Advertencia: no seguir leyendo a menos que quieras experimentar mucho cringe y lo que la falta de sueño le hace a una persona….
Es el cumpleaños de este pequeño hijo de perra que de alguna forma se termino convirtiendo en mi personaje favorito de TFC, como es eso posible…teniendo al bebe precioso de pierrot y decidirte por el menso de arlequín debo estar loca
Anyways, a este desgraciado no le gustan los dulces (pero es tan mentiroso este perro sarnoso que yo no se que creerle y que no…)
Pero recordé que, si le gusta a este duende verde, los chiles, los chiles bien grandes y picosos o si…
Así que le preparé uno…unos…
(en esta imagen se puede ver que hasta arlequín esta sacado de onda…pensando “que barbaro, ni yo cocinaría algo tan jodido como eso…”)
escuchen yo sé que se ven de la verga xd (pero eso también sirve a la mejor y así hasta se le antojan mas a este perro infeliz) además quien es el pa juzgarme, ese wey no ha de poder ni servirse un plato de cereal porque se le quema al pelotudo, al menos yo hice algo comestible… e.e (eso espero)
Escogí los chiles mas grandes, gordos y picosos y los hice con su relleno cremosito y blanquesito pa que los disfrute bien este cabron…
(“ni de pedo pienses que me voy a tragar esa cosa…”
“Ay por favor Arle todos sabemos que peores cosas te has metido a la boca…”)
(“así que este es tu regalo de cumpleaños…un intento de envenenamiento, vaya así que Jester tenia razón, los humanos son criaturas en verdad crueles…”)
(“shh…silencio meu gatinho, yo se bien que esto te recuerda a algo que te encanta…”)
(“y asi mojadito con la salsa hasta se te antoja mas no?”)
(Bueno creo que el platillo fue finalmente aceptado por arlequín…😋)
(o no??? 😨 )
Ay dio mío…que perra vergüenza que este vato sea el dueño de mis chaquetas, a este wey yo le daba permiso de hacerme un hijo y no pagar manutención
Yo me acuerdo la primera vez que juge este juego y me apareció este menso con cara de baboso por primera vez, el cringe que me dio, y luego dijo que lo iba a elegir a el por sobre pierrot, lo único que pude pensar “brincos dieras wey, a mi amorcito precioso de pierrot no lo cambio por nada, vas a quedar como pendejo cuando te quedes solito chiflando en la loma” y al final el que quedo como pendeje fui yo porque si me termino gustando mas el xd
¿Como?
¿Cuándo?
¿Por qué?
Todas esas son preguntas que no tienen respuesta (si la tienen, pero al chile me da hueva escribirlas xd)
Pensar que yo siempre me enojaba cuando en las historias de triángulos amorosos las protas siempre elegían al wey bad boy, playboy con pasado trágico, porque “i can fix him” 🙄 y yo decía "nel, yo jamás elegiría ese wey", y al final si :c que pinches trágicos wey
En fin, "te amo arle, eres divino no importa lo que digan" xd
no me importa que seas de los personajes mas odiados del fandom, siempre te defenderé, no importa que en la vida real probablemente serias tu quien me podría una orden de alejamiento o directamente me matara xdd
Yo cada vez que alguien me quiere hablar mal de arlequin:
Another illustration with the studio @春醴记工作室!
I’m so happy to see Harlequin receiving so much love! Thank you, everyone! So many beautiful and adorable artworks of our lovable little green menace! Happy Birthday, Harlequin!
And just like Pierrot, I ended up making another little tribute haha
Also, only today did I realize Harlequin’s cake flavor would actually be different… oops! =u=''
Feliz cumpleaños Pierrot! 🎉 La estrella mas brillante de todas 🥰⭐
These past few weeks have been pretty chaotic for me, so I was worried I wouldn't be able to make anything for this cutie pie's birthday, but luckily I managed to find some time. At first, I was just going to make brigadeiros, but then I came across a recipe for this brigadeiro ice cream cake (bolo gelado de brigadeiro) and it seemed like something Pierrot might like~
I intended to take a picture of the whole cake, but when I opened the fridge to check, I realized the people I live with had already eaten some 🥲 haha. So I just had to take a slice and take a picture of that…
I'm not good at taking pictures (or baking cakes xd), but it was made with love, and I think that's all Pierrot would care about ❤️
I made this illustration in collaboration with @春醴记工作室 Studio!
I never imagined seeing so much love and so many beautiful artworks celebrating Pierrot’s birthday! I’m truly delighted!
I also made another fun one as an extra little tribute haha!
By the way, some of you may have seen the earlier post where the symbol on Pierrot’s left arm had the wrong color. That was completely my fault, sorry about that hehe. I was so excited that I let that slip by!
Thank you all so much for the messages for Pierrot!
Guide to break up with your clown-monster boyfriend: STEP 1, you don’t.
Summary: Small scenarios of how I imagine the TFC characters would react if you asked them to break up.
