How would they react once you die
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Pierrot will follow his father's steps and die of heartbreak.
At first, Pierrot maintains the mask. He still pretends in front of Jester, still performs the old routines, but the joy is gone.
He begins leaving small traces of MC everywhere: a ribbon tied around his wrist, a pressed flower from their last walk tucked into his collar, a half-finished letter addressed to you that he never completes. He talks to the empty air sometimes, soft murmurs in the voice he once reserved only for you. “You’d laugh at this, wouldn’t you?”
As weeks bleed into months, the heartbreak gets worse and Pierrot grows physically frailer.
He starts “forgetting” safety in performances. Each time, Jester intervenes, sometimes physically hauling him out of danger.
He writes letters to you that grow more incoherent, the pages filled with doodles of your face, pressed flowers, and apologies for not being enough to keep you here.
Harlequin will become a hollow shell of himself once again, just as he was before he met you.
If you helped him rebuild his relationship with Pierrot, he will turn bitterly against him. Every attempt Pierrot makes to cheer him up will only remind him of your absence. He’ll hiss and snap at any physical contact, rejecting it violently. He wants no pity, no sympathy, no gentle words. He's fine. Or so he claims.
In truth, he begins to fade. He eats less, retreats straight to his tent after every show, and speaks to almost no one. He will never be the same after losing you. Some nights he catches himself thinking you were a mistake… only to drown in regret moments later.
TT remains silent for a long time. He knew this day would come, yet the pain in his chest still catches him off guard. After Columbina’s death, he barely processed anything until Jester stepped up as leader.
Now that his life has returned to what it was before you, it no longer feels familiar. He misses your warmth on the rare nights he let you sleep beside him. He misses finding coffee already waiting for him in the morning. He misses the soft way you used to wake him — a gentleness that made even his usual morning grumpiness fade.
Doctor throws himself deeper into his experiments, or at least tries to. He misses you constantly. He can’t look at another human without seeing your face.
In the months following your death, he grows irritable, broody, and aggressive toward troublesome visitors. He doesn’t know how to process your loss. You were his partner, his mate. He knows he will never find someone like you again… and he has no desire to.
Jester takes it better than the others — not because he cared for you any less, but because he has grown used to losing the people he loves. He remembers you with a quiet tenderness. He keeps the book you kept insisting he read (the one he never opened while you were alive). He also still keeps the collar he once used on you. Sometimes, when he’s alone, he looks at it with a small, sincere smile.
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I hope you liked it! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა
I did my best trying to keep it short... I might use these headcanons for future fics~