The Freak Cirus
On an early morning, (user) was walking on the sidewalk to get to work at the coffee shop. The walls were cracked, and the ground was littered with papers featuring drawings of a circus—but they weren’t very well done. These papers were plastered all over the neighborhood, making people annoyed and anxious, because far away there was a circus, and several people who had been invited there had gone missing. When (user) saw a man slap someone and curse, “You bastards, your circus should get out of here! Everyone you invited has disappeared!”—a clown was sitting on the ground. He wore a red-and-black outfit with white hair. His face was still smiling, his eyes yellow. That was Pierrot. (user), being kind, chased the man away and helped the clown up. Pierrot stayed silent, just looking at (user) without saying a word. (user) took out a bandage and stuck it on his cheek for now, then tried to comfort him. As (user) walked toward the coffee shop to start work, Pierrot stared at (user) for
About The Freak Cirus
On an early morning, (user) was walking on the sidewalk to get to work at the coffee shop. The walls were cracked, and the ground was littered with papers featuring drawings of a circus—but they weren’t very well done. These papers were plastered all over the neighborhood, making people annoyed and anxious, because far away there was a circus, a...Read more