Pairing: Doctor x (gender neutral) reader
[Ticket Taker] [Jester]
Content not suitable for minors, please do not interact with me and my content if you are under 18!!
Do not read if you consider yourself sensitive or cannot tolerate the following content: mentions of dismemberment, cannibalism, non-consensual drug use, amputations, deprivation of liberty, hypnosis, manipulation, gory descriptions, angst, hurt/no comfort, yandere, obsession, unhealthy relationships, forced body modification, power imbalance, workplace misconduct/harassment, brief mention of non-consensual touching, loss of control, medical experimentation, medical inaccuracies.
For the full experience, I recommend reading this chapter on AO3.
Doctor: An incurable disease
You wake up, a blinding light floods your pupils, forcing you to close your eyes again.
“Sweetie, you’ve woken up…”
What’s happening?
You don’t understand anything. Your brain feels strange, like it’s made of cotton, and your body feels light, much lighter than normal…
You try to move, but each time you feel your consciousness slipping further and further away…
The smell of antiseptics combined with iron hits your nose hard, but not hard enough to wake your sleepy and mushy brain.
The last thing you hear is the sound of a pen hitting paper.
.
.
.
The second time you wake up, there’s no light, only darkness and a sharp pain that makes you scream until your throat burns.
“Okay, sweetie, hang in there. The medicine’s worn off, but I’m giving you more now. It’ll be over in a few seconds.”
You can’t respond. Everything hurts, everything burns, but you can’t move. Once again, your mind can’t grasp what’s happening.
You lose consciousness again.
.
.
.
The third time you wake up, everything is fine.
"Sweetie?" All you can think about is him, your beloved.
"Doc? What happened?"
"How are you feeling?"
"Good...very good...Why?"
"I'm glad...you were a little sick, you fainted...so...I helped you…feel better."
"Oh...really? I'm sorry I worried you."
"It's okay...you know, I'm the doctor, whenever you get sick, I'll be there to make you better...to...fix you."
You smiled at this; you truly had the sweetest, most tender, and most devoted boyfriend in the world.
You tried to move to hug him, but something didn't feel right.
Your arms
Your legs
They didn't feel…
Right
Yours
“why…why my limbs feel strange…?”
“Oh, sweetie, it’s just a side effect of the medicine, don’t worry…”
“But it’ll pass, right?”
“Of course, you just need to get used to using them…again.”
The side effects of that medicine turned out to be numerous…you usually didn’t mind being your beloved doctor’s guinea pig (at least at the beginning of the relationship…), but no other drug had ever left such annoying and long-lasting side effects, and you were starting to worry.
You talked to the doctor about it, but he just downplayed it, saying it would pass soon or giving you more medicine (PLEASE, NO MORE!).
But the effects continued. You had gotten used to the strange sensation in your limbs, but what worried you most was when you forgot important parts of your memories.
Suddenly you were helping the Doctor with a patient, and without realizing it, you were helping with the inventory with Harlequin, and then in the middle of all that, you were making dinner with Pierrot.
If that wasn't enough, sometimes you felt like the people around you were…strange.
You mean, of course! They were freaks, man-eating monsters, but that wasn't what you meant.
They acted more like…for lack of a better word, like glitched NPCs from some video game.
Repeating actions, dialogues, or doing things that were out of character…
But what scared you the most was seeing the faces of the human visitors to the circus.
And what was so creepy about it?
That none of them had faces to show! You couldn't take it anymore; you had to talk to the Doctor one more time. You felt like you were going crazy.
You went into the cyan tent where your beloved boyfriend should be, doing his experiments as usual.
Today you were going to help Harlequin rehearse his new puppet show.
♰───────────♰
You chose the best seat, the one that gave you the best view of the stage.
Harlequin went up on stage.
Strange. Harlequin's mask didn't have its characteristic green markings.
And his eyes lacked pupils; there were only two completely dark holes adorning his face.
And his smile looked different too. It was a bigger smile than usual, as if someone from behind were pulling his cheekbones to force him to smile.
Were they testing new masks? Damn, you knew it was The Freak Circus of Horrors, but you thought this time they'd gone overboard with the macabre.
What you saw in front of you didn't even feel like Harlequin anymore.
He began to speak.
"Good afternoon, my dear monsters, I hope you enjoy my show."
On stage, appeared a large puppet with red eyes and a beak. It remained you of him. You had seen that puppet several times in Harlequin's previous shows.
"A long time ago, there lived a very strange creature, despised even by the other creatures who one would think resembled him somewhat, and therefore should understand him. But it wasn't so. Apparently, the creature was too strange, too big, too ugly to be understood even by those of his own kind. So, he got used to being alone..."
Had Harlequin's voice always sounded like this?
“You would think he was a rather pitiful creature, and perhaps he was… but he didn’t realize it, or at least he tried not to. The plants became his only companions; he adored caring for them, and they didn’t seem to wither at the sight of his ugly appearance.”
