𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: this one's low-key disturbing lol. Also I re-watched the virgin suicides and lolita before writing this so prepare yourselves. 💀
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𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚.
A girl lay on a freshly mowed lawn in the sauntering heat of the July Jupiter sun. Sun leaked through gaps in branches of the only slightly moving trees, located in the forest behind her garden.
A huge white mansion towered over the grass, her personal place of residence.
The cold mist of a sprinkler sprayed her gently every few seconds, allowing her to stay comfortable in this seemingly never ending Florida heatwave.
Her feet wavered in the air, freshly manicured toenails and a golden tan. Her once white dress, (now transparent) clung to her body making it easy to see her floral themed underwear set. Her hair held close to face, dripping occasionally onto the book she was engrossed in.
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She was so engrossed in fact, that she didn't notice the clown that had been watching her for the past 10 minutes from behind a tree, who was now trudging along the lawn towards her.
However, this was no normal clown. He was sporting a dirtied white outfit, including red and yellow pom-poms clinging on by a thread and a half clown mask only covering his mouth.
In an instance, he swatted the girl over the head with a wooden juggling bat causing the girl to fall unconscious almost immediately. He swiftly tucked the bat away in his pocket and easily slung the girl over his shoulder then trekked back into the thick forest only leaving the book behind.
