Komahina-Spooky Oneshots For Each Day In October

Clown

 (I don't know)

  The guy with the clown mask has been following him for about three days now.

Every time Hinata turns around, he sees the mysterious person with fluffy hair behind a clown mask, watching. At first, he decided to think nothing of it-it's probably just a coincidence; but too creepy of a coincidence. 

   Hinata freezes in the middle of the sidewalk the second he sees the person in the clown mask again, whipping out his cell phone and calling the authorities. But before he can as much as press a button, a gloved hand seizes his wrist.

   "No, darling," The person purrs, "Death first."

  They grab Hinata around the waist, covering his mouth before he can scream. The brunet reaches out desperately as he's dragged, helpless to the back to a nearby alley. The brunet is pinned against the wall, knife suddenly to his throat.

   Tears spring to the corners of Hinata's eyes. "Please. . .Please, I don't want to die yet."

   "Don't cry, my darling, Hajime-"

    "How do you know my name?!"

   "I won't let you suffer the despair of this world any longer. I'll kill you, and then you'll finally be free."

   "I-I don't mind the despair of the world! Please, let me go!"

   The clown-masked killer uses their free hand to remove their mask, revealing swirling grey-green eyes. "No, Hajime. I am going to set you free. Right here, right now!"

   "Please," Hinata pleads, "I won't tell anyone this happened, just please-"

   The killer smiles softly.

   "Goodbye, Hajime."

   He harshly digs the blade into the tan boy's throat, slitting it from one end to the other, laughing maniacally as the pink blood comes spurting out of the body, coating the killer from head to toe.

   "Hahaha. . .You're free, Hajime! You're free now!"

   The killer pulls the blade out, licking the blood off of it before letting Hinata's corpse hit the floor. 

   "You're welcome."