¿sıɥʇ ǝʞıl pǝpunos sʎɐʍlɐ ǝɔıoʌ s,uınbǝlɹɐH pɐH
“The plants became his first love; they were everything he wasn’t: beautiful, delicate, small, useful. What he loved most about them was that, due to their lack of limbs and independent thought, they couldn’t leave him, even if they wanted to.”
ₕₐd ₕₐᵣₗₑqᵤᵢₙ'ₛ ᵥₒᵢcₑ ₐₗwₐyₛ ₛₒᵤₙdₑd ₗᵢₖₑ ₜₕᵢₛ?
“He ended up becoming an expert on plants, and soon this skill and knowledge allowed him to help other beings, beings who, like him, were also alone, rejected by the world, and without anything or anyone. They soon accepted him into their group, and although in his heart he had told himself that he was fine alone, the truth was that having more company besides his plants made him very happy.”
⸮ꙅiʜƚ ɘʞi| bɘbᴎuoꙅ ꙅʏɒw|ɒ ɘɔiov ꙅ'ᴎiupɘ|ɿɒH bɒH
“The ugly creature lived many adventures with his new companions, some better, some worse, but it didn't matter much, because at least he was no longer alone. For a while, he thought that would be the most he could aspire to, the maximum happiness allowed for a being as hideous as himself, but then, that person appeared…”
A second puppet came onto the stage, a smaller and simpler puppet. This one was new; you had never seen it before, but you felt as if you had known it all your life.
“This person didn't resemble him at all, nor his companions. No, they were more like his precious plants. Perhaps that was why he couldn't help but love them too. But he knew that something like love wasn't meant for ugly creatures like him. He had come to terms with that a long time ago. That's why something like the word 'love' was something he only remembered because it appeared repeatedly in his book on the language of flowers, and even then, he forgot it, as that information wasn't very relevant to his life, since he would never have anyone to send flowers to that meant "I love you," much less receive them."
Had Harlequin's voice always sounded like that?
"What a surprise it was when this person, who looked more like a flower than a person, began sending him arrangement after arrangement of flowers, with that meaning he had decided to forget because it was unimportant. This person didn't run away when they saw him; enjoyed his company, listening to him talk about his interests. They even let him use them as his guinea pig for his wildest experiments. Even when the person who looked like a small flower couldn't stop their body from trembling, they bravely remained still so he could examine them and experiment on their body, because in this way they felt they could get his attention, be close to the creature."
“Even when the ugly creature showed its entire ugly self to the flower-like person, this person, just like its plants, didn't flee. It stood still before it, extended its arms, and decided to embrace the creature completely, all of it, even its most hideous parts…”
What did Harlequin's voice sound like?
“And for a moment, everything was wonderful. The horrible creature thought that perhaps everyone, no matter how ugly they were, had the right to experience an emotion like love. But not everything can be so perfect, can't it?"
Was there something strange about his voice?
"Because that flower-like person got sick, probably with a plague, a dangerous and unknown one, that threatened to end the relationship the two had built..."
Yes, there was something strange about his voice.
"I think... we should end our relationship."
His voice wasn't his.
It was you own voice
Coming out of his face
And at the same time, it was coming from the smaller puppet.
And at the same time, it was coming from yourself.
The large puppet with deep red eyes wasn't looking at the small puppet; it was looking directly at you.
Harlequin's hands weren't moving.
But the puppet was.
It was coming closer to you.
It was strange, the puppet had no arms, but you could see the scene vividly in your head.
There was nothing really there, but you could feel a large, cold hand, with the consistency of latex, pressed against your forehead.
A different voice came from Harlequin this time.
And at the same time, from the puppet.
One that sounded like the Doctor's.
"Rapid heartbeat, shortness of breath, unusually dilated pupils, and a higher-than-normal body temperature... all right, sweetie, take a seat. You must be feeling very ill."
You removed its hand from your forehead and took a step back.
"No, Doctor, I'm not sick. I know what I'm saying. I want us to finish this."
The voice came from you,
from the small puppet that was now right next to you,
from Harlequin,
from the other shadows in the audience that you hadn't noticed until now.
The larger puppet still hadn't taken those crimson eyes off you.
"Hmm... all right."
"R-really?" You recited as if you knew this scene by heart.
Strange, since this was the first time Harlequin had shown you this show.
The Doctor-like puppet spoke once more.
“Yes…although it’s more common in human children, feverish delirium sometimes occurs in adults as well.”
Just like that time (What time?) you felt the heat of anger coursing through your body again, the frustration that your relationship with him was always like this…
“I don’t have a fever!”
Your voice
The voices
Echoed throughout the room.
“Well, then the symptoms of delirium must be coming from another condition. I’ll need to run some tests.”
He took your arm, trying to lead you to the chair where he performed his procedures.
You tried to resist, but he was much stronger than you, so you were basically being dragged there.
At this point, you no longer knew who you were.
Were you yourself?
The little puppet?
Harlequin?
The shadows?
