Terrifier: Splatter

5

Mallory heard him coming up the stairs, and knew they had little time left. She could feel herself shaking, but tried her best to remember what she had to do, and to ignore all of her instincts that would tell her to run when she is going downstairs.

First, she saw the top of his stupid, small, black tophat, then he stepped fully onto the second floor. He had his usual grin that she found herself quickly hating. He was also holding a heart, an actual bleeding heart. Next to her, Sarah had been trembling, almost as much as her. There wasn't anything Sarah had to do in her plan besides trying to stay alive.

She saw his eyes go to Sarah, then shift to her. Art began walking straight towards Mallory, and honked the loud horn in his hand multiple times in Sarah's direction when he got closer, making her visibly jump as she didn't expect that.

Mallory runs past the clown, hurrying down the stairs. Art watched as she went down, before he hit Sarah hard in the head with his horn repeatedly until she fell over. He turned and went down the steps, searching for Mallory.

She found herself in a deadend, backed up against a tall storage shelf. She had a worried expression on her face as she turned around and tried to climb up the shelf as a last resort, but she couldn't find any sturdy parts to hold onto. Art put the horn away, and used his free hand to grab her and force her to face him, grinning as he held up Oliver's heart between them.

Mallory's eyes widen in shock, seeing the organ displayed as if it was just a normal thing. She was sure it was Oliver's, even though she hadn't seen his body yet, but it gave her an idea on how he had killed him.

Then she thought back to Oliver's last words to her... 'I love you.' She didn't get the chance to reply. Even if she did, she wasn't sure what she would say back. Oliver was one of her friends, but they weren't too close in her eyes, maybe he had developed a crush on her, and she hadn't known about it until then.

Now brought back to the current situation she was in, Art brought the heart to her face. She barely had time to close her eyes when he started smearing the blood on her face. Letting out a small sound of disgust, she tried to pull back, but he held her tighter.

She feels him take the heart off of her face, so she opens her eyes, and sees him taking a bite out of the organ, throwing it aside after he bit into it. The chunk of Oliver's heart still in his mouth, he leans forward and puts his lips around hers, connecting them together. With the awkward way he moved his lips, she could tell he hadn't done this much before... kissing.

If you could count this as kissing, she didn't know, she was paying more attention to the fact he was trying to shove the piece of Oliver's heart down her throat. She coughed as his tongue slithered inside of her mouth, the piece traveling from his mouth to hers.

All she could hear was the loud thumping of her heart in her ears, she was convinced she would die in this moment, this would be it. Cause of death? Choking on a bit of her friend's heart given by a demonic clown.

And she couldn't get away, he had a death grip on her, but this could also fit in perfectly with her plan to ultimately get rid of this guy.

When he pulled away from her face, she spat the piece out at him, along with all of the blood that had gotten into her mouth. It temporarily blinded him, he used both of his hands to wipe his eyes, trying to get the blood off of them. She ran past him, and stood in front of the shredder.

He turned around, still unable to see clearly as he continued to wipe the last bits of blood. He took a step forward, getting closer to her. She inhaled sharply, feeling nervous for what she was about to do. If something went wrong, she would die a brutal death, to put it simply.

Once he was close enough, she used all of her strength to push him hard toward the shredder, he stumbled, falling onto it. As soon as he collided with it, it sucked him in, shredding the top layer of his clothes first, then his body. Mallory watched as stray black and white pieces of his costume float into the air, and blood splattered all over her.

That was it, it's over. She heard footsteps, and saw Sarah walking over. "You did it! You fucking killed him!" the brunette said in astonishment.

"I killed him." Mallory repeated her sentence, letting out an airy chuckle, as a smirk made its way onto her face, she was still in disbelief from her own actions.