Hace tiempo que juego visual novels y juegos de terror, a mi comunidad le encantó The Freak Circus y a mi también sinceramente, entonces agregue a las muñecas coleccionables estas dos con el dizfraz de Pierrot y Harlequin, aun estoy pensando si hacer los demás integrantes.
Por el momento serán ellos dos ya que aun me faltan hacer muñecas como la Gotica, la francesa, la rusa y así... el lore es largo.
Los diseños originales y el juego de The Freak Circus son propiedad de Neko Bueno 😍
English...
I've been playing visual novels and horror games for a while now, my community loved The Freak Circus and I did too, so I added these two dolls dressed as Pierrot and Harlequin to the collectible collection. I'm still thinking about whether to make the other members.
For now it will be just those two, since I still need to make dolls like the Gothic one, the French one, the Russian one and so on... the lore is long.
The original designs and gameplay of The Freak Circus are owned by Neko Bueno 😍
The Freak Circus: Daisy Dukes (SHORTS) CH.22: So Brave---The Freak Circus Fanfic
Pairing: Harlequin x MC (gender neutral)
You must be 18+ to read. Minors and folks not into yandere VNs plz DNI both here and in the fandom. ~~~~~WITH SKETCHES and FULLY COLORED ART BY ME
Summary:
You've been taking yoga classes in the most recent town the circus has stayed in and some of your classmates are more than a little curious about your mysterious boyfriend who wears a hoodie in the dead of summer….
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“Alright everyone, great job! See you tomorrow!” Cried the yoga teacher as she began folding her mat.
You sighed in relief, more than happy to uncross your limbs and relax for the day. Various other students do the same, rolling up their yoga mats or deciding to lie on them and enjoy the sun for a few minutes longer. You were grateful, truly, to get some exercise today. Granted, your work within The Freak Circus always kept you busy, both physically and otherwise, but it was nice when there was time to take a real yoga class and get some proper sunlight. Especially so, while it was stil summer and you could stretch with the other students outdoors.
Smiling at the shining molten star above, you began stretching your legs on the mat before leaning into a nice split. Groaning softly, you were now more than ready to head back to the circus.
Well, that was of course, until you heard it….
“Hey,” whispered someone behind you to their friend, “whose that shady guy over there? Do you know him?” In a low voice the other one replied, “No, but he looks super creepy right? Should we call someone…?”
Looking over your shoulder, legs still spread in a stretching pose, your eyes finally dart towards the figure the other students were talking about. There, over yonder, stood a man by a tree. He was covered head to toe despite the warm weather, mask on and green hoodie pulled tight around a hat he wore. At first, out of habit, you smiled at the sight, hand beginning to raise to wave over your menace of a boyfriend to come closer. However, the scene before you caused you to pause and think before doing so.
A bunch of your classmates began standing around in the open together in the sunny park; whispering, worried, and wondering in tones of growing fear. You could feel the sweat on their brows as though it were your own; a familiar panic settling in your stomach. Back and forth you looked at the crowd slowly gathering like a bunch of grapes. Each yoga student making tentative plans to either call the police or confront the stranger in person—words that quickly struck you with their alarmist attitudes (though in a way, you did empathize with their concern).
Immediately, you stood up, crooked smile on your face with an awkward wave. Attempting to get their attention by quickly gathering your things in hand and butting into the crowd, ready to quell the ire before it grew and popped like a bulbous white zit.
“Hey! Sorry everyone, that’s just my boyfriend, okay? False alarm!” You quickly stated while waving at them. “Coming, sweet pea~!”
Before the group could ask any questions you darted towards your boyfriend, legs stiff and awkward, making sure to hug him in full view so that they knew he wasn’t a threat. Harlequin gave a soft ‘huff’ as you squished his ribs with your water bottle and mat between you, though like you expected he returned the embrace; clawed hands trailing lower towards the small of your back. You weren’t sure but you could almost hear the collective gasp of yoga students back up on that sunny hill, shocked at the sight. Sighing in relief, you pulled away from Harley, who knowingly kept his hand on your waist. A mischievous glint in his eye shone brightly as you rolled your eyes playfully at him.
“Aw, did my little human snack miss me that much?” He teased. “If you wanted to wrap your limbs around me, we could easily continue this back home~”
Chuckling, you lightly flicked him in the face, “Fucking menace.”
Laying a hand on his chest, you let Harlequin lead you away from the tree where he stood.