You didn't know it, but you knew how the scene continued (and oh god, how you wished you could change the ending, if only you had known…) But your mouth doesn't stop, it keeps reciting the lines you knew by heart as if you'd practiced them a thousand times (even though you only actually said them once…)
“I'm not sick, please understand! You see, this is one of the reasons I want to end things, YOU NEVER LISTEN! YOU NEVER UNDERSTAND!”
“…I am listening…it's just that what you're saying doesn't seem to make much sense. And about understanding, that's what I'm trying to do.”
“Well, you're not trying hard enough!”
“I need to run tests…”
“NO, not for this! You can't get answers to everything just by running your stupid tests!”
“I don’t agree.”
“Please! I’m not your guinea pig. I was supposed to be your partner. Just ask me!”
“Ask?”
“Yes! Ask me how I feel, not just look for physical illnesses. Let's talk about our feelings. Ask me if I'm okay with you giving me certain medications, not just administering them without my consent. Ask me if I'm comfortable with you wanting to try certain drugs that could be dangerous, and not just injecting them into me without warning, without me even realizing it, and then having the fright of my life when I start seeing and hearing things that aren't there and begin to lose my mind. And then when I go to my so-called boyfriend, who should be the person I trust most and who gives me peace, instead of calming me down, he takes advantage of my fragile mental state to continue manipulating me and convincing me of things that aren't true just to prove some stupid theory of his.” You're talking so fast and so agitatedly that you don't know if he's understanding half of what you're saying. Maybe you don't even understand yourself.
“Ask me if I like waking up in the middle of the night, completely naked and tied to a chair, while the person I should feel safe with is cutting and making incisions and changes to my body without my consent. Ask me how I feel when my so-called boyfriend, even after I break down crying, trapped in a panic attack because I can't understand why my intestines are outside my body, doesn't even offer an explanation. He just laughs like a maniac while he watches and fondles said intestines!”
You take a moment to catch your breath
“Damn it, just ask me…if even after all that, I would still want to stay with you, if I still love you?”
He took a moment to speak. You couldn't tell if it was because he thought this was incredibly stupid, if he was afraid to ask the question and get an answer he wouldn't like, or because he genuinely didn't understand anything you'd said and was still trying to process it.
“Do you?” he finally asked
You start to laugh, because it was perhaps the only thing you could do, because anything else would have ended in violence you wanted to avoid, since you knew it would end in your defeat.
"What do you think?"
"Yes?" still with that uncertain tone, of someone who didn't really understand what was happening, but you were already tired of having to explain everything every time, you had no patience left.
"Goodbye, Doctor."
Suddenly you noticed that his grip loosened a little; you couldn't miss that opportunity. You quickly pulled away from his grip and started walking.
You thought he would run after you, but he didn't. He just stood there watching you, his head tilted to one side, as if he didn't truly understand.
You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was typical of him.
He was a fascinating being to you, so intelligent in so many areas, one of the reasons you fell in love with him. And yet, when it came to feelings and relationships, he could be so foolish. You assumed it wasn't his fault; you knew the kind of life he had led before. Obviously, after experiencing something like that, understanding concepts like love and relationships wouldn't be easy, not to mention that you were different species, which only complicated the situation further.
At first, you had been willing to be patient, to teach him little by little about love and all those silly, overly saccharine stories that fairy tales had instilled in you since childhood—about beautiful saviors who change the beast and teach him about sweetness. And love, and they turn him into a perfect, charming prince, a man.
But you were no savior.
And your beast would never stop being that.
Because that's what he was from birth, his most intrinsic nature, something that couldn't be changed with the power of love, nor with spells or magic potions.
You had bitten off more than you could chew.
And in a way, you're aware that the blame for this relationship falling apart lay with both of you.
But perhaps it was more yours than his…
After all, he had been honest with you from the beginning, he showed you the kind of person, of being, he was, and you had been the one who foolishly decided to accept him, hoping to one day change him.
Changing who he was…
Wasn't that cruel of you?
Even though he had accepted you just as you were…
For a moment you stopped, right at the entrance of the tent (¡unɹ ¡unɹ ¡unɹ ¡unɹ ¡unɹ ¡unɹ ¡unɹ ¡unɹ ¡unɹ ¡unɹ)
You turned to look at the doctor.
You expected him to still be there at the back of the tent, looking at you with those big cyan eyes, which sometimes seemed tender when they reminded you of a little bird that didn't understand much about the world, and sometimes gave you nightmares when they looked more like the deep pools of blood in which you would probably end up drowning.
But the doctor wasn't at the back anymore.
He was right behind you.
And his hand was on your neck.
In his hand was a syringe.
At your neck
was
a
needleeeeeeeeeeeeeee
♰───────────♰
Right now, you were in the tent the Ticket Taker used as an office. As always, your duty was to organize and clean everything so it was spotless. You had to check every surface three or ten times to make sure there wasn't a speck of dust, that everything was exactly in its place, or there would be problems—problems you wanted to avoid at all costs. While organizing, you found a book lying on the floor. You picked it up to put it back on the shelf it had fallen from, but your curiosity got the better of you.
