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This was done using translation tools, so please let me know if you find any errors
I woke up, and they were there again.
They looked straight into my eyes with that beautiful gaze, reaching into my heart. Tonight, they understood me too.
They smiled at me, their playful gestures effortlessly pulling me in.
"Here," they said. "Go on. Do what you've been thinking about. I'm with you. I believe in you completely."
A spark lit up in my eyes, and suddenly the world's colors felt so much more vivid.
But then...
"Why are you staring at the ceiling?"
"Ah... hey. I wasn't expecting you this early."
Pierrot was watching me from the edge of the window. He wasn't wearing his clown costume. Instead, he had on his usual clothes, the ones Neko had designed for him. His mask still covered his face, though, leaving only those black eyes visible.
He lowered his hood, letting his white hair fall over his shoulders.
I opened the balcony door and invited him inside.
"So? To what do I owe this lucky visit?"
As I closed the balcony door, the wind brushed through his hair. Our eyes met through the strands.
Pierrot was just about to speak when another knock interrupted him.
"What am I, a ghost?"
"Sorry... I didn't see you, Harvey."
"I was right behind Pierrot!"
Harliquin barged inside and immediately threw himself onto my bed.
"So this is your house, huh? Pretty boring~"
Rolling onto his stomach and resting his chin on his hands, his eyes wandered toward the drawings on my wall.
"What's this? You collect drawings from little kids?"
"I don't remember asking for your opinion."
A mischievous grin spread across his face, clearly pleased by my reaction.
"You drew these?"
"Yeah. They're pretty old. I keep them because they remind me of my brother."
"Do you still draw?"
His eyes shifted toward the sketchbooks on my desk. In one swift motion, I snatched them up, tossed them into the closet, and slammed the door shut.
"Just some insignificant little hobby."
"If it's insignificant, then you shouldn't mind me taking a look. Unless you've been writing about how much you love me, of course~"
Ignoring him completely, I turned my attention to my phone. Even my grandma's "Happy Friday" message was more entertaining than that Mammon knockoff clown.
Pierrot had gone quiet ever since Harliquin arrived, but the way he looked at him made his irritation painfully obvious. I felt much the same, though I kept my expression calm and neutral.
Harliquin got up and wandered around the room, running his fingers across my books and the shelf filled with small figures.
"So you're still enough of a kid to keep toys in your room, huh? Too bad children aren't allowed into the circus. Should we sneak you in anyway?"
"They're collectibles. Would you stop touching my stuff already? Ever heard of personal space?"
"What? Does hearing the truth bother you that much?"
Even though he kept teasing me, he eventually took his hands off the shelf and leaned against the window beside Pierrot.
"Go wait in the living room. You're taking over my room."
"No need. We're leaving anyway. Since Pierrot got punished, today's job got dumped on us~"
Pierrot's muffled voice echoed through the room.
"A culpa é minha?! Whatever happened was your fault, you little bastard!"
A grin stretched across Harliquin's face.
"Ooo~~ Jester's gonna love this~"
Pierrot looked away, forcing himself to stay quiet, though his hand twitched like it desperately wanted to reach for his knife.
"So what, did you come all the way here just to start a fight in my room?"
"Ah, right. We kept getting sidetracked, didn't we? We came to invite you out."
"By 'punished,' you mean your mom wouldn't let you into the house?"
"You're funny. But no. Jester isn't that cruel."
"So what? You weren't expecting me to go outside wearing pajamas, were you? Get lost for a minute."
"Certainly, ma'am."
Harliquin headed for the balcony and was about to jump.
"Ever considered using the door? I don't know, it's pretty popular."
"We don't waste time with things like doors, sweetheart."
"Go ahead then. Jump. See how that works out for you."
After personally throwing both of them out, I changed into something more suitable. As I glanced toward the balcony, a thought crossed my mind.
Come to think of it... if I jumped from the second floor, I'd probably be fine even if I hit the ground.
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and rested one foot on the railing. Looking down, I saw the other two waiting below.
I shifted my weight forward...
...and let myself fall.
As I dropped, my hands caught the streetlamp pole. Moving with the rhythm of my heartbeat, I spun around it before landing lightly on the ground.
"So you've started pole dancing too, huh? I'd love to see you perform in my tent sometime~"
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Another week has already gone by! The more I focus on the game, the faster time seems to pass!
A good portion of the café scene has already been programmed, but it still needs a few simple sprites. I'll probably use placeholders for now and finish those after the beta testing is complete!
I do have just one screenshots to share with you all! Just remember they may or may not have been edited~
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Mais uma semana já passou! Quanto mais me concentro no jogo, mais rápido o tempo parece passar!
Boa parte da cena do café já foi programada, mas ainda precisa de alguns sprites simples. Provavelmente usarei marcadores (placeholders) por enquanto e os terminarei depois que o teste beta for concluído!
