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

Bounded

The air in the police station was thick with the stench of death. The blood of the officers painted the walls, the floors, and you were left standing in the aftermath, trembling. You had watched in helpless horror as Art had cut them down, each one as easily as if they were nothing more than figures in his demented game.

And now, he was gone, slipped back into the shadows as if he had never been there at all, but the weight of his presence still pressed down on you. Your fingers curled around the two small plastic rings in your hand, the cheap toys feeling like anchors dragging you deeper into a nightmare that seemed to have no end.

You wanted to run, to scream, but your body was paralyzed by the overwhelming exhaustion that had settled over you. There was no one left to help you now. The officers were dead, and you knew, deep down, that even if you ran, he would find you. He always found you.

The world around you felt distant, muffled, like you were trapped underwater. The blood, the bodies, the horror, it all blurred together as you stumbled to a chair, sinking into it as your legs gave out beneath you. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t make sense of what had just happened.

But the rings… they weighed heavily in your hand, a reminder that this was no ordinary game. Art had marked you, bound you to him in some twisted way that you still couldn’t understand. The two rings were his way of saying you’re mine, and the thought of it made your stomach turn.

Tears blurred your vision, and you clenched your fist around the rings, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Why? Why you? Why keep you alive when everyone else had died? Why give you these meaningless trinkets?

A soft sound echoed through the silence, a faint, almost imperceptible honk. Your blood ran cold.

You knew that sound.

Your head snapped up, your heart pounding in your chest as the familiar figure of Art emerged from the shadows once again. He moved with that same eerie grace, his head cocked to the side, his eyes gleaming with that same dark amusement.

You didn’t move. You couldn’t. The exhaustion had taken over, and all you could do was watch as he crossed the room, stepping over the bodies of the officers without a second glance. His eyes were locked onto yours, and that terrible, mocking grin stretched across his face.

Panic surged through you, but it was muted, dulled by the sheer weight of everything you had endured. You wanted to scream, to fight, but all you could do was sit there, your body trembling as he approached.

He stopped in front of you, his tall, bloodied figure looming over you like a nightmare made flesh. His eyes flickered down to your hand, where the two rings still sat in your clenched fist. And then, with a deliberate slowness that made your heart race, he reached down and gently pried your fingers open, taking the rings from your hand.

You didn’t resist. You didn’t have the strength.

Art held the two rings up, examining them with that same playful grin. Then, without a word, he slipped one of the rings onto his own finger, sliding it down until it rested snugly in place. His eyes flicked back to yours, and there was something almost… possessive in his gaze, a dark intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your ears as he knelt down in front of you. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment. You watched, frozen in fear and confusion, as he took the second ring and gently reached for your hand.

Your body tensed, but there was no violence in his touch. His fingers brushed over your skin, soft and careful, as he slipped the ring onto your finger. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and the weight of the gesture felt impossibly heavy, like you were being bound to something far more dangerous than you could ever comprehend.

Art’s eyes flickered with something darker as he watched the ring settle on your finger, his smile widening in satisfaction. It was as if, in this moment, he had claimed you completely. The plastic ring was a symbol of something far more sinister, a silent declaration that you belonged to him now.

The fear that had been building inside you finally broke. Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as you stared down at the ring on your finger. Your chest tightened, and the overwhelming exhaustion of everything you had endured crashed over you like a tidal wave.

“I-I don’t understand…” you whispered, your voice barely audible, choked with sobs. “Why? Why are you doing this?”

But there was no answer. Art simply watched you, his expression twisted into that same maddening grin, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. He didn’t need to speak. His actions said everything.

You were his.

The tears came faster now, uncontrollable sobs wracking your body as the weight of it all pressed down on you. The fear, the exhaustion, the horror, it was too much. You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t fight him. You couldn’t escape him.

And as the world around you spun into a blur, you felt yourself slipping, the exhaustion finally pulling you under. Your body gave in, collapsing back into the chair as your sobs faded into the quiet of the night. The last thing you saw before the darkness took you was Art, standing over you, watching with that same sick satisfaction as you surrendered to the void.

And then everything went black.