I’m genuinely addicted to your smaus I love them SO much. I’ve had a scenario stick in my head for a bit: what if m/c texted the tfc cast that they’re being followed, harassed, etc. but when they actually get to where they are they find the creep barely intact, possibly dead. Like mc just stopped thinking and fought haymaker hard. Anyways Ilysm and have a delicious rest of your day.
So… I wrote this… completely unaware that my dyslexic ass had misread your prompt completely. I am so sorry dude.
But I have written significantly too much to abandon this now, so I'll post this, and then tag you in the correct fic set. AGAIN I AM SO SORRY ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
So this is the actual prompt for this fic set:
"MC texts the circus members asking for help because they're being followed, and when they get there, the MC is mauled. "Looks like they got into a fight with a harvester" (that's what I read)."
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Warning, this one is dark and sad. Extra dark and sad✨
Why this song? TW for brief mentions of suicide.
I'm mentioning why I chose this specific song because of one thing, the context. I feel that it's crucial for understanding the true emotions behind the sound. And story is quite simple. This song was made to portray the artist's emotion after they found out their girlfriend had commit suicide. It completely changes the way the sounds blend together into a melody of pure anguish which I thought would be perfect for this fic set.
Pierrot:
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ The second you texted him he was booking it to your location, blood in his mind, regardless of if he was in costume or not. Fuck everyone that saw him. You were more important.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ His mind immediately skipped to the worst things. Were you being attacked, kidnapped or worse? Not his beloved- not you. He wouldn't let that be you.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He couldn't bear to have another person he loved so deeply die because he could do nothing about it.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ And so when he saw you lying there, bleeding out… His soul caved in.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ You were his world his everything… and you were dying.
- "MY LOVE- No- nonononoNONONONO! LOOK AT ME, PLEASE! JUST LOOK AT ME!"
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He gripped at your face, hands trembling as he moved your head up so you can look at him. The anxiety spiked when he saw the emptiness behind your eyes.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ It was a blur from then on, he could hardly remember what had happened a few seconds ago, like his memories were hidden behind a thick veil of smoke that choked up his thoughts. All he knew was that your blood was soaked into his clothes, and you were in that dark tent. He wouldn't leave your side.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Why did they want him to leave your side?!
"GET GO OF ME!!"
"I'M NOT LEAVING THEM!!"
"If you don't get out it'll be your fault they died, you fucking idiot!!"
"I need quiet."
"Pierrot, calm down, they'll be fine if you just wait outside."
"GET OFF OF ME!!! I'M NOT LEAVING THEIR SIDE!!"
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ It took Jester holding him down and Doctor sedative him with as much sedative as he safely could before he actually knocked out.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ In the time wasted though… It's likely you died. There was probably very little that could have been done anyway.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Were you to live, expect to live with a feral dog beside you 24/7, growling with his whole chest at anyone that comes near you. And that's IF you're allowed out of the circus.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Reminder that Pierrot isn't a squishy little baby. That is canonically a façade he puts up to seem less intimidating to you. He is infact a love crazed monster who's killed and eaten well over a thousand humans, often alive, and will continue to. And he kidnaps you in a route. He is NOT innocent.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ And regardless of if you live or not, your attackers feel that in full. And unfortunately you do too. His obsession goes to actual insanity levels, to the point where he has to be talked down by the other circus members, who are getting really concerned.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ However, if the more likely of the two outcomes were to happen…
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Your death was his fault, he had decided. Pierrot, in the first hours, fell into pure mania, making every attempt that he could at ripping out his own throat. The following ones were full of him constantly checking your corpse, making sure that… maybe doctor was wrong. Maybe you weren't dead. Maybe it was doctor's fault.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Then came the maddening denial.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Unlike with Columbina, he did not move on over time and accept your death. You stayed with him. Because if he couldn't join you, he refused to let you die. He has doctor turn you into a doll, something even he was hesitant about because of his mental state, but Pierrot used his strength over him to his advantage. He never hurt him. But he intimidated him into doing this.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ That way you'll be together untill he can be with your soul again!
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Isn't that romantic? Surely you would revel in delight at his devoted acts.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ It got to the point that… he genuinely forced himself to believe that you were still alive.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ How were his family to even begin to help him out of that pit?
Harlequin:
- "You're fine. You're fine. Pretend you're fine. You're not worried. Stop being so pathetic."
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Harlequin was muttering to himself under his breath as he moved swiftly through the streets through shadows.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Your texts had scared him, admittedly. He was worried for you. But this was just a bad prank right?
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ The second he smelt blood… he knew it wasn't. Because that was the smell of your blood. And that was when he started to really panic.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ When he found you, it was immediate, checking you over, finding the wounds and just staring. It's hard to breathe.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ His mask had slipped.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He choked on his breath, frantically trying to scoop you up as gently and painlessly as possible. He was completely silent the whole time, thoughts frantically swirling in his head.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ That was untill he reached the cyan tent.