Tenho apenas uma captura de tela para compartilhar com todos vocês! Lembre-se apenas de que eles podem ou não ter sido editados~
Let's assume Mc gets close to the other circus members; how would they react if Mc called them "brother"? Or if Mc told them they saw them as brothers?
(My English so bad sorry TnT)
With love to the whole team ♡
Pierrot would be visibly distressed, trying to correct you while frantically coming up with strategies in his mind so that you will see him as more than a platonic figure.
Harlequin would be confused, then laugh, and taunt you about why you would see him that way or how he can 'easily' make you see him as something else.
Doctor would chuckle and pat you on the head, calling you cute. He'd love to be a big brother to you.
TicketTaker would be horribly confused and wonder how the hell you ever got so comfortable with him to call him such a name. He would politely ask you not to refer to him as such.
Jester would also be confused, likely ask you why you'd call him such a thing and then be sure to let you know that he is NOT your kin.
NOW---if you were to pursue a friendship ending, the protagonist ending in the game (no romance), these answers would change somewhat for pierrot and harlequin at least---those two would then be more accepting to such a title. HERE^^^ I'm just going by how they see you NOW in the game.
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"al" dedi. "yap hadi aklındakini, ben seninleyim, tüm inancımla buradayım."
gözlerimde bi kıvılcım parladı, dünyanın renkleri aniden daha canlıydı.
ama aniden-
"neden tavana bakıyorsun?"
"ah- heey, bu kadar erken geliceğini düşünmemiştim."
pierrot bana pencere kıyısından bakmaktaydı. palyaço kostümü üstünde değildi yerine günlük kıyafetleriyleydi (neko'nun çizdiği) fakat maskesi hala yüzündeydiki siyah gözleri hala görülmekteydi.
kapişonunu indirip beyaz saçlarının omzundan salınmasına izin verdi.
English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes.
☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★Enjoy the freak show𓇬⋆ ﾟ꩜‧˚𑁍ܓ
His golden eyes interrupted my nightmares. He stood beside my bed. Although I instinctively pulled away from him, I wanted to bury myself in his large arms. But my body prevented it.
Memories of the night flashed through my mind. How could I have fallen asleep without being sure he was alright? And had he slept peacefully after I left?
I hoped so.
Pierrot held my hands for a moment. I don't understand... But he was worried about something.
I mean, it was quite sweet to see him like that, though.
Even though the idea of staying with him was appealing, Harliquin wasn't good; he was the important one right now.
I left my room and walked towards his tent.
I parted the curtain slightly and glanced inside. He was already awake, sitting on his bed with his knees drawn up to his chest. There were wounds on his face and, though not visible, on his body.
Yesterday, we all witnessed the damage Ring Master inflicted on him with his dirty hands, it was forced upon him... At that moment, I felt like blood was flowing instead of tears. Every blow he received shared the pain in my heart.
When our lips met, I felt new sensations I had never felt before.
I slowly stepped inside and sat on the edge of the bed. When I brought my hands to his face, he slowly turned his head to the side. I looked into his eyes as if asking for permission to touch, and as my hands slowly found his cheeks, he turned his face towards me, surrendering hisself to my hands.
Even though he didn't look into my eyes for more than a second, that one-second glance ignited a spark in my heart, and that spark turned into a great flame. A silent fire. A silent tragedy. I saw the light burning with hopeless pain in his green eyes.
I gently stroked the wounds on his face with my thumb. Then a kiss on each one, and on the door of his heart, the most broken of all.
Despite a sad ache in my stomach, there was a bittersweet warmth in my heart. My worry for him had merged with my love. All day long I wanted to bury my face in his neck and hold him in my arms. I wanted my stomach to touch his, not his lips.
I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and for us to hold each other tightly. But the wounds he sustained yesterday... That awful moment paralyzed my body, and I couldn't. I couldn't, for fear of hurting him by touching the wrong place.
My eyes lowered, a glance at his body.
"Can I... look at your wounds?" He shook his head no, the same pained, blank expression in his eyes. "My love, please... let me take care of them."
"Columbina, please. Give me some time." His voice was flat and muffled.
I knew I shouldn't insist any further. he was clearly tired and needed to be alone, which he had clearly stated. I gently kissed on cheek and got up. "I'll prepare breakfast, please don't stay out too late."
I stepped out of the tent and started walking in a random direction. When I reached the stream, Pierrot was there. He was sitting by a tree, watching the scenery. When he heard my footsteps, he turned his gaze towards me, and I witnessed his pupils noticeably dilate when he saw me; he was truly sweet, his yellow eyes shining and divine, like gold melting around his dark irises.
I approached and sat beside him. A sweet blush appeared on his cheeks. It was hard to notice on his gray skin, but it was easily discernible to me. I rested my head on his shoulder; the sound of the stream, combined with his warmth, created a completely different feeling. I felt his hands in my hair.
His skin was warm. With his white-short hair, it resembled an Ankara cat.
After a long, silent but sweet moment, her voice broke the silence.
"Is Harliquin okay?"
