𓍯 ִֶָPIERROT. ⚚༝༚༝༚

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, the lights off, only the soft glow of a small lamp illuminating the room. Your best friend had stayed over; after your boyfriend cheated on you so blatantly, she didn't want to leave you alone. The neighborhood was quiet, one of those places where nothing ever happens, until the silence was shattered by a loud burst of music.

Suddenly, the song "El Clavo" began blasting against your windows at full volume. Curious and confused, you and your friend peeked through the crack in the curtains. You were stunned. There he was, Pierrot. He was standing in the middle of the street, holding a giant sound system above his head. Despite his fixed porcelain face, he seemed to be giving it his all as he "sang" at the top of his lungs right through the most iconic part:

—If your boyfriend dumps you tonight, tell him you're not alone!! That you're with me, that I'll take care of you... unlike that idiot!!

A blush crept across your cheeks as you saw the neighbors peering out their windows, completely bewildered by the commotion. You knew perfectly well that the "serenade" was for you. Your friend let out a stifled giggle, and you glared at her, trying to maintain your composure, but the situation was just too absurd.

Suddenly, the music stopped with a sharp screech. Three neighborhood dogs, enraged by the noise, lunged at him, barking fiercely. Poor Pierrot, in a fit of panic, leaped superhumanly and climbed a lamppost, tangling his arms at the top as he threw the stereo at the dogs in self-defense.

Your friend burst out laughing, unable to contain herself any longer. And although you wanted to die of embarrassment, seeing that dark and mysterious creature that didn't even speak, all tangled up at the top of the pole thanks to some canines, you couldn't help but let out a soft giggle.

—That "idiot" at least has initiative—Your friend said, laughing.