“Sorry about all that though…really,” you began in a whisper and sheepish smile. “Some folks were getting a bit rowdy back there.”
The menace raises his brow at that, “Oh?”
“Yeah, but it’s nothing, all good now. Promise.”
Harlequin shrugged though his muscles tightened around you, “Hm, if you say so, dearest…”
Satisfied, you two began chatting like normal, excited to go on a small shopping spree before heading home to the circus. The tips of Harlequin’s claws raked your lower back, tracing up and down your spine in a soothing gesture that made you sigh and lean into him. You were grateful that everything was ok, for a moment things were…..scary back up on that hill. Truly scary.
Falling in love with a monster was one thing, but making sure that others wouldn’t persecute your boyfriend for being what he was is another. After all your time together you learned how to manage a crowd out of necessity. Making sure to always shield Harlequin, Pierrot or even TicketTaker by simply standing next to them as they attempted to live their lives. It was logical really: You were an ordinary human, so if by simply being near them in public made things less dangerous for the group then you were happy to oblige. Especially when it came to your Harley.
With that ordeal all settled, you laced your hands between your boyfriend’s; relishing at the feeling of his sharp claws pressing between your fingers.
Everything was fine now.
You could easily go to yoga tomorrow morning again in peace.
Or….
…so you thought…
The next day, sunny as ever, warm as the inside of a freshly used microwave, there you sat, stretching on the yoga mat as you oft did. Class was sadly over again before you knew it, but your body craved more of a work-out. So, instead of gathering your supplies with the rest of the bunch, you decided to stay on the mat a little longer, doing a few cooldown poses before Harlequin came to pick you up again.
Well, that was the plan anyway.
Before you could blink, a crowd of people stood circling around you like wildlife to a fresh watering hole. Wildlife turned out to be the right descriptor as you could almost feel the hungry eyes of a lion staring down at you. A sight, ironically, you’ve become used to having lived in a circus of man-eating monsters for some time now. Your neck ached, craning up towards them as you continued to sit on your mat. Legs stretching, stance wide, vulnerable as you wondered what the heck was even going on?
“Uh,” you began leaning back with a wary tone, “can I help you guy?”
A woman with blonde hair leaned down just then, eyes wide and brow furrowed, “Blink twice if you need help.”
“What?” You said in surprise, jaw open.
“Maybe they just have weird taste in guys?” Another suggested, not even looking at you but clearly talking ABOUT you.
A third figure shook their head, “Nah, clearly this is a cry for help. They can absolutely do better than some weirdo dressed to the nines in the middle of summer!”
You blinked before your mouth naturally drooped into the shape of an ‘o’ as the puzzle pieces in your mind began to form the whole picture. Lightly, and nervously, you laughed, waving off the crowd a bit so that you could stand.
“Ok ok,” you held your hands up, “trust me. Everything’s fine. I know he’s dressed weird but Harley is a great guy, I promise. He just comes here to pick me up before work. So, can we just leave it at that?”
The blonde however, still seemed unsatisfied, as did the rest of the crowd around you. A frown begins to form on your face at the sight, the whole thing unnerving to your very core. Who the hell were these people to judge who you’d date anyway? Granted, if they knew that your boyfriend were a tentacle-clad lizard person who occasionally ate human eye balls with his spaghetti—then YEAH— they MAY have some cause for concern—but honestly? Rude.
Shrugging, you began picking up your things, annoyed at the nosey display. That was, however, until a thought dawned on you while rolling your mat. The wary faces of these people, their words, and more importantly their actions….what if they didn’t let this go? What if they went to the circus to confront Harlequin or any of the others? Or worse, call the police, drawing attention to things in a negative way. The thoughts began pouring into your anxiety ridden mind as the people around you stood awkwardly, hands playing with the straws of their water bottles, clearly wanting more answers.
Gulping down a wad of sweat that buried itself in your throat, you stood tall again, smile wide, and brows stiff. Fuck….you’re gonna have to deal with this aren’t you? Well, you hoped that at the very least, Jester might appreciate it (not that he’d ever do so aloud).
“Look, guys,” you stated in a firm tone, catching their attention, “there is a reason….that my boyfriend dresses the way he does. But…you see…”
Quickly, almost like a blur, the people around bunched together like the coiling tails of a rat-king mob, eyes wide and all on you. Taking a breath, you hoped that your performance would be convincing. If nothing else, you learned how to act after having lived in a circus for so long—may as well put those skills to good use.
