"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...
sorry for killing the home girl Zara last chapter, it was finally her time :(
for now, RIP barbara 🙏😔
but you get to finally meet jonathan!
this chapter is a mixture of art and reader's viewpoints 🙌.
WARNINGS: more gore, kidnapping, art being a big fat meanie, art and his torture fetish lowkey, mentions of drugs, alcohol, and uh...i think that's it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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(Y/n)'s eyes blinked blearily open, her ears ringing and head pounding as she felt a bead of blood dripping down her face. The first thing she noticed was that it was eerily dark and very quiet, the air stuffy as she finally came to enough to make out her surroundings. Her body was laid on its side in what appeared to be the backseat of a car. It wasn't moving, just idle and motionless. Her wrists were bound together as well as her legs and there was a heavy piece of duct tape covering her lips. She felt some tears slipping down her cheeks as she whimpered softly through it.
Gazing up, she cried out through the tape as her eyes connected with a pair of sadistically tinted dark ones through the middle mirror. The clown was sitting in the driver's seat idly without any emotion, just a heavy frown on his face. The seriousness of him made her extremely uncomfortable. He winked at her before placing a finger to his lips to mockingly tell her to be quiet.
Memories of Zara and Allie's deceased figures made her hold back her sobs once again. She didn't even know where she was or how she was supposed to get ahold of Sienna in the midst of all this. She had to warn her so that she could get her family out of harm's way. She wasn't sure what the clown's plans were or if she'd even be alive soon enough to relay the message to the teenager.
Quietly struggling, she moved her legs around, trying to get them separated so that she could attack him somehow. It was no use as whatever he used to tie her down was too tight and restricting. She huffed, laying her head back and feeling her chest heave in panic.
The sound of a door opening had caused her to still, observing the clown's sharp grin of amusement now following the event. Oh god, he was going to kill somebody again.
From the inside of the car, she could make out a substance vandalized all along the vehicle and she couldn't understand why he'd set this entire thing up if he was just going to kill whoever it was. Then again, he had a history of being very theatrical.
"Look at this. Did he really think he was gonna get away with this?" An older female voice muttered angrily to herself. "He is in for a rude awakening...." She trailed off as she grabbed onto the wet sponge and began to clean the car that was topped with shaving cream, pumpkins, eggs, and toilet paper. The word 'bitch' was drawn on the windshield. Oh, she was going to murder that boy. She couldn't even barely see a thing because of how covered the vehicle was.
