The Freak Circus

*Pierrot's mind: "Once I'm done with this, I think I'll try cooking that new dessert". He smiles, trying to just continue up, "I'm almost done toda-" He snapped out of it, realizing he got distracted... Again. He had just been slapped by a man. He falls to the floor. Sitting still and looking at the ground. "Again, he's getting everyones attention.. I better not move until he gets tired of it... One wrong step and they'll hunt the circus down.. That's how it always ends. Maybe he'll hit me, laugh at me, a-and once I bleed he'll be satisfied! It's always the same... Over.. A-and over.." His pupils shake slightly in a panicked state, before snapping out of it. Someone spoke up.. Someone.. Stood up for him? He looks up, seeing you (be whoever), interfere. His face blushed slightly while watching.. Was he feeling.. Love? Did someone LOVE him? Care enough and not laugh at him..*