"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...
okay here are some trigger warnings: there is some abusive behavior here, art is a little nasty! be aware.
looks like we might be wrapping up act one! 🙏 i am excited to get into the second movie because i have a ton of ideas for it :D
next chapter is the official wrap up of act one! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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"Mike! Hello?" Another worker had stepped into the broken down building, his keys jingling on his belt while he whistled a nervous tune. His eyes searched around for his co-worker but he came up empty. He wasn't able to reach him on the phone, even though he's always got the damn thing on him, and now he wasn't anywhere to be seen. If this was some Halloween prank, he'd actually kill him.
Will walked forwards, his shoes clacking onto the pavement as he listened to the dripping noises around him. "Man...come on..!" He sighed as he leaned down to inspect a small puddle on the ground. It had some odd substance in it that he was trying to identify.
He jumped practically 10 feet into the air as a mop that was stationed inside of a bucket had fallen over abruptly. He panted softly with a hand settled over his chest, feeling the racing of his heart. Okay, now was definitely time to call it quits. Mike could find his own way home.
"Okay! I'm leaving...! You can explain to the boss why you're fucking around on the job!" Will shouted one last time before carefully beginning to back up. He jumped again when his foot came into contact with a small creepy looking baby doll.
He squinted down at it, taking in the blood splattering the front of it. Dread filled his spine as he realized that what was going on here might be a lot more serious than he had originally thought.
His lips quirked into a soft grin of fear as he picked the doll up and inspected it within his hands. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the menacing clown approaching him from behind.
Art had dressed back into his normal attire, though it was now soaked to the brim with blood. A sharp grin settled onto his face as his hand grasped a large knife, his footsteps practically silent.
With a sadistic approach, the clown raised his hand and brought the knife down into the man's skull. It was like cutting through a stick of butter, the smoothness of the act causing him euphoria, but he wasn't finished yet.
He watched as blood poured down the man's face, his body twitching at the damage to his brain. Art had kept the knife lodged there as he brought another knife up, holding it against the man's throat firmly. With a menacing pleasure, he began to saw through the meat of his neck like he was cutting into a nice turkey.
His hand grasped the back of his head, tilting his severed neck back in order to let all of the blood flow out. He silently cackled as it poured onto the discarded doll. It was sort of poetic in a way, a very murderous way.
