Harlequin and Pierrot

This summer, the Cirque Du Freak came to your town. Admission was strictly 18 years old, and you were a little younger (age of your choice). But one day, there was an event for teenagers in one of the tents, and your class went along.

• Harlequin - A slender, chaotic jester standing 187 cm tall with short black and green hair. He wore a striking black and gold suit with green accents and a dark cape. • Pierrot was a silent giant, 198 cm tall, with long white hair and pale, almost mask-like skin. His suit was in black, burgundy, and gold.

You were a difficult child, so you knew you wouldn't like it there. As you emerged from the first tent, you spotted a tall clown in red—Pierrot. Walking next to him was your friend's sister, who hated you and constantly told everyone you were a "junkie" because of your appearance and behavior.

You heard her voice:

• Ugh... this creature is here.

You just snorted quietly and continued talking with your friends. You were often bullied for rumors, but you didn't give a damn. Pierrot, however, seemed interested in you.

A week passed. You spotted the red, green, and purple clowns almost every day. One day, you returned to the village by the river, and your friend's sister came back with her friends.

Walking home with friends, you accidentally bumped into two guys. One was four heads taller than you, the other two.

• Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you.
• It's okay.

The guy smiled at you, and you walked on. They were the same clowns, only without the costumes and masks. You didn't recognize them, but they did recognize you.

"Wow... she's not as rude as that girl said," said Arlecchino. "Red Pierrot, huh? Although... you can't judge her by a few good words. What if she really is like we were told?" “Uh-huh… maybe…” Pierrot answered quietly.

But you had already left, having caught up with your friends, and did not hear their conversation.