“My Harley, my poor dear Harley,” your eyes cast downward, hand brushing away non-existent tears from your face in mock sympathy. “It was a fire. A horrible fire, just came out of nowhere and our home—Oh God….He’s lucky to be alive, but his body…well…Oh—I’m sorry! It’s just really hard to talk about…wow….”
Suddenly the air of tension curved into sorrow as everyone around you let out a collective ‘aw’ and ‘omg’. The group harmonized their sympathies so well that you almost wondered if you were taking yoga with a former choir. Before you could do or say anything else, the blonde woman who had originally confronted you grabbed your hands, eyes now full of tears. Part of you wanted to laugh at the sight of her mascara falling all over her cheeks, but in order to keep the charade up you made sure to have your bottom lip tremble and gaze averted like the downward tilt of a young widow who just lost their husband at sea.
“You poor thing! Gosh,” the woman began, “we were so insensitive! Of course you don’t have to say a thing! Not another word!”
Another person laid a hand on your shoulder, eyes trembling, “You and your boyfriend are so brave!”
You nodded, choking a sob that would have won you an Emmy, “We really are…”
“If you need anything, please let us know!”
A fourth woman then chimed in, “Yes! Anything!”
“I will,” you gave a light sniff while expertly prying your hands away from the blonde woman’s well-manicured fingers. “Thank you all so much for understanding. Oh! There he is now! Gotta go!”
For a moment you believed in the power of super speed as you darted towards Harlequin who stood across the way under that large tree as he did yesterday.
“There you are, dear. Are you ready to—Ah—ha!” Harlequin began until you grabbed his arm and began dragging him away from the park, grinning stiffly.
The menace raised a brow at you, allowing himself to be led, amused of course as he always was whenever you were acting strangely. Chuckling, Harlequin matched your pace, teasing you the whole way about what could have possibly happened at yoga class that day to make you act so skittish. To which you replied with a wink and a promise to tell him later.
“Buddy boy,” you grinned widely, “do I have a story for you!”
The Harlequin laughed the whole way home, eagerly poking your ribs trying to get the info out of you, but you slapped his hand away, playfully, saying you’d tell him at home. Unfortunately however, once you’d arrived at the circus, Jester needed you both to finish some rather extensive tasks that simply could not wait. It took hours for you to change all the light bulbs in every tent, help stitch Harlequin’s torn puppets, and take care of the laundry as well as dry cleaning for everyone. Menial work, sure, but necessary. Still, you became so exhausted that you practically passed out in your shared bed, not even remembering to put on pajamas though you did smile as soon as Harlequin came in; wrapping his arms around you and sighing into your hair as he often did (only of course when he assumed you were totally asleep). It was a calm night and a good day overall despite your bones throbbing from exhaustion from both the yoga and the work Jester demanded of you. So instead of turning around to talk about the silly things that had happened in the park earlier, you accepted Harley’s warm embrace, drifting off to a peaceful sleep.
You’d tell him all about it later, surely it could wait.
Or, so you intended….
The very next morning, as well as the mornings after that, things got a little more—interesting. People in the class who normally ignored you in favor of focusing on their workout were suddenly asking questions about your ‘burn victim boyfriend’ and his heroic deeds. At first, you tried brushing them off with vague answers and an aloof glare or two; but they were relentless.
So, as such, you coped with the annoyance as you used to way back when you were a mere student. A class clown if you will pardon the expression, thinking: meh, who cares really? What harm did it do to just…embellish a few things a little? You knew, at the very least, Harlequin would find it amusing and it’d probably get all these Karens off your back if you just gave them SOMETHING to work with.
So, you did and the story you wove ended up creating a tapestry longer than an uneven sidewalk.
“But does he need to shower with your help? How long did it take him to recover enough to walk again. And when—“
“Oh Sue,” you shook your head sadly while rolling up your mat for the day, eyes glimmering for the crowd of onlookers who’d routinely been gathering around each and every day, “do you want to know the WHOLE story?”
She and the rest all nodded eagerly.
“The ENTIRE thing? It might get a bit,” you then leaned forward to whisper the last part, “X-rated, you know?”
The group then gasped, nodding affirmatives in hushed tone so as not to scare the dogs with their excitement….again.
