-A twisted Fate?- An Art The clown x Fem!Reader

The Desperate Escape

As the clash between Art and the masked figure echoed through the warehouse, you realized this was your chance, your only chance.

Your heart raced, blood thundering in your ears as you watched the two men, caught in their strange, violent dance. The clang of metal on metal, the sound of heavy boots scraping across the floor, and the eerie silent laughs from Art filled the space. They were focused entirely on each other, the tension between them palpable, and for the first time since this nightmare began, neither of them was paying attention to you.

Your breath hitched as you slowly inched away from the wall, your eyes never leaving the two figures. The masked man swung the heavy chain again, the hook barely missing Art, who ducked and twirled with his usual disturbing grace. This was your moment.

You turned and ran.

Every muscle in your body screamed in protest, but you pushed through the pain, driven by sheer terror and the instinct to survive. The concrete floor felt uneven beneath your feet, the broken machinery and scattered debris making every step a risk, but you didn’t slow down. You couldn’t. Not now.

Behind you, the fight raged on, the sounds of metal striking metal growing more distant with every step you took. The shadows swallowed you as you darted through the maze of the warehouse, the flickering light bulbs casting eerie shapes on the walls. You had no idea where you were going, there was no clear path to freedom, but anywhere had to be better than staying here.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, your legs burning as you sprinted down a narrow corridor. Every corner you turned seemed to stretch on forever, each hallway blending into the next, as if the warehouse itself was a never-ending labyrinth designed to trap you. The air was thick and cold, the musty smell of rust and decay clinging to everything.

But you kept going.

Fear surged through you, pushing you to move faster, your pulse pounding in your temples. You couldn't afford to stop, couldn’t afford to even think about what might happen if they realized you were gone. If Art won the fight… if he came after you again…

No. You couldn’t let yourself think like that.

Just keep running.

You skidded to a stop when you saw a faint light ahead. Your heart leaped into your throat, was this it? An exit? You sprinted toward the light, hope blossoming in your chest, only for it to die just as quickly.

As you rounded the corner, you came face-to-face with a large, rusted door, half-blocked by stacks of broken crates and machinery. The faint light was coming from a crack in the ceiling, far too small for you to escape through.

Panic surged again, and you frantically scanned the room, searching for something, anything that could help you. Your hands shook as you tried the door, but it was locked tight. Of course it was. You cursed under your breath, pulling at the handle, trying to force it open, but it didn’t budge.

A soft sound behind you, barely a whisper sent your heart into overdrive. You froze, your fingers still clutching the door handle. The faint sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway behind you, slow and deliberate. Someone was coming.

Your breath caught in your throat as you spun around, pressing your back against the door. The footsteps grew louder, but you couldn’t see anyone yet. Your mind raced. Was it Art? Had he somehow gotten away from the masked man? Or was it the masked man himself, coming to finish what Art had started?

You couldn’t wait to find out.

In a surge of adrenaline-fueled desperation, you darted toward a pile of broken machinery in the corner of the room. You squeezed yourself into the narrow gap between two large, rusted machines, your body trembling as you crouched down, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Your breath came in short, shallow gasps as you pressed your hand over your mouth, trying to stay quiet, trying to stay invisible.

The footsteps continued, growing closer.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to disappear. Every fiber of your being was screaming to run, but you knew it was too late for that. Whoever or whatever was coming would be here in seconds.

And then, the footsteps stopped.

You opened your eyes, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure it would give you away. The room was deadly silent now, save for the faint sound of your own breathing. You strained to listen, every muscle tense, waiting for the next sound.

But nothing came.

For what felt like an eternity, you stayed there, hidden in the shadows, your body trembling with fear. The footsteps didn’t resume. Whoever or whatever it was, they were gone.

You slowly, cautiously, peeked out from your hiding spot. The room was empty. The hallway was empty. For now, at least, you were safe.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You needed to keep moving. You couldn’t stay here. If Art or the masked figure found you, it would all be over.

Carefully, you crawled out from behind the machinery, your legs trembling as you stood up. You scanned the room again, looking for any other way out. There had to be something.

And then, your eyes landed on a small, half-hidden service hatch in the far corner of the room, barely large enough for a person to fit through. It was old, rusted, and likely hadn’t been used in years, but it was a way out.

You hurried toward it, your heart racing as you dropped to your knees and tried to pry it open. The metal groaned in protest, but after a few frantic pulls, it finally gave way. You stared down into the dark, narrow tunnel that stretched beneath the warehouse, barely wide enough to crawl through.

It wasn’t ideal. But it was your only chance.

Without hesitating, you lowered yourself into the tunnel, the darkness swallowing you whole as you crawled through the narrow space. The air was damp and cold, the walls pressing in on you from every side, but you forced yourself to keep moving.

You didn’t know where the tunnel led. You didn’t know if it would take you to safety.

But you couldn’t stop now.

Not when you were so close...