Chapter 7

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2 days later

Y/N sat down looking at her friend, awaiting the reaction. " What the fuck Y/N! He is a fucking killer!" Bff/N yelled. " Please bestie, I just seek your aproval!" , " No you're fucking sick, I can't do this! I'M FUCKING LEAVING!" She screamed, becoming erratic, running to pack her stuff. Y/N sank to the floor and started to cry, at the same time Art became blood thirsty. 

Art grabbed a hammer and sneaked off to BFF/N' room, " The fuck you doin' here clown." CRACK... THUD Art had finnaly killed the bitch and now was merging her skull to the wooden floor with a hammer. " ART!" Y/N screamed seeing the brutal sight Art was caught up in his own world to care. Fear and sorrow struck Y/N as she lost her only friend, yeah they might have had their fair share's of anger and sorrows but they worked it out. 

Art finished getting his blood lust out and walked up to Y/N smiling, " w...why . art?" Y/N stammered through tears, Art ignored this and hugged Y/N trying to cheer her up. Y/N lost so much and was now at the mercy of a fucking clown, but she didn't care she wanted this. Right?

Art held her close and waited for the darkness to engulf them so he could bewitch her into bed. 

Darkness arose and now was the time to cheer her up, (they hugged each other for like 2 or so hours. idk man.) Y/N needed to get her mind off the grusome sight but she noticed that Art was trying to kiss her. She smiled and kissed back and he picked her up and laid her in bed but she just wanted to sleep, to try to get a grip on this new life. Art respected her wishes but tied her to the bed, so she wouldn't try to leave her. She cried that night knowing it was all fake, that this was some twisted fantasy.

Art never existed it was all her she killed the pizza workers, she killed her friend, she kept some poor soul to fulfill her sinful desires. She was finally out done by her captive and tied to the cold dirty mattress alone to die. She cried desperately but without water the dry dusty air made her throat brittle and she died 2 weeks later from dehydration... and was found sawed in half by some random killer clown. 

Sorry for the dark twist but I lost interest and I needed to make this complete, so if you enjoyed this let me know and I hope you have a good day. If you want you can write your own twist just please tell me, if not I don't really care have a good one.


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