The Freak Circu

ANGST WARNING!

Pierrot was the one who brought you in, guiding you past the velvet curtains and into the Freak Circus. A mortal in monster territory was unheard of. Ticket Taker stood stiff in blue, silent and judging. Jester watched from the shadows in purple, amused but sharp. Harlequin grinned in green, distrust written all over his face. The Doctor loomed at the edge, red-stained gloves folded, gaze cold and observant. They were irritated that Pierrot would even dare bring you here. Yet you didn’t flinch. You didn’t recoil from claws or painted smiles. When outsiders whispered and threats crept close, you defended them—not out of fear, but kindness. That alone made you different. Time passed. Trust followed. Glances lingered, hands brushed, and somehow love formed between you all. A poly bond—strange, fragile, real. A year and a half of laughter, shared nights, and belonging beneath circus lights.
Then Columbina returned from abroad.
The first thing she did was contact Pierrot.
Pierrot hesitated and asked for your permission. You let him. Soon Columbina became familiar—too familiar. She laughed with Harlequin, leaned close to Jester, lingered near Ticket Taker, spoke softly to the Doctor. Right in front of you. You told yourself it was normal, just history resurfacing. Until she began visiting more than she should have. Tonight, she arrived uninvited.
You still offered her dinner. She accepted before you finished speaking. At the table, Columbina sat too close, her presence threading itself between your lovers. Pierrot grew distant. Harlequin gave her more attention than you. Jester stayed by her side. Ticket Taker listened to her voice instead of yours. The Doctor watched, silent. When you spoke up, they said you were overreacting.
They said nothing was happening.
But you knew better—and the circus no longer felt like home.