"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...
thanks for tuning in to this re-write ! i'm having a great time so far, it feels good to be able to brush this up and make it a whole lot better for you :)
we can finally catch up with reader and see what she's been up to ! art is present in this chapter only in the form of a hallucination. we're world building for reader at the moment. also, reader does have an older sister that we'll be meeting this chapter! it's Jennifer from the opening scene of T3 because that scene is added later.
WARNINGS: hallucinations, grief, anxiety, PTSD, depression, everything that comes with surviving a killer clown dude. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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PRESENT DAY.
The outside air, crisp and wintery to fit the festive month, had blown through the trees all around their backyard as well as through the styled locks of (h/c) hair as the woman stood stationed beside the ladder that led up to the roof of their home. The woman had been living out in the woodsy areas of Miles County ever since the attacks five years prior, having a need to get away from society lately since all they ever did was treat survivors as if they were celebrities who had to tell their stories. The world didn't understand the healing process of trauma victims nor did they understand that not all of them wanted their story to be brought into their twisted light. Their talk shows and podcasts would just have to suffice without her experiences because she always declined when they asked. Grocery shopping was a nightmare when you had about ten different people asking 'hey, aren't you that chick that survived art the clown twice?'
The scars on her face had healed now, only leaving traces of little white lines in their wake. The cruel words carved into her skin had started to fade but the memories did nothing but repeat over and over again in her mind as if she was reliving those nights several times over. She'd never be able to get the terrified faces of her friends from her mind as they faced their cruel endings. It made her think that joining them wouldn't be so bad if she got to see them all again. It had felt like forever since she heard their voices aside from the little videos she still had saved to her phone's memory. That was where they remained preserved. Too bad he wouldn't let her go because he refused to end her miserable existence.
"Hun? (Y/n)! Can you please hand me the next string of lights?" The voice of her longtime boyfriend, Nick, had snapped her from her depressive thoughts. His forest green eyes were gazing down at her in soft concern as his black locks of hair were messily falling in his face, little snowflakes falling into it.
The (h/c) haired woman looked up at him, not even noticing that her fingers were steadily tightening around the string of festive Christmas lights. That's right, they were decorating the outside of their home and she wasn't knelt in a bloodied bathroom while the man haunting her every waking thought stood towering over her with that maddening grin. She often forget where she was, that this was technically her healing attempts of moving on from what scares her. Those things can't hurt her anymore, according to her therapist. This was a little worse than simply being afraid of shadows moving in the dark.
