#paggliaci

Yes I will answer about him! Let's see what I can say about him...

He's actually my favorite out of the clowns. I know in some scp related articles the name is used as a pseudonym for Bobble. But I'm already twisting characters for my own pleasure

I got the idea from reading the original play to make them into three different men.

Canio is the name of the protagonist of the play,

Paggliaci is the person he plays

Pierrot is the stock character that is an idea older than the play itself.

Pierrot is definitely more morose than Canio and Paggliaci only in a self-contained way. A good deal more stable. So I saw that since he's morose and 035 is the Lord of anguish then it would be fitting to have him join

All three clowns are obsessed with Columbina but Pierrot managed to have an attempt of a relationship with Pierrette. (Failed, sadly) Despite their clownhood all three of the men are stuck in the conjunction of sadness/manic glee.

Given Pierrot's level headedness, Pagliacci chose him based on this quality. That and that he's a higher class clown in the society of clown town.

Pierrot is the tallest of the three followed by Paggliaci and lastly canio.

He'll be present for the remainder of the fic. And play a part in the readers plot.

Say no more.

A circus is how you somehow ended up here. Coming with friends when you got distracted by a cotton candy stall. You lost them in the crowd but at least you got your sugary treat!

The weirdness started when you noticed everyone you passed by had clown paint on. The circus grounds seem to stretch forever and the shows got progressively stranger. Things the human body shouldn't be able to do were happening in front of your eyes. Your smile slowly fades away to confusion and disquiet.

Everyone seems to be staring at you. Laughing. You're too scared out of your mind to stop and ask what's going on. There's a sensation of being surrounded. By who? By what?

By them. The creature that live in clown town.

It's over a game of pin the tail on the high clown that he sees you scurrying along the grounds. Cotton candy clutched to your chest and a wide eyed look of terror.

It's clear to him you're human. You have no clownish features and for some reason Paggliaci finds you utterly enchanting.

He steps away from the game and walks towards you. The clowns watching titter and shout. "Evviva! il principe. Sei de’ Pagliacci. Tu i guai discacci. Col lieto umor. Evviva! Son qua!"

Ignoring them, he tries to contain his sharp white teeth in his mouth as he approaches and speaks.

"You don't belong here."

You look at the man in front of you. His clothes are bright and decidedly dramatic. As if from a theater closet. "Please I don't know where here is. I didn't mean to interrupt I was just trying to find my friends-"

"There's no need to be scared. We are good company." He bows low and takes your hand to kiss. You almost flinch at the soft brush of his threatening teeth. "I am Pagliacci. Let me welcome you to our town."

You lean back to scan him once more. Eyes looking up at him with curiosity. Oddly charmed by him. "It's nice to meet you Paggliaci." You don't want to speak anything louder than a whisper. This entire experience seems like a dream.

He pulls you along the street. Gloved hand in yours and warm to the touch.

The people exalt him or boo and throw tomatoes. Though he shields you from the former. He's some kind of leader in this place.

You ask a thousand questions and instead of answering he shows you.

Under a Kaleidoscope sky he shows you wonders, eyes never leaving your face as it dawns with awe. The polka dot fabric of broken reality, the grand competition of smiles where the competitors shock and entertain.

You two have dinner of sugary sweets you fear you'll have new cavities. There's a whoopee cushion under your seat and you nearly die of embarrassment when it farts. But he laughs. You find yourself joining him.

"che bel sorriso!" He breathes. "You simply must stay, please? There is so much I wish to show you. To know you."

And how can you deny this charming clown man?

You want to go home? he'll help you! Right after this show... And the next... And then maybe a stroll through town... Oh and he's dying to show you a feature in town that every visitor must see.