WAkE up dn ǝʞɐʍ wAkE up WAKE UP wake up wₐₖₑ ᵤₚwɒʞɘ υq WAkEup dn ǝʞɐʍ qυ wɒʞɘ υqwake upwake upwake upwake upwake up w a k e u p wₐₖₑ ᵤₚWAkE up dn ǝʞɐʍ wAkE up WAKE UP wake up wₐₖₑ ᵤₚwɒʞɘ υq WAkEup dn ǝʞɐʍ qυ wɒʞɘ υqwake upwake upwake upwake upwake up waaakeupw a k e u p wₐₖₑ ᵤₚWAkE up dn ǝʞɐʍ wAkE up WAKE UP wake up wₐₖₑ ᵤₚwɒʞɘ υq WAkEup dn ǝʞɐʍ qυ wɒʞɘ υqwake upwake upwake upwake upwake up w a k e u p wₐₖₑ ᵤₚWAkE up dn ǝʞɐʍ wAkE up WAKE UP wake up wₐₖₑ ᵤₚwɒʞɘ υq WAkEup dn ǝʞɐʍ qυ wɒʞɘ υqwake upwake upwake upwake upwake up w a k e u p wₐₖₑ ᵤₚWAkE up dn ǝʞɐʍWAAAKEUPPPPPPPPPP
You didn't know if it was night or day.
You tried to open your eyes, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't.
Despair was beginning to take hold, but even then, you couldn't do much. You wanted to scream, to call for help, but not even a whisper escaped your lips. The only thing your body seemed capable of producing were tears, which you felt running down your cheek, or at least you wanted to believe that's what it was.
You were about to give up. That pathetic attempt to fight against your own body had exhausted what little energy you had left. You knew you would soon lose consciousness again. As your mind slowly drifted back into oblivion, a loud, hoarse voice, clearly unaccustomed to speaking, startled you, bringing you back to reality.
"How could you do that?"
“It was the only way…wanted to leave…” Now a different voice answered, an unmistakable voice to you, the voice of…
“It’s not right…don’t…you…”
“Please…I…”
“Rarely…I give him…reason,…but” a third voice, this time harder to make out, but your mind began to recall a particular shade of green.
“…I want…to stay,” your beloved’s voice sounded again in the distance.
“Another way…”
“Don’t…I…try, this is…I’ll find a way to fix...”
It was difficult to hear and the voices seemed to be getting further and further away.
“Do-” you tried to speak, but for some reason, it was difficult to open your mouth.
“Doc-” but your tongue felt swollen and heavy; for a moment, you were afraid you would choke on it.
“tor…”
“Doctor…” Finally, something came out. But it was too weak; no one would hear it.
You tried again, this time with more force. But it only caused pain in your throat and chest, and difficulty breathing.
Something was…
Something was very wrong.
And you were scared.
You wanted help.
From anyone.
You tried to get out of bed, but you didn’t have the strength for that either.
You tried to move your legs, but you couldn’t feel anything.
How was that possible?
Had the Doctor been testing some kind of strange sedative on you this time? Some medicine that would make you stop feeling parts of your body?
With all the strength you could muster, you lifted your neck slightly
And you were terrified by what you saw
Or rather, what you DIDN'T saw
The place where your legs should have been was empty. Below your knees, only a bandaged stump remained.
You let out a heart-wrenching scream. Of course, if you could, but you weren't even capable of that in this state. Only a pathetic sob escaped your lips, one that almost choked you.
This wasn't happening
This couldn't be real
It all had to be a dream
Right?
No matter how crazy the Doctor was, he would never do something like this to you, not to you, would he? Because despite everything, he must have at least a little affection for you… right? He would never go that far…
This was just a nightmare, that's all.
While you were trying to convince yourself it was just a dream, the Doctor came into view.
“Oh, sweetie, you’re awake…that’s not good. I suppose you’ve become resistant to the sedative. I’ll have to increase the dose.”
“Wh-wh…what?” What did you do to me? That’s what you wanted to ask him, but it was impossible. Your voice wouldn’t come out, and now, with the crying, your throat had closed up even more, making everything even harder.
He started looking for something in one of the drawers. A syringe and more sedatives. With that in hand, he approached you again.
You tried to move away, to avoid his touch, but you couldn’t move even an inch.
“Shh…it’s alright, sweetie. There’s no need to be afraid. I’m doing this for your own good,” he said, gently holding your arm, feeling your veins. It was painful. Your arm was already swollen and bruised, almost all of your veins were bursting, making it difficult for the doctor to find the right vein to administer the sedative. Even so, it seemed he eventually found where to give the injection.
You let out a miserable squeal, like a dog. You couldn't speak, but you hoped you could convey your message with your eyes.
But no matter how pitiful and tear-filled your eyes were, the Doctor didn't stop.
You tried to fight the sedative with all your might. Something told you that if you lost consciousness, something horrible would happen.
A hunch?
Rather, you saw it.
On the injured surface of your arm, firm lines made with a dark marker. Precise curves encircling the limb, tracing the boundary. It was a sentence. If you fell asleep now, there would be no turning back; you would lose everything (and you weren’t just referring to your limbs).
