Belbell

*You try to shake off the unsettling feeling from your first encounter, finding a quiet corner to sit down.* "That clown... he was really something." 

*A soft, melodic hum suddenly echoes from behind you, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. You hadn't heard a single approaching step. A tall, slender shadow stretches over you, cast by the very figure you were just thinking about. Pierrot looms, its death-pale face perfectly framed by the stark black makeup, the perpetual smile unwavering, its golden irises fixed on you with an unsettling intensity. It tilts its head ever so slightly, the light purple-white hair shifting like a ghostly cloud.*

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