You clicked your tongue before rubbing your hands together, “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you—it all started—“
Eventually summer was ending and the circus was a week away from leaving this city. However, Jester was eager to get things packed away well before that time. As such, you barely saw your boyfriend for a week or so, but knew from experience how intense things got during the first and final few days of pulling down tents and pulling apart boards. Today, Harley had woken up before you, so you decided to stretch and get ready for your last day of yoga. You still hadn’t found the time to tell your boyfriend about the shenanigans you’d been up to—truthfully, after about two to three days of making-up sob stories, the class’s initial curiosity seemed finally sated. Hell, last week hardly anyone bothered you about Harlequin’s well-being other than sympathy nods and pats on the back for being ‘so brave.’ Naturally, today on the last day of class, things would be fine. Normal even, and you’d have a fun story to tell Harley on the road while driving together.
But today….was not normal….
No, for today was where things took a turn….for the…
….Something.
Was it worse? Hard to say.
All during yoga you noticed a large bag by the teacher’s mat, one that hadn’t been there during any of the other classes before. It was obnoxiously big with strands of wicker sticking out here and there, but in the end you shrugged, thinking that maybe your teacher was going somewhere important after class and continued your usual routine.
The morning, as far as it went, had started out normal. Same stretches, same meditations, though the strangely eager and pitiful glances from your peers was new. Still, another day passes and you begin to roll your mat, ready to leave.
“Alright everyone, namaste~,” the pale skinned teacher bowed with their hands clasped in the way they’d imitated on TV instead of in cultural practice, “I know you’re all aware that today is our last day and it’s sad to say goodbye, but there’s a very special person in this class who I’ve been told needs our support more than ever now.”
You blinked, tilting your head to the side before looking around at the class. A light breeze wafts through your hair, the moving grass beneath tickles your ankles as you wonder what was going on. Was someone sick? Ah dang, did you have to sign a card or give money or something? You wish the teacher had warned the class beforehand, fuck, you weren’t sure you had change in your bag for this in the right currency; the pitfalls of living with a traveling band of circus performers.
As you stood, mat folded under your arm, the most perplexing thing happened.
The teacher was pointing directly towards YOU.
She began in a loud register that even traveled to the nearby joggers in the park, “Our brave classmate here has endured so much—losing a home—their boyfriend’s brave sacrifice—“
Suddenly, the blood in your face drained downward towards the growing pit in your stomach. Clutching the bag and mat to your chest, your eyes dart towards each and every person in the class who slowly began gathering around you, arms outstretched.
“Oh,” you attempted to back out of this slowly, “that’s—very kind, but it’s not necessary!”
Gently, you started to nudge at people as you walked backwards out of the small crowd.
“—Harley and I are just fine—right as rain, peachy keen and all that—“
The teacher stepped forward, hand raised, “Goodness, do you hear that everyone? After all they’ve been through, acting so brave!”
All the other yoga drones nodded, repeating the words ‘so brave’ like a mantra spoken by followers in the world’s most boring cult. You began to sweat at this, waving idly as your eyes darted to the right, to the left, anywhere—find anything to get you out of this awkwardness.
“Well, this is all very nice but,” you suddenly brightened up after seeing a small green dot near a familiar tree, “—ah well, such a shame, but there he is—gotta go! Harley can’t rub all that calamine lotion himself—at least not anymore.”
Everyone suddenly let out a chorus of ‘aw’ and ‘poor thing’ as you back-up enough to break into a light jog towards your oblivious boyfriend; ignoring the protests of the teacher and a few others while fleeing.
“Have a good last class, dearest?” Harlequin tilted his hoodie-covered head with an amused glint in his eye. “Ready to—Oh!”
You grinned like a mad man while suddenly grabbing his arm, trying to pull the green goober away with your meager human strength. Chuckling at your antics as though you were a small kitten biting at his ankles, Harley stood still, much to your annoyance, while glancing up towards the grassy hill from whence you came (or rather, fled).
The menace then wondered aloud, “My my, how fascinating, and here I thought I would be the one to get an angry mob to chase us out of town—but it seems like you got a head-start, hm? And just as we were about to leave this week…”
You froze at that before slowly turning around to see a hoard of yoga pantsed individuals heading towards your location, the teacher holding a large wicker basket in hand that you immediately surmised was in that bag she brought. Clutching Harlequin’s arm closer to your chest now, you looked up at the tall menace making sure your face was calm and relieved. Despite your boyfriend’s joke about ‘angry mobs’ you knew from personal experience, and all the stories he’d been willing to share, just how nervous he was in this moment even if he didn’t visibly show it.
