Just one shots with Sophie

65 (art the clown)

Y/n is 22 Art the clown is 99+

Warnings: the stuff that happens in the movies, SH.

~Y/n pov~
I sat on my bed bored as fuck everyone doesn't want to go outside with me because of Art but I must say from the pictures I've seen he is pretty hot.

I know it's weird to say but I don't really care about my life anymore my whole family are murdered by him.

Almost all my friends are dead "you know what I'll be going outside alone then" I mumbled I got ready and walked outside.

I went to the mall to my luck it's open but no one is here "free stuff" I mumbled and took stuff I turned around I froze.

"Wow never thought I will see you in real life" I said he looked at me then he smiled "why the fuck are you smiling now?" I asked he stopped smiling.

"No I didn't mean it like that! You kinda have a pretty smile" I said he looked at me shocked I rolled my eyes.

"Where is the little kid I wanna meet her" I said he pointed behind me I looked "aww you are so cute!" I said she smiled.

We did the clap thing suddenly she hugged me I froze but slowly hugged back we pulled away she did sign language happily I know sign language.

"You are pretty as well kiddo" I sign she looked surprised "you can sign?" She asked in sign I nod.

~1 year later~

They actually helped me getting out of my depression but they suddenly disappeared I tired finding them but I never had luck.

I turned the news on "Art the clown was found dead in the mall" the woman said I froze "what?!" I yelled I run to the mall.

I saw him "no no no" I mumbled running to him "Art please!" I said tears leaving my eyes.

I felt a hand on my lower back I looked "little art!" I said and hugged her she hugged back the police officer looked at me weirdly.

Oh I forgot they can't see her I pulled away "what happened to him?" I asked in sign "a woman found him and killed him i don't know but he one day told me he can't be killed he will come back for us" she told me.

"Us?" I asked in sign "for you and me" she told me "why me?" I asked in sign she hand me a letter I read it.

"He loves me?" I asked in sign she nod "a lot he had a picture of you in his room" she told me and took my hand she pulled me inside I saw the picture of us laughing.

I smiled I slowly took the picture she took my hand we walked to mine we watched a movie she fell asleep on my lap.

"I will keep you safe no matter what" I whispered and kissed her forehead i slowly stood up and picked her up and laid her on my bed.

She turned around looking at me she made grabby hands I smiled I laid down next to her she cuddled up to me.

I held her close.

~2 years later~

I kept her safe she grew I gave her food she always begged me to go out but I always said no because I don't want her to get killed.

She is the only Art I have "please please please" she begged in sign on her knees I sigh "fine come" I mumbled she smiled we walked outside.

She run around I run behind her I froze "Art?" I whispered he just smiled police came I didn't cared about them.

I run to Art and hugged him tight he hugged back "I missed you" I whispered we locked eyes the police looked at us shocked.

"Why are you hugging him why aren't you afraid of him?" The woman asked "she helped me out of my depression" I said "he?!" She asked I nod.