Art the clown x Male reader

Meeting | (P1)

Writer note: Hello everynyan, I'll try to update this daily until its finished! This is my first ever fanfic so be nice plz tyyyy! This chapter is a bit short because its my first time writing again in 2 years buuutttt the other chapters will be longer I promise <3

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You were slumped against a filthy wall in a dark alleyway. It was about 2 in the morning and your phone had died earlier in the night. You hugged your knees tighter to your chest as you cried softly. How could you be so stupid? Ditched by your friends on Halloween, what a loser. As you gently pulled don your sleeve and wiped your eyes you noticed a figure on the other side of the street. A man in a...clown costume? Your heart began to quickly race as your realized it wasn't just any clown costume.. It was art the clown... Your body told you to run, you were just a boy you couldn't die yet. You had so much to live for but you found yourself stuck. Staring at the clown in pure shock.

You looked to your left, then right, about to run. But..he smiled at y/n? It wasn't his usual terrifying smile it was friendly, soft. He approached you, causing you to scramble back and shake your head muttering about not wanting to die. He slowed, approaching you like you would a scared dog. He bent down to your knee level and reached into his black bin bag, pulling out a bouquet of slightly wilted flowers. You calmed, smiling softly.

"Thank you." You gently took them.

He nodded and gently touched your hand, his gloved fingers surprisingly gentle as he tried to comfort you. He sat next to you, trying to give you space so you wouldn't freak out. It was unclear why he liked you, why he chose to spare you but you weren't complaining. You gently moved closer and motioned to leaning your head on him. He nodded and leaned down a little for you. You closed your eyes as art gently played with your hair. You didn't know how long you'd been there but art was sketching in a small notepad. The male stick figure looked similar to you, it had your hair and your t-shirt on and the tall clown holding your hand was obviously art.

"Is that us?" You asked, gaining a nod and a grin in return.

You giggled, causing the clown to blink quickly and pull the top of his hands up to his chin, doing the "little old me?" face. You laughed harder and art gently stood up, hoisting his bag over his shoulder. You tilted your head.

"Are you leaving?"

Art shook his head and motioned for you to come with him. You did without hesitation. Art motioned at the radio-head shirt and baggy ripped jeans you had on and made a heart motion.

"Do you like them?"

He quickly nodded, doing a thumbs up with both of his hands. You smiled and looked up at the tall man.

"You're silly" You smiled.

He silently giggled and led you to a rundown funfair, helping you onto one of the Ferris wheel carriages. As you sat together looking at the view, art gently held your hand. He seemed gentle and soft with you but gave you a toothy grin as the victim he'd been stalking for 2 days wandered into the funfair.

"Hello?" he called out, trembling slightly. Art turned to you and made a "shh" motion before creeping out the carriage and grabbing a saw and a small knife out of his bag. Suddenly he was on top of the man, gutting him brutally and sticking his thumbs in his eyes. You flinched and looked away but you could still hear the gut wrenching screams coming from the man as art brutally tortured him to death. You stood up with a stumble and leaned over the cart. Throwing up over it. You jumped as you felt a gentle hand rubbing your back. You coughed and looked at art with a disorientated look, provoking a sad frown on his face. He raised his hand and you flinched, shaking. But then you felt...warm? Art was holding you and calming you.