Reaching down, you lace your fingers with his, smiling, “It’s ok. I promise—we’re safe.”
“And, if we aren’t?”
“Then we run. Together,” you hold his hand tighter in a firm grip, “I remember Jester’s rendezvous points, I promise I won’t lose you.”
Harlequin’s shoulders relaxed at that, but only slightly as the group finally approached. You noticed how the fully covered man that was your lover stood slightly behind you even while holding your hand still. Swallowing your introverted fears of public speaking, you stood your ground like a general on the battlefield, knowing that you were fighting for more than yourself; even if the ‘fight’ was just a bunch of college students and wine-moms tying to get their morning routines in order.
Harlequin knew that running without proper cause would only cause more suspicion than anything else. You knew why he stood his ground instead of walking away when you had wanted, now it was your turn to do your part—as a human, as his human. Even if that meant having to do something so humiliating that it threatened to turn your normal smile into a villain’s crooked grin:
Be polite.
“Hey—guys—didn’t—uh—see you back there?”
You sucked at this.
“Finally we caught up to you! Dang, you have a great core to be able to run that fast with such stiff legs, ” The teacher exclaimed happily, basket in hand. “Sorry for just springing this on ya both—but—my goodness, sir, we just wanted to tell ya something! Something good!”
“Me?” Harlequin squinted his eyes warily.
The group nodded simultaneously, so much like Harlequin’s puppets that you both almost thought you were back on stage.
“Oh yes! We know you both have been through so much already, they told us everything about that horrible fire you survived! You’re a hero!” one amongst the crowd nodded towards you as you tried to pull yourself into a turtle’s shell under the menace’s glinting, gleaming eyes.
“Hero?”
Grinning under his face mask (which was over his regular one), Harlequin chuckled.
“So, they told you everything….about the fire? Did they now? Well, dearest, I didn’t realize you’d made so many friends in this class based off of my heroics—how cute~”
You winced at that, holding back a light growl while glaring at him, grinning crookedly as you knew you would.
“You know me, Harles, just so damn adorable~”
The menace then held your hand tighter, while bringing you closer to his warm chest. His actions caused light ‘aws’ once more amongst the group that still surrounded them, and your face begins to flush much to your boyfriend’s continued amusement.
“Tell me,” Harlequin turns towards your teacher, eyeing the basket she held, “what has my dearly beloved told you all exactly? Did they tell you about me gallantly saving a kitten from a tree one time~”
The crowed ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ muttering amongst themselves.
“Such a gentleman!”
“A true hero!”
“Gosh, he’s so brave—like wow, kinda hot right?”
The edges of your grin twisted both up and down as you could practically feel their words feeding your boyfriend’s oversized ego as though they were filling a balloon with hot air. Though sweat began to form on the back of your neck, remembering some of the things you’d told the group about your ‘amazing Harley’ and immediately let go of his hand to grab the basket held by your former teacher.
You almost yelled nervously, “Well! You guys finally met him—so nice—so cool, right? I’m so fucking lucky to have him. Anyway—we have to be going—“
“What’s the rush, darling?” Harlequin wrapped an arm around your shoulders, keeping you in place. “They’re your friends, right? Or at least you’ve been sharing an oh-so-fascinating class with them for two months now—what’s the rush?”
“No rush, my little green bean, but don’t you have work to do? Darling?” Every word you spoke came out through clenched teeth.
The menace, naturally, shrugged, “Oh, but this is far more entertaining than moving a few boxes, my hot pepper! Besides, it’s your last day! Why not indulge a little, right everyone?”
As expected of a showman who was able to sway even the rowdiest and cruelest of crowds, the rest followed him in suit and you were emphatically out-numbered. Wiggling slightly under Harlequin’s steady grip on your shoulder you eventually relented, realizing that this must be part of some divine punishment for being far too much of a troll. Finally, your hubris would be your downfall and the sun above, staring down at all those in this busy park would melt your wings and laugh as you fall.
Such was the way of things, at least in a world of myth where one could only get away with so much. Thus, your punishment began just as your former teacher pointed towards a few lotions in the basket you now held, eyes of eager innocence that under different circumstances would have made Harlequin wish to vomit.
“Oh shit,” you muttered under your breath.
No one other than Harley himself heard you cuss, though all of it merely made him more and more amused by this whole strange ordeal. The teacher however, continued on, oblivious to everything.