"DOCTOR!!"
"Harlequin, do not yell like-… I see. Lay them down."
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He's silent, watching as Doctor operates on you,assisting him if he needs it, like handing him tools, holding open wounds, whatever it takes.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He's trying not to cry. But he's having a really, really hard time.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ If you lived, he'd, in his own way, watch over you at all times. He'd dismiss it as:
"You're just too pretty to leave alone."
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ In a joking manner.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ But in reality he slowly becomes more and more obsessed with the idea of keeping you safe, and near to him. He honestly starts going mad if you're apart from him for too long.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ If you die, he immediately blames Doctor, even if he knows it wasn't his fault. But he won't let anyone see him grieving. He's quieter, less inclined to joke, but he acts as if you never existed. Which is why, whenever someone brings you up, the snappiness and rage that follows is so jarring.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ People ask if he's okay, and he scoffs and acts as if he has no clue what they're talking about. But the truth is, he can't help but lie awake at night and hate himself. Because the truth is he knows it's not Doctor's fault. It's his. He should have been faster to get you to him. He shouldn't have wasted time replying.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ "What if"s fill his head 24/7, because yet again… he was behind the death of someone he loved.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ And this time it was for nothing at all.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ I don't think he'd want to live with that reality.
Ticket taker:
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He's seriously not messing around.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ You text him that you need help and he's there, not wasting time panicking.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ You're brought to doctor extremely quickly, and while his exterior is completely blank, composed and calm, as he watches your guts be sewn back up, on the inside this man is about to be ill.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He's very methodical with everything he does, hating messes. This however was a mess he caused, he had convinced himself. And when he finally is told to leave (because his rapid heartbeat was distracting), he is a MESS.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ If you lived, he's constantly by your side when you're healing, to the point where Doctor is getting a little irritated by him always being there.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ But he respects his wishes and leaves, only to watch them through the mirrors in his tent.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He reacts the least insane out of everyone. He's much more careful with you, but it's not suffocating. But he gets severe anxiety afterwards.
"Are you sure it is nessecary to leave at such a late hour?"
"Yes, I understand that you have work tomorrow."
"Allow me to escort you, please."
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ If you die however…
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ I headcannon that Columbina was his daughter. And I also headcannon that this man represses his emotions to hell and back. He doesn't let himself cry. he doesn't let himself process these emotions.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ I can't see him moving on.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He'd act like he had. But he'd refuse to touch anything that was yours.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He constantly finds himself waiting for you, going to your favourite spots in search of you and when he doesn't find you he feels that grief all over again.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ But this time he can't hide it, nor can he handle the grief.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Jester picks up on the changes in his friend but in the end what he says isn't nearly enough.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Ticket Taker slowly just becomes a silent husk for a few weeks not even doing his job in the circus any longer. He just sits in his tent and drowns in misery. Mourning you.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ you were a pain that always caused him trouble, but he missed you, desperately. He felt mad, but was blind to just how bad his mental state had gotten, and it took a thorough talk from Doctor and Jester to actually get him to be himself to a degree again.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ In the end he doesn't actively grieve you, but it's more of a passive anguish that swallows him whole.
Doctor:
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He doesn't check his phone much, but it's times like thid that he was glad he had his notifications on.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He'd been dissecting a specimen, inspecting it's muscular structure and the mutations it had, when he got a notification. He was a little irritated at first, as it had caused him to mess up an incision due to the vibrations.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ However when he checked and saw it was you, he relaxed… right up untill he read your texts. And in a split second, blood rushed to his head and his eyes were a visceral red.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Uncommon opinion, I think Doctor wouldn't be particularly protective of his partner/mate, not unless they clearly show him they want or need help. However when he is angered or his lover's life or wellbeing is threatened, every single entity involved in the situation will be hearing boss music.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He's there in mere MINUTES, and wastes no time at all. He applies pressure to the wounds in your torso and hides you in his cloak, rushing back to his tent. He'd catch the culprits in a second but you…
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ His hands were shaking. They didn't do that, he was a surgeon, they don't shake, why were they shaking? His heart rate. That was why, and adrenaline. He focused on analysing his biological reactions and how to calm them when he couldn't actively help you.
"Sweetie. Focus on your breath.
"Try not to move your stomach."
"Focus, Sweetie. FOCUS. Focus or you will die."
