"it all started when you met eyes with the strangest of individuals"
a sinister clown terrorizes four young women, murdering anyone that gets in his path. one of them is his favorite and he's willing to do anything to make her life a living nightma...
this fic is now my main priority at the moment! my goal is to get updates out everyday if i can.
i didn't mean to laugh but i did when art was dressed up with the brown hair and the cat lady's chest and was just prancing around like a woman. that's so wacky, art is the most random slasher i've ever seen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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The older woman wandered back to her small little den, utterly frustrated at the lack of care on that man's face. Couldn't he see that this situation was the worst it could ever be? There was a horrible man hiding his pain and demented nature behind makeup and a small little hat. She knew very well how to tell when a human is suffering so she figured that next time she saw the clownish man, she'd try and help him.
Releasing a shaky breath, she dropped down and one look inside the stroller had her panic intensifying. It was empty. Where was her little girl if she wasn't safely settled there? Oh god, she needed to find her. Her precious angel couldn't be disappearing on her when there's such a dangerous person nearby.
"Emily? Emily?" She frantically searched all around her small little makeshift home, not seeing any traces of her daughter anywhere. "Okay...you're scaring mommy now" She shakily called out, practically lost for breath in the midst of her panic. This truly was a parent's worst nightmare.
"Emily! Mommy's here...where are you?" She called out, stepping over to a long corridor with pipes along the sides. She swallowed a nervous bout of saliva in her mouth before ducking down and stepping over into the entrance of the long tunnel-like area. If there was one place she might be, it was over here somewhere.
"Emily? Honey?" She called down before stopping short as her sights landed on the familiar figure that had sent dread through her entire body.
Settled onto the floor a few paces away was the tall clown styled man. He was sitting criss-crossed with his head facing down as he rocked what looked to be her little Emily in his arms, playfully cooing at her. She nearly passed out upon seeing this because she just knew that he was going to hurt her.
"Give her to me...please" She called to him, stepping forwards with a nervous confidence. "Don't hurt my little girl" She begged, shaking as she studied his relaxed posture.
Those darkened eyes raised up to meet hers as he placed a finger to his lips, shushing her playfully while pointing (so) obviously down to the baby.
"You're frightening her...can't you see that?" She bravely stated before walking closer, deciding to kneel down in front of the man. "Emily? It's okay, mommy's here" She cooed down towards her so obviously upset child. Couldn't he see how she was wailing in fear of the painted face staring down at her?
