"it all started when you met eyes with the strangest of individuals"
a sinister clown terrorizes the small town of miles county, murdering anyone that gets in his path. one young woman becomes his favorite and he's willing to do anything to make he...
wooo! wrapping up act one <3 thanks to everyone who's been along for the journey so farrrr.
i'm really hype to get into act two because i've been brainstorming for that and i'm excited to add my own kills, characters, and scenes alongside the movie events.
WARNINGS: there is uh, some more abusive behavior here + the little fun thing called cannibalism. art eats people...*clears throat* a lot! as we know. other than that, goofy art shenanigans ensue as normal. also warning for brief reference to suicide (if you know the ending, you know what i'm talking about). oh! and vomiting too 🥲. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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The man, Mike, had taken the two injured women into another room where he set them down to sit. His head was bleeding but he seemed far more concerned about their state at the moment. He inspected the deep gashes left on them both from whatever that twisted fucker was doing to them.
"Oh Jesus, you two alright?" Mike asked, his shaking hands moving up to try and steady them. He eyed the delirious looking brown haired woman before moving onto the other woman. "Are you guys friends...? I remember those girls you were with...uh, the skeleton chick and the blonde?" He added.
(Y/n) leaned her weight against Victoria, the deep gashes stinging as blood dripped down practically every surface of her body. Her eyes felt like they could droop at any moment and the remembrance of her deceased friends was enough to cause her to sob out in emotional and physical pain. She'd lost so much tonight and she just wanted to go home.
"They were my....friends...but they're d-dead" She confirmed, her voice cracking as it laced with pain. Tears welled up in her panicked eyes, running down her cheeks which in turn caused her mascara to run. Dawn had helped her with it hours earlier and now she was dead. Tara had helped her with the finishing touches of her costume and now she was dead.
"Fuck...okay...stay with me, both of you. I know all you want to do is pass out but we need to get outta here first" Mike reassured them. "My name is uh, Mike. Yours?" He figured that if they'd be surviving a demented clown together, they might as well be on a first name basis.
"I'm (Y/n) and this is Victoria" The more awake woman had replied to him and that was when he took in the state of her. Her (h/c) hair was matted with blood and stuck to her face and forehead. The black dress was clinging to her skin due to the crimson liquid staining it also but a part of it was ripped as he spied the words 'art' carved into the skin of her chest. Her dress was ripped all over due to the recent injuries she had gotten before he knocked the clown out. A subtle bruising was starting to form around her throat.
"I'm feeling a little tired..." Victoria mumbled as she slumped over, her eyes desperately wanting to close as her hand kept a tight grip onto the (h/c) haired woman's. They were heavily leaning on each other.
"I know, it's okay. Just relax, it's gonna be fine" He smiled softly at her, moving over to the other side of the room. "There's a phone over here" He picked it up and dialed the emergency services, eagerly waiting for them to pick up.
