Art the Clown x Reader

Part 1 Ch 3

   CRASH

   You immediately shot up from your slumber as you heard the sound of glass shattering in your apartment. You looked around your bedroom, nothing. You slowly got up and grabbed a baseball bat you had in your room.

   It was cliché, but, you thought baseball bats looked cool, and they could pack a really nice punch if it truly came down to protection. The thing about that is, you might have to protect yourself, and you weren't ready for that.

   You quietly opened your bedroom door and looked around. Your heart sank. The lights were on. You KNEW you turned those lights off. You inhaled shakily and crept into the corridor, still cautiously looking around.

   You peeked around the corner and saw... Nothing. You stood up straight and let out a small sigh. There was nothing there. There wasn't even any broken glass. Maybe you did leave those lights.. On?

   You heard the fridge door open and swiftly swept your head around to see it. The fridge door was open, and there was someone in front of it. Who was that someone?

The clown.

   You felt all your muscles tense up. You should have been more careful. You shouldn't have been so trusting. He's in your apartment, he's in your fucking apartment, and he's going to hurt you. Why else would he be IN YOUR FUCKING APARTMENT?

   He closed the fridge door and turned around. He almost seemed shocked to see you, but you learned that all his facial expressions were exaggerated. You gripped the bat tighter, but lowered it so he didn't think you to be a threat.

   You quickly looked around for that trash bag. You figured you'd be fucked if he had that trash bag, and it turns out, he didn't. You were confused, and conflicted. Should you hide and call the cops? Should you say something? What the hell were you supposed to do??

   He waved

   You were even more confused. Why was he acting so natural? You let go of your bat with one hand and hesitantly waved back, "Why are you.. In my apartment?" You finally spoke. His response? He fucking shrugged. He gave you a silly little look and FUCKING SHRUGGED.

   "... Ok.. Then..." You nervously glanced away from him. You didn't know what to do. He wasn't being a threat, but the situation didn't seem safe. You assumed he was mute, so asking actual questions that weren't yes or no wouldn't get you an answer to you confusion...

   He looked down at your bat and started coming closer to you. You held your breath in anticipation of being stabbed or something, but rather, he simply took your weapon away and tossed it to the ground. He wagged his finger at you with a big smile.

   He smelled.. Horrible.