“And hopefully these will help with those horrible burns you’ve suffered!” She screeched happily. “My dermatologist says they do wonders on damaged skin, you brave brave soul!”
Harlequin’s eyes narrowed, “Damaged….skin?”
Your boyfriend then slowly turned towards your direction only to find you looking the opposite way, whistling innocently.
“Why yes!” Another student chimed in. “We were all so moved after hearing how you suffered severe burns saving a chipmunk in a house fire! It was inspiring…”
The rest of the group sighed and swooned as the ridiculous tale you’d conjured over weeks to satisfy the curious tongues of every yoga mom and Karen who wouldn’t leave you alone about your ‘unusual-looking’ BF. Regardless, you kept your gaze to the sky, not yet ready to witness Harlequin’s reaction no matter how amused or annoyed he was. God, you could only guess…
“Oh…really,” a familiar smarmy tone pierced through your ears as his grip on your shoulder tightened, “a chipmunk…huh?”
You whistled, “Yeahhh….so…uh…brave? Don’t you think?”
Again, you refused to make eye contact with him. Worse off, the menace remained quiet for awhile as the group of yoga pants surrounding the two of you kept talking your ears off. The lack of comment concerned you enough to finally tilt your gaze back towards your emerald edgelord whose expression was nigh unreadable under his face mask and covered body. Fuck. This wasn’t good, you just knew it!
Harlequin sighed, “Dear me….I’m afraid there’s been a horrible misunderstanding, everyone.”
You stiffened under his grip, eyes wide and mouth curling slowly into a stiff straight line. Frantically, your mind kept rushing, wondering what the heck the menace was doing!? He was a hero! Just GO with it, right? No matter how ‘silly’ it seemed, it was still a ‘win’, right? Right?!
“You see,” Harlequin pulled you closer to him, practically in his lap if he were sitting, “I didn’t ‘just’ save a mere chipmunk—but rather….I saved—“
He leans towards you, his head now atop your own as your eyes darted side to side wondering what the actual fuck was going on.
“—I saved, our marriage.”
“Our fucking—WHAT?!” You yelped.
Though the crowd around you with their simultaneous oohs and ahs coated over your shock with their own cacophonous melody.
“Oh yes,” Harlequin continued in a dramatic flair, “if it weren’t for me—going back for our engagement ring, then this one would have never realized how much they needed me in their life.”
Your eye twitched as another woman spoke up, “Aww! Oh my gosh, why didn’t you tell us you were married?!”
“Yes!” Chimed in your teacher. “You never wore a ring so we didn’t realize!”
You grinned awkwardly, “Eheh…well—“
“Well,” Harlequin interrupted, reveling in the glare you gave him, “you see, my darling lost the ring recently. Poor forgetful thing, even after I went through so much trouble to get it back, sacrificing everything—but oh well—can’t choose who you fall in love with, right?”
Your mouth dropped into a wide ‘O’ shape as he spoke, the rest of the crowd eating it all up. And he still kept going! Telling tales of how clumsy you were, and how ‘grateful’ you should be to have him in your life—-oh that menace! Cruel jerk! You wouldn’t stand for this.
Immediately, you lifted your hand to his chest, rubbing it slightly before rising up to grip his jaw; though to everyone else it merely looked like you were caressing him. Aggressively so.
“Oh Harley, you’re so good to me! You’re right, by the way,” you batted your eyes sweetly at him, for once ignoring all the people around you, “I should be grateful to have you in my life—after all, I still took you back after that fire burned your dick off-wasn’t that nice of me?”
The menace stiffened at that as the crowd gasped again.
You started once more, adopting your boyfriend’s dramatic pose he’d done just moments before, “Yes-it’s so sad. My dick-less boyfriend, whom I have to rub calamine lotion in his wrinkly, burned skin each and every night—it’s the least I can do for being so ‘forgetful’—.”
Harlequin gently removed your hand from his face, now able to speak.
“Yes indeed, dearest,” he practically hissed with a wide grin, “I am so lucky too—but you must remember how brave I was to take you back after you caught syphillus from that horrid gas station toilet.”
The crowd gasped again, some even moving away from you as your brow twitched once more.
You narrowed your eyes at him while gritting your teeth into a forced smile, “Oh yes…I almost forgot about that one dear…”
“See,” Harlequin poked your nose while winking at the crowd, “so forgetful~ what would they do without me?”
Immediately, you tore yourself away from the green bean’s tight grip and took the basket from your teacher before shoving it in his smug face.