But even with all your strength and determination, eventually, everything went dark.
♰───────────♰
It was late, it was time to go make dinner with Pierrot.
You were in the trailer's kitchen with him.
He was chopping the vegetables.
You had to cut the chicken.
You took the knife and made a shallow cut along the breastbone, just before reaching the sternum. Being careful not to touch the bone. Just cut enough to separate the skin. Once there, you grabbed a piece of skin that had already separated and pulled hard to detach the skin. You had a little difficulty peeling it off; the blood made the skin very slippery, so you used a napkin to secure your grip, wiped away the moisture, and finished by pulling until all the skin had come off.
You were a little eager about tonight's dinner. For some reason, your stomach felt empty, as if you hadn't eaten anything solid for months. Just imagining the meal made you feel incredibly hungry nauseous.
The smell of blood was making your head spin and your stomach churn. You'd think that after all this time cooking, cutting the chicken would be a less disgusting task, but no.
Once the muscle was exposed, you used the tip of the knife, and following the natural line of the meat, you cut. As the bone became exposed, you made small, light cuts to separate the meat from the bone.
Once you had the fillets, you cut them into small cubes so they could be used in the stew that would be served tonight.
Pierrot was cutting the vegetables.
You couldn't stand the hot, sticky feeling on your hands anymore, so you went to wash them.
But when you looked down at the sink, there was nothing under your elbow.
˙sǝlqɐʇǝƃǝʌ ǝɥʇ ƃuᴉʇʇnɔ sɐʍ ʇoɹɹǝᴉԀ
You brought what was left of your arms to your face, examining them slowly.
Then, you closed your eyes. You counted to three.
.selbategev eht gnittuc saw torreiP
You opened them again. Your arms still ended at the elbows.
It was one of those moments when you were with the Doctor, he was doing his thing while you just watched, enjoying his company (true, there was a time when it was like that).
You felt like it had been a long time since you'd been like that. He was working on a patient, and you, like his faithful nurse, would pass him any instruments he needed.
Usually, you'd also help by bringing materials or going around the circus and the city to find potential patients for the doctor, but lately you hadn't been doing that. Your legs felt heavy, fixed in one position; you had the feeling that if you tried to move them, they wouldn't. You tried to wiggle your toes.
Before you could do anything, the doctor's voice interrupted you.
"Needle and thread."
"Oh, yes!" You quickly handed it to him and forgot about your legs.
"What's wrong with this patient, Doc?" The doctor was suturing a wound on the patient, who fainted after the third stitch without anesthesia.
"It's just a simple wound, we'll suture it to prevent blood loss..."
"How did he get hurt...?"
"He tried to escape."
"Oh..."
"Jester took an interest in this one, so we'll have to stabilize him..."
You noticed the instrument tray; besides the typical doctor's instruments, there was a plant.
"What's this?" The doctor only looked up for a second from what he was doing to see what you were referring to.
“Oh, that’s Justicia spicigera, also known as muicle. This patient lost a considerable amount of blood. I’ll give him an infusion with it; it will help treat the anemia, as it’s a powerful blood regenerator…”
“Oh, interesting…”
This was the kind of day you enjoyed most with the doctor, when it was just the two of you enjoying your time together (when you weren’t the one strapped to the chair), learning new and interesting things. You took the small plant in your hands; using your fingers was a little difficult, as if they were somewhat numb.
First your legs, and now your hands.
You thought about asking the doctor for a recommendation for the numbness in both of them.
The light inside the Doctor’s tent wasn’t very bright. (To you, of course, he could see perfectly). But you made the mistake of focusing your gaze as much as possible on your arms.
No.
Those couldn’t be your arms.
Fingers made of wood.
Or perhaps porcelain? They stretched out before you.
Those hands trembled.
Those fingers expanded and contracted whenever you thought about doing it.
You brought those hands to your face.
Your legs also lost their balance and fell to the ground with a crash.
You heard something crack.
You wished it had been your bones.
But there was nothing of the sort there anymore.
What remained was something that resembled legs.
Your legs,
attached to you.
Even when they began to crack, as if they were made of ceramic, you felt no pain, only intense, overwhelming fear.
So, you screamed, with all your might.
The doctor stopped what he was doing with the other patient and quickly came to you.
He hugged you tightly and whispered in your ear,
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay. I know they broke, but it’s alright, I’ll fix them, I’ll fix them for you. Everything, everything will be better. I’ll make them out of a new material, prettier, more real, stronger. You’ll be perfect, calm down.” It was probably one of the few times you heard him speak to you so affectionately. If it weren’t for the situation you were in, you might have enjoyed it more.
“Why?...Why?” That was all you could manage to say.
“Why what, my dear patient?”
“Why did you do this to me?”
“Why?” The doctor paused for a moment, thinking.
“Because as your doctor, my wish is for you to be well, perfect.”
“Well?! For crying out loud!!! Do you think I look well?!”