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He usually loves getting thrills like this, using it as an opportunity to study the subconscious and emotional responses. But he hated this. This feeling. That heavy sinking dread. He couldn't recall the last time he felt it, no matter how hard he tried. Had he even felt it this strongly before? He was panicking.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Now. Here's where the split happens.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He is a brilliant doctor. Despite his unconventional methods, he knows what he's doing and he's damn good at it.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ But… your wounds are severe. Your stomach lining was ripped after being stabbed in the torso about six or so times, you have several broken ribs, a broken nose, broken wrists, you have a ghastly rip in your torso that was so deep that in order to reach your stomach, he had no need to make an incision.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Your stomach acid was leaking out of the wounds.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ I don't think that's survivable, regardless of medical practice, because please, allow me to inform you that wounds that affect the stomach are extremely, extremely dangerous. Your stomach acid is digesting your flesh from the inside out and destroying everything all while you're choking on your own blood filled vomit.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ But let's say if he somehow manages to save your life, the second he's out of the tent that was now scattered with loose feathers, and you're stable enough for him to leave your side, he looks down at his gloves hands, drenched in your blood and stomach acid and he just starts shaking. Eyes can't focus, his breathing much too fast for any biological benefit, he was choking on the air his mask refused to let in, and so he ripped it off. And that's when he saw the tears that had been pouring down his face, that he had never even noticed.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ His beak can't open wide enough when inhaling, the oxygen lack makes him dizzy. His eyes can't see anything. His heart- Fuck his heartbeat- he could see it slamming against his chest.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ if he still had his wings, they would have caught him, but he was allowed to crumble to the ground, crimson and cyan feathers puffing up as his chest heaved and clenched.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ The anxiety was swallowing him whole, no matter how confident in his medical abilities he was. He became a doctor to protect those he care for. What if he had failed with you?
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He stays by your side, gently stroking your head once he's calmed down, gently caring for you in the softest way he could.
"Are you comfortable, Sweetie? Please, inform me of any discomforts."
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ he's constantly monitoring your health, more than usual, and has vivid nightmares.
"Please ignore me. I did not intend to wake you. I simply… I wanted to check on you."
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ And what if you had infact died?
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Contrary to popular belief, I believe that Doctor would, once alone, fall into the deepest pit of despair, just about as deep as Pierrot's.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Birds pull out their feathers when stressed, or depressed, and I can't see him not doing this.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ The whole of his nest and floor is littered in slight bloody feathers. But he keeps the extra nice ones, the few that hold colou despite the nutritional drought they had been enduring ever since your death. And he lays them in a box, along with whatever pretty or interesting things he thinks you would have liked. That box sits beside a tenderly cared for picture of you.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He was always good at capturing your likeness in his art. He was especially glad to have that now. Even if your features were starting to blur.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He'd fall into working mostly, inflicting the same wounds on test subjects and trying to save them, partly to try see if there was anything he could have actually done, and partly to make other humans suffer the way you did. If he never manages to save one, he slowly comes to accept the reality of what happened. But he'd have to be stopped by basically everyone to make sure he doesn't turn your corpse into a doll.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ But if he were to ever succeed, even once… He'd pause everything immediately and just… stop. Staring at the fully healed, living subject, a mockery of what you were not. Proving that it was infact his fault that you were dead, because he failed… in a moment of pure madness, rage and grief, his large hands gripped the patient by the skull and slammed in into the ground, skull bursting open like a pumpkin.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ The only reason he doesn't go completely insane and kill everything in sight is because he's being held back by litterally everyone in the circus, but he's fighting, vocal chords burning from the screeches that left his throat. And when he finally gives up, he crumbles to the ground, crying quietly, choking on his breath.
"It was my fault- I- I could have done it-"
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ You know how swans sometimes die from despair when their mates die?
"Sweetie…"
I felt like drawing his crashout ♡
Jester:
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ When you texted him, he completely ignored you, thinking this to be some stupid joke or attempt at harming him and his family, as predicted of humans, but then the minutes passed and the last thing you had sent was your location. It didn't feel fake.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ His is interesting.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He hates you, don't get overzealous there, but he also loves his family. He knows you are extremely precious to every other member of the circus, and now you are basically dead, and it is his fault.
"… Why did you reach out to me?"
"You know I hate you. Why?"
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He'd take you to Doctor, but I think he'd take so long deciding what to do that you'd end up being dead on arrival.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ What was he to do? Should he hide this from them? They'd find out eventually… Maybe turn them into a fool? And what if they saw their face? Pretend he never knew at all??? That one was tempting.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He'd stand there, listening to you choke on your own blood for about ten minutes before finally picking you up and going to doctor at a pace nothing more than brisk, but only after covering all traces of evidence and finding an alternative route away from all eyes and cameras.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ They'd be leaving town the very next day. Nobody could find out about what happened.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ But he'd keep the truth hidden for centuries. That it was entirely his fault the first human to be kind to his family was dead.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Come to think of it…
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He didn't actually think you as an individual were that bad…
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