Hearing that felt strangely good; it was nice to know that their relationship hadn't been ruined because of me and that she still cared about him.
"Yes... said he just wanted to be alone. But I don't know if that's true for you."
"mh hm, I'm sure I'm the first person he doesn't want to be with."
When we arrived at the tents, the other circus members were already awake and discussing what had happened the previous day.
After breakfast, everyone had their assigned tasks. We packed up, returned to our tents, and, after putting on the costumes the Ring Master had asked us to wear, set off for the circus tents where we would perform.
When the final rehearsals were over and everything was ready, those disgusting creatures multiplied one by one inside. Pigs... The filthy wild boars that had condemned us to this place. Under their stares, as if we were visiting a zoo, we began to perform our show. Ugh! DISGUSTING. DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING
I can't say I'm particularly familiar with people's clothing culture, of course, but I was sure the skirt shouldn't have been that short. Filth. Realyy Filth.
As soon as the show finally ended, I freed myself from the stage lights. Without looking at what it was, I grabbed a long piece of fabric and covered my body.
It didn't work. The eyes on me didn't go away. They were still there.
A wailing cry from the tent next door interrupted my dream. understood as I struggled to shake off the deafening ringing in my ears. The ringing wasn't in my head. headache intensified as my blurry vision focused on the light streaming through the door into the darkness.
There was nothing wrong with my eyes, but why?
I got up and, with my weak legs, stepped towards the door. Before I could take my second step, I found myself in chains.
How long have I been like this? Was I put here like this? Had I gotten so used to it?
I don't know what time it is or how long I've been here, but I remember very clearly that I didn't come here on my own. I sat back down on the bed and examined the chains.
For my kind, darkness was always clearer. But today I couldn't see around my bed. Everything was pitch black. I was like a weakly burning candle in the darkness. Weak enough to illuminate, but bright enough not to touch the darkness.
Then I heard her voice. Columbina...
She was humming a lullaby to comfort the crying harliquin. But her voice touched me too.
I set the tone for the lullaby and composed a melody.
The tent walls were thin and quite conductive due to the summer heat. The sounds of our music blended together as if we were side by side.
When the lullaby ended, the night fell into a deep silence.
I desperately wanted to break free from my chains and leap into her arms.
It wasn't that I couldn't do it, but if I escaped,
I wouldn't be able to get away and I would be punished.
Though...did I care?
No, I didn't care. What had held me back until now was the idea that she would also be punished because of me, which wasn't impossible.
Looking around, and room seemed brighter. For the first time, I didn't regret leaving the image of her beautiful eyes, but the longing was heavy.
Even though she gifted that song to someone else, as siblings we should of course comfort each other. Even though... even though she shared those beautiful words with someone else. It's okay. It's okay that she said things like that to Harlequin.
It's okay, he's like a brother to me, of course I want what's best for him. It's okay. It was just for comfort, nothing more. Her heart is with me. Not with them. So it's okay.
The silence continued throughout the night.
A plea escaped from my heart. I thirsted to hear her voice again, and this thirst was killing me. But I didn't dare speak.
My voice seemed to have sunk inside me.
Even if I opened my mouth, the words, like me, were chained to the spot.
When my efforts proved futile, I felt that pain again throughout my entire body.
Worse yet, this time it was centered in my heart. The pain of not being able to reach her voice had pierced my heart, and now it was melting.
I realized I was crying when a tear rolled down my neck. My whole cheek was wet.
Then the lullaby reached my ears again, like a flower blooming in the graveyard soil of my memory. I reached my hand towards the ceiling.
Her hand was in mine, even though I couldn't feel it.
Her eyes were on mine, even though I couldn't see with my own eyes.
Her body was touching mine, even though she was sleeping in the tent next door, her heart was with mine.
Her scent was in my nose, as artificial as her voice. .And words.
Even though I didn't know I would wake up tomorrow, her lullaby was mine this time.
And the night lost its dominion.
I felt the warmth of the morning sun on my cheek as it fluttered its weak wings to reach upwards. My tears had soaked the pillow, and the moisture was on my face.
When I checked where my chains should have been, I felt nothing. I pulled the blanket I had wrapped around my arms aside and sat up. I wasn't tied.
My skin met the light the moment I stepped out of the tent.
My first visit was to her tent. The desire to see her beautiful face was intense,
and this intensity was bleeding. I came to the side of the bed and leaned over her face.
completely angelic.
With her gray skin, beautiful brown hair, delicate beauty, and two tiny horns, I could swear she was a gift from heaven.
While I was lost in this breathtaking sight, suddenly the two gates of heaven opened and her eyes met mine.
I came to my senses when she recoiled in fear upon seeing me. Fear gripped me, my heart pounding.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you—"
Her beautiful voice trembled as she spoke and that made my heart tremble too.
"What are you doing here...?"
She relaxed a little when saw it was me, but still not calm.
"I just wanted to make sure you were alright, my lady. And when I saw how beautiful you looked in your sleep, I felt drawn to you..."
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