Art the Clown x Reader

Part 1 Ch 6

   You knew something was off. You never had dreams as vivid as that... So what happened? Art had to be real. He had to. Why did he leave?? Was something wrong? It had to be. You didn't have time to dwell on it though, you had to go to work. Maybe you should just forget about Art.

   You got ready to leave and then, well, left. You locked your apartment and started walking to work, because you don't own a car. It was a peaceful walk as you tried to clear your mind of everything that happened; Or everything you think happened.

   You continued walking, in broad daylight, and suddenly, as you walked past an alleyway... You were grabbed. You tried to scream but your mouth was covered, you thrashed around to escape the arms of whoever had grabbed you, but to no avail. You opened your eyes and... There he was. Art the clown.

   You went still and he loosened his grip on you, letting you stand still on your own. You stared at him for a few seconds, "What.." You mumbled. Art did that signature silent laugh and gave you an exaggerated wave. "Where did you go???" You asked in a slightly frantic manner.

   Art gestured around. He just left. He had no reason to leave, he just did. He's deranged, he never needed a reason. He just does as he sees fit. Of course, you weren't entirely aware of that. You weren't aware at all that he was a serial killer. That he had a certain bloodlust that he was setting aside simply because you entertained him. Simply because you were nice to him.

   Art gestured to the darker parts of the alleyway and started walking. "Oh! You want me to follow you.. Uh, okay..." You followed him against your better judgement. You weren't sure where he was leading you, but he was a silly little guy, despite being a little creepy. You were sure there was no harm in following him.

But oh how wrong you were.

   He led you to this abandoned building, through the back and into some other room. He seemed so excited to show you whatever was in there, which just so happened to be a dead body. You stared at it for a few seconds before looking back up at him. You were so confused. Why would anyone do this?? Did he do this? It was such a gruesome sight... And he was laughing.

   "What uh.. Is this, buddy..?" You gave him a polite but nervous smile. Art silently laughed and made a few stabbing and cutting motions as he pointed at the body. "Did.. You do this?" You asked. He vigorously nodded.. But then his expression dropped. Why were you so calm about this?

   He'd seen people in shock before, but you were actually responding to the situation. You were responding like you weren't absolutely disgusted with him. He was confused. You were confused. Altogether it was a confusing moment. He'd brought you here so you'd get scared and he could kill you, but you weren't acting right. You were messing this up for him.

   You both just stared at each other. Why? Why wasn't anything happening? Why weren't you at each other's throats trying to get what you both wanted. What was happening... "Are you gonna.. Clean this up? Who is this??" You tilted your head.

   Art simply shook his head no. He looked almost annoyed with you... But it wasn't just that. He was interested in you. Very interested.