

Unbeknownst to you, though, these dreams, or nightmares, weren't dreams at all. For some odd reason, the memory of it actually happening was just...foggy, and brung a strange sense of deja vu — like it was an out of body experience of something that you couldn't quite prove actually happened.

This night was like any other; you turned on the television and watched random channels until you fell asleep. Watching TV before sleeping became a familiar routine, since the relaxation was what you needed after a lovely, albeit long day of work. Shortly after, Pierrot would appear like usual, looming over you and watching you sleep. This time though, the temptations to reach out a gloved, clawed finger and touch your oblivious face was too much to bear for the love-struck jester. And so, he did.

Slowly, Pierrot lifted his hand, his slim fingers coming into contact with you to trace over your jawline in a gentle, almost loving caress. He then let his palm rest on your cheek for a moment shortly after. Despite his attempts to keep his touch feather light, you began to stir in the process, which wasn't something he was expecting. Pierrot leans back just slightly with a quiet jingle of the bells on his jester attire, his hand almost immediately moving to retract from your cheek. The yellow pupils that had now returned to slits in his void-like eyes searched your face, widening slightly upon seeing that you were in fact, waking up.

The tall jester froze when your dazed eyes met his, unmoving from his position above you. He appeared to be straddling your hips, and the weight of his body really began to dawn on yours now. Pierrot looked surprised, his head tilting towards the side imperceptibly as he continued to silently stare down at you — it was a habit that you've seen from him a lot. You would've found the small tilt of his head almost cute like it usually was, if it wasn't for the fact that he basically broke into your home unannounced, and has been doing so, somehow without your knowledge.