Nightmare Merry-Go-Round (Killer Klowns from Outer Space) Fem reader

Chapter 3 - Disguise

Y/N's POV:

"Y/N. What was that...." Marcy stared at me terrified.
I panted and tried to catch my breath as I stared at her. "A clown, genius..." I stood up straight.

"Obviously!!! Why the hell did you start RUNNING!? DID IT TRY TO TOUCH YOU?"

I shrugged and put a hand on my head.
"I don't know! As much as I love scary clowns, that one was more scary looking. I tried to say I liked their costume and they started shuffling around as if they were trying to grab something! And I have no idea what the hell it was holding before!" I sighed and shook my head.
Marcy stared at me blankly.
"Y/N, are you dumb? What was it trying to get?"

"I DON'T KNOW MARCY! What if it was a weapon!? I saved my ass back there. And yours." I added with a nod.
Marcy shook her head. "Well what if it wasn't, what if it tried pulling a flower out to give you?"

I sighed frustrated at her. "Marcy I swear to god stop making excuses for this clown dude. I don't know what it was trying to get but I got a bad feeling in my stomach and unlike SOMEONE.. I actually listen to my gut!"
She stayed silent for a second.

"I guess you never can trust clowns huh... Whatever. As long as we're both okay that's all that matters."

"Do you think it's on its way right now... Like followed us.."

"Y/N STOP. Trying to scare me!!! I'm already freaked out AND weirded out!"

"Sorry girl. That honestly freaked me out too.."

Marcy looked to the side.
"I'm starting to have an off feeling about that encounter too... We need to get out of here."

I jolted up. "Out of here? Are you kidding? And go where?"

Marcy huffed and paced around the entry way of my house. "I don't know!! Where even is that clown anyway—" She paused and ran up the stairs. Shocked, I ran right up behind her too.
She reached one of the windows on the side of my house and started looking around.
"Oh god, Y/N... I can see it from here."

I quickly pushed her out the way to look out the window. I did indeed, see this same fat clown in a white, colorful suit holding those same pink shapes. "What ARE those..." I squinted.

"Beats me... Let me see." She squeezed next to me and glanced out the window.
"Is that ANOTHER ONE!?"

I looked back to see just another clown walking up to the same fat one we had been eyeing.
"It is... And it's holding the same thing!!" I pointed out.
Marcy backed away and sat against the wall.

"Y/N... We seriously need to leave. Why are there so many random clowns in this area..."

"I don't know Marce, but we need a plan before we head out this house. I'll be damned if we leave oblivious and one of those clowns catches us and does god knows WHAT.."

She agreed, "We need to stop by the police station. Tell one of them there's random clowns running around here.. And obviously there's multiple of them. Because those aren't the same two I saw last night.."

My jaw somewhat dropped, I had completely forgot she had saw a pair of them last night as well. I then nodded and looked around.
"Alright. Let's go. But first you need to change out of those god-awful shoes..."

She raised a brow. "What's wrong with them?"

"Girl those are basically heels. What are you gonna do if we need to run and you're stuck in those."

Marcy's eyes widened once she realized. "God, you're right. Have any sneakers I can borrow?"

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