"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...
one thing i did change was reader's journey with grieving tara, dawn, and even zara. those were her closest friends so in this chapter, we see her paying some respects at their graves.
it's also time for some more killing as we catch up with our lovely demons 5 years later :)
a mixture of reader & art's viewpoints 💅🏻
WARNINGS: grieving process, survivor's guilt, depression, murder, gore, mutilation, art kills a rat, the glass shard scene (but it's only a paragraph long here), art shenanigans