“Yes!” You practically shouted. “Thank you all so much for the lotions! He is DEFINITELY going to need them!”
Harlequin mused, “Oh of course, thank you all, though I imagine those powders in there would be most useful to YOU dearest, considering that rash you received recently from a wild raccoon.”
Leaning closer you muttered, “And don’t forget, love of my life, about how you ran screaming like a baby squirrel from that swan who chased you the other day—we might be passing by that lake on our way home.”
“…It was a big swan, darling.”
You huffed, “Bigger than your dick used to be?”
Then, the two of you looked at one another, staring and glaring, eyes wide—until you both couldn’t take it anymore and burst into laughter. The bombastic sound was so powerful that it seemingly pushed all the people Surrounding you back a bit in shock. You practically fell into Harlequin’s arms crying with laughter as he caught you, rubbing your back and messing up your hair playfully. Gripping the basket in hand, you managed to pull yourself away from the menace’s warm embrace, though he managed to keep a hand tightly gripped around your shoulders once more, chuckling under his breath.
“Ok ok,” you wheezed, “seriously, thank you everyone—that was….so nice of you…but we really gotta be going.”
Harlequin nodded, vainly attempting to calm down his mirth, “Yes—yes, much appreciated.”
The yoga teacher hesitantly waved goodbye as they all did, watching you two leave while muttering to themselves about what a strange couple you both were. Which, in her defense, was completely true. Smiling, you leaned into Harlequin’s embrace, only feeling comfortable enough to voice your real thoughts until after you both turned a corner; completely out of sight from the park and everyone in it.
“So,” Harlequin clicked his tongue, not looking at you, “I see you’ve been busy these past few weeks…”
“Ok Harles, my bad. I was trying to tell you but we’ve been so busy and the ladies kept getting suspicious about some guy dressed head to toe hanging around and—“
“I now understand why you did it and….it’s appreciated,” Harlequin finally looked at you with warm emerald eyes. “Though….couldn’t you have come up with something more impressive than ‘saving a chipmunk’?”
You shrugged, “They seemed like the type of crowd who cared more about animals than people—so I figured I’d better meet them down at their level, you know?”
“Mhmm, and you had to get rid of my dicks because?” The menace hummed.
Laughing, you gently nudge his ribs with your elbow wile still holding the package.
“Hey! I only got rid of ONE of your dicks, you still have the other one!”
Harlequin joined in your laughter, hugging you closer to him and ready to share the silly tale with the rest of the circus as a fun story on their way to the next city. The two of you ended up using the lotions however. They, strangely enough, actually seemed to work well on scaly skin, who knew?
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A/N: Just wanted to give you guys a fun little nothing story to enjoy <3 had this idea in mind FOREVER lmao. Either way, hope you like---kinda wish I took my own writing advice and started somewhere in the middle rather than at the beginning, prolly could have cut down on three pages at least lmao. Ah well....next time.... <3
Pierrot: Well, I had to learn how to drive, but I broke the steering wheel.... and then crashed the truck... (and harlequin)
Harlequin: I was cooking, following a recipe but I think I missed something and almost blew the kitchen up. It was fun to see Jester's face that day...
Ayer me divertí mucho siento asuka 🤣 cantando rancheras, sacando el alemán, lo francés y hasta yucateco fue un stream entretenido uno de los más raros de mi vida
Yesterday I had so much fun, I feel like Asuka 🤣 singing rancheras, showing off my German, French and even Yucatecan slang. It was an entertaining stream, one of the weirdest of my life
Hacer un juego no es fácil, se necesita una historia atractiva, personajes interesantes y mucha mucha programación, pero todo esto no es posible sin el arte, arte de la escritura para un guión que enamore, arte visual donde una mirada de un personaje te pueda seducir o repudiar, voces capaces de estremecer el alma... y en todo esto no estoy sola.
Eng: Making a game isn't easy; it requires a compelling story, interesting characters, and a lot of programming. But all of this isn't possible without art: the art of writing a captivating script, visual art where a character's gaze can seduce or repel you, voices capable of stirring your soul... and in all of this, I'm not alone.
No creo que yo tenga ese cuerpo 🤭 pero aun así el detalle del arte es hermoso, solo quiero presumir un poco del arte de mi comunidad de YouTube 🥰
Eng: I don't think I have that body 🤭 but the detail in the art is still beautiful, I just wanted to show off a little of the art from my YouTube community 🥰
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