Mr. Killer clown (nsfw?)

The Meating

Your frozen with fear. All you can think to do is run. 

You run as fast as you can, bumping into mirrors as you go. But whatever this thing is, is faster... You can hear it catching up. But then it runs into a different section of the maze, and as quickly as the thudding started. It stopped... Now its pitch black and--- 

"SHIT!" You dropped you flashlight at the start of the maze. You start to slowly make your way back to the front. As you start to see some light from outside, you also see a figure in some of the mirrors. You choose to just ignore it and keep going. You look at your own reflection and see your arm and leg are bleeding, from slamming into the mirrors.

 As you get closer and closer to the entrance you start to feel it too. By the time you reach the flash light you're limping and holding your arm tightly. You are barely able to walk and are grunting pretty loud and the only thing keeping you going is the little adrenaline you have left. Though as soon as you reach it you black out... The next thing you know your getting dragged across the food court.

As your fading in and out you look up and see a large figure in a black and white suit and a... Clown costume?

"What the fuck?" You think to yourself/ The last time you had seen one of those thing was in 2018. When all those people were running around in them. But that didn't matter right now. The only thing that mattered was escaping.

You wait a while and think about what to do. You decide when he gets far away enough while he takes a brake, you'll run like you've never run before. After about 10 minutes-that felt more like 8 hours-he finally stops and walks away for a while. 

You take the opportunity and run. You might as well have been going 40 miles per hour. You soon hear some demonic sound, and loud fast thudding getting closer... And closer... 

The only thing you could do was pray you were faster than him. But you weren't. He jumps on you and pins you face down with your hands above your head. Straddling you. Hunched over breathing heavily. This time you weren't very scared, because he was breathing right on your neck. His hand was griping your hip HARD. You couldn't help it but let out a small noise that wasn't quite a moan but wasn't a holy one either.

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IM SORRY TO MY FRIEND I HAD TOOOOOO

(E/N - Editor's Note)

WHYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE TO EDIT THIS!!! MY EYES! Anyway, this used to be one paragraph. A singular paragraph. Wtf.