"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...
second part of the costume store scene told in the viewpoint of our beloved murder clown :D
i did my first ever all art chapter back in chapter ten and i loved writing it! so i've decided to make it a normal part of this fic! i hope you're enjoying this act so far, it'll get much more exciting later on. trust me! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Hefting his black garbage bag over his shoulder, the clownish man practically skipped down the sidewalk. He had been wandering around town all night and day in search of the grocery store that he'd seen showcased in the photograph but luck didn't appear to be on his side. At least he had the severed head to snack on lest he get hungry, but even that was starting to spoil as flies buzzed around. No matter how much he kept reaching up to smack them away from his treat. His bloodlust was rising and so he took the opportunity to continue his torment of the girl and her brother, seeing her turn into the entrance of a small costume store.
He switched gears and began to head into the direction of the store, but he stopped short as he felt a harsh collision against his shoulder. His eyes darkened and he switched his attention onto a guy that was standing in front of him now.
"Yo, dude! That's a sick costume! Most realistic Miles County Clown outfit i've ever seen" The guy said with a soft laugh escaping his lips, his hand raising into the air for a high five.
Art stared at him, eyeing his outstretched hand, reluctantly reaching up to smack his own hand to the guy's before shoving him aside, continuing onto his current destination. He'd just have to find the (h/c) haired woman at a later time.
He dropped his trash bag by the front entrance before stepping through the store's threshold, the bell above chiming happily as he walked into the store. He eyed the various racks worth of costumes and accessories, his dark eyes wandering around for any sign of the girl he wanted to continue messing with.
The man standing behind the counter had glanced up from his spot counting money, sending a small smile towards him. "Welcome sir. I hope you find everything okay, let me know if you need any assistance" He said, beginning to eye the clown strangely when he made no attempt at acknowledging him whatsoever.
He took the time to wander around alone through the racks, taking a feather boa and placing it onto his shoulders while striking a playful pose. His grin widened in amusement as he placed a hand onto his hip sassily, placing a finger to his lips in a gesture of a fashionista. Okay if murderer stopped working for him, fashion model was next on the agenda.
With a lazy grin, he took the boa and flung it off to the side. Good thing he was much too good at what he did.
Craning his neck, he perked up at the sound of voices. A very familiar voice had caught his attention then and he moved to stand in the doorway of one of the rooms. Standing between some racks were three women, the girl he'd been recently tormenting along with some unfamiliar short brown haired girl that he couldn't care less about. The last one, however, was a face he knew all too well.