“Of course not. As I mentioned, I still need to make adjustments.”
“Adjustments…?” you were left speechless again, you really couldn't understand what this person was saying; what level of madness could he reach?
“Yes, I still need to fix your prosthetics. They need to look more natural. I imagine that will make it less of a shock to your mind, right? Not to mention that I still need to find the right treatment for…that strange illness of yours. I’m having trouble with it. I’d like you to be patient.”
“Illness? What illness?! I wasn’t sick with anything! You’re the one who’s left me completely disabled!”
“Not disabled, no. You see, the limb amputation is part of the treatment, but not the whole thing.”
“What the hell are you talking about, you lunatic?!”
The doctor decided to ignore the comment; he knew you weren't in your right mind. It was the illness speaking.
"Well, let me explain. The removal of your lower and upper limbs, as well as the administration of medication, is intended to stop one of the symptoms of your strange condition. Of course, I'm referring to the symptom that makes you want to run away from me."
When you didn't interrupt him (not because you don't want to, but because you really don't know what to say, everything’s just too much) the doctor continued,
"Obviously, you suffer from a strange psychiatric illness that has altered your behavior, causing all those erratic attitudes, atypical of your usual behavior, such as your fear, anger, repulsion, and desire to run away from your partner. This is illogical, since your partner is the person you should love for your entire life. It doesn't make much sense that you would suddenly feel fear or repulsion for something you've loved for years, so suddenly, does it? But don't worry, I won't take any of this personally. I know this isn't you; you are only sick. It's my duty as your doctor and as your partner to heal you…and I will, I swear on my life, I'll correct everything, everything will be alright again."
"I'm not sick! The only crazy one here is you!! I don't love you anymore for that reason. This isn't something that happened overnight; it's a situation you gradually created with all the horrible things you put me through, damn it!" You wanted to scream, you wanted to run, you wanted to smash his stupid face, tear every limb off his body, but since you couldn't, all you could do was cry, looking at what was left of your body, lamenting what you had lost.
"I understand you're angry. When a doctor has trouble giving a diagnosis, when a patient has to go through treatment after treatment, painful, confusing, and without seeing any results, it's normal for feelings of frustration and anger to arise. But I beg you to be patient. I know I'm about to fix it."
“Fix it? Fix it?! How is it possible that you're still unable to see it at this point! There's nothing left to fix, you ruined it, you ruined me!” your voice breaking was breaking, but you kept talking, you had to, because at this point it was the only thing you could do.
“I hate you! I hate you! I wish I'd never met you! I wish I'd run away the first time I saw your stupid face! I wish I'd feared and despised you from the damn moment I knew you were a monster…” You were choking on your own tears
“Damn it! I wish you'd killed me! Instead of doing this!” You used your clumsy hands made of…??? To try to hit him, scratch him, anything, anything that would soothe a little of the pain and despair you felt inside, but if you couldn't even scratch him with your normal limbs, you were even less likely to now. It was no different than feeling the little kick of a kitten.
But that didn't really matter.
Your words had caused more damage, more pain than any physical wound could inflict.
No matter how much he tried to tell himself again that it was just the illness talking, making you say things you didn't really mean, so he shouldn't let it affect him too much, it took him a while to compose himself.
Until finally, after a while of awkward silence (broken only by your crying), he spoke…
“At first, I was reluctant. Psychiatry isn't really my thing, but for you, I decided to delve into the world of human mental health and found a rather peculiar technique, one that I think will be very helpful in this case. Don't worry, it's a fairly quick and apparently quite simple surgery. I mean, the doctor who performed it didn’t even need to do it in a hospital. It doesn't require anesthesia, but I'll try to make it hurt as little as possible.”
You didn't like where he was going at all. You no longer wanted this creature touching your body, changing it at its will without giving you any say in the matter. You tried to drag yourself out of its reach, even though you knew it was useless. He picked you up and carried you back. "Be good for me, sweetie. If everything goes well, I promise it will be the last part of the treatment."
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Tonight, Jester was presenting a new play
Or perhaps it was an old one,
You were sitting among the audience
You were standing on the stage
The story was about a sad and lonely creature who missed his beloved, so with the remaining he had of them, he built a new one, a new doll who would love him and never leave him
The new doll had beautiful arms made of porcelain. But these arms had very limited mobility, so much so that they couldn't even lift a fork on their own, so they had to rely on the creature to eat, drink, or do anything at all
And most importantly, they were no use for fighting, so they couldn't get away from the creature
The doll had beautiful legs made of porcelain. But these legs were only for decoration; they couldn't move on their own, so they had to rely on the creature to move them around.
And most importantly, they were no use for running, so they couldn't get away from the creature.
The doll was beautiful, and they couldn't run away from him; they reminded him so much of the plants he loved, reminded him of the other dolls that kept him company. But…something was missing to make the doll really resemble his lost lover.
The doll couldn't say "I love you."
This saddened the creature greatly, until he discovered a magic spell in a book, a spell that would allow the doll not only to speak and promise love, but to believe feel it.
So, the creature got a wand and pressed it hard, hard against the doll's head. He thrust it into the doll's eye and kept pressing until he reached the doll's brain. And when something went "pop!" the doll finally awoke and saw him, saw him as his beloved used to see him,
with love…
And so, after promising each other eternal love, they lived happily ever after…
A strange story for the circus of horrors; it wasn't common for any of the stories to end happily. But perhaps Jester wanted to experiment with something new?
In any case, you didn't like it.
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You and the doctor were snuggled together. In his arms, you felt like a small rabbit being torn apart in the jaws of a hungry wolf, safe and loved.
He held one of your hands, gently tracing its contours with his fingers, gazing at it intently, silently.
“How have you been feeling lately? Any pain, discomfort, or strange symptoms you'd like to tell me about?”
You laughed, because everything felt great!
“I know you're a doctor, but our conversations don't always have to be about my health, okay? I'm fine, I'm better than ever, I think. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Of course I worry. I'm not just your doctor, I'm…your partner. Of course, I want you to be perfect, always.”
You smiled at him. That's all you could do, all you wanted to do, only that.
“Well, since you don't want to talk about your physical health, let's talk about your emotional state…does that seem more appropriate?”
“Sure…what do you want to talk about?”
“How do you feel…” He paused, as if it were a little difficult for him to continue, as if he were afraid to ask (but that was kind of ridiculous, wasn’t it? He wasn’t that kind of guy).
“How do you feel about me? About us?” he finally said, squeezing your hand tightly (if you could feel it, you would have been afraid he’d break some bones). (Lucky you, being the doctor’s partner had the exceptional benefit of only breaking your bones under anesthesia…most of the time).
The smile on your face froze.
“How do I feel about you?”
Obviously, there was only one answer.
There was only one answer.
There was only one answer.
There was only one answer.
There was only one answer.
There was only one answer.
“I love you!”
He smiled at you, but somehow the smile felt melancholic.
Neko, do I need to read the comics and follow the asks?
No, that’s just extra content for those who want to understand more about the lore behind this world. All important and relevant information will be in the game.
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Why is MC being human important?
Let me show you the meaning behind it. You’re in the middle of the jungle, and suddenly you’re surrounded by wolves. What would surprise you more being saved by another human, your own kind, or one of the wolves turning against the pack to protect you? That’s the context I want you to understand.
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Did Harlequin and Pierrot propose marriage when they bit MC?
No. Right now, they’re competing for you in a game of flirtation. Those bites are not proposals. I mentioned there’s context, and that the mark would leave a scar and MC has no scar!
It’s like when a friend gives you a ring that doesn’t mean you’re married, right?
Marriage and courtship among monsters are different, and MC should definitely be aware of what’s being proposed. So relax! For now, they’re just teasing each other and lightly trying to mark you.
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Black tent and pink tent
I can’t answer anything about those topics! That’s something you need to explore in the game and interpret for yourselves.
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What happens when the circus leaves? And Carol? And the fools?
All of that will also be explored in the game, so there’s nothing I can answer about it right now.
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Why does the game only have English voice acting?
I don’t know any Brazilian or Chinese voice actors, and adding voice acting is new to me. I never planned for the game to have it, but @darthsuki’s performance really convinced me it would add more emotion!
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How many endings will the game have?
I’m planning multiple endings, but I can’t give a number right now. I might change my mind, so I prefer not to set expectations yet.
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What does the “poly route” mean?
It means MC will fall in love with Pierrot and Harlequin at the same time. The rest is up to your interpretation. Just like Jester’s tent, I won’t say too much about certain parts of the game so you can form your own interpretations that’s all!
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Will Pierrot abandon MC?
Where did that come from? A lot of people asked me this, so I’ll be very direct:
NO. There is nothing that would make Pierrot abandon MC. Never.
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Are MC and Columbina the same person/reincarnation/descendants?
No. MC has no connection to Columbina.
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Does Pierrot still love Columbina?
No, Pierrot has grown up and matured a lot since then, he no longer thinks of Columbina that way.
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What do the circus members/monsters find attractive in humans?
You know when you come across a group of cats on the street, and you recognize that they’re all cats, but you’re unable to distinguish their gender or other traits that define them individually? That’s how they see humans. They learn to recognize patterns to tell them apart, like “most females have long hair, but not all,” or “most males have beards and more body hair, but not all.”
Appearance isn’t exactly what attracts them, but other factors… maybe I’ll talk about that soon.
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What if I don't want anything romantic with the characters?
The protagonist's route won't involve romance, but you can still choose whether or not to form friendships with them.
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Why are some answers no longer canon?
I’ve mentioned before that while I was still writing the full script, I might change my mind over time.
Many asks made before I wrote Day 2 may not be very helpful anymore. Thanks to the @iwasbibliomaniac masterlist, I’ve started reviewing them and already removed some that no longer made sense to keep. Now I have a more solid foundation for the script, and I only answer questions that align with what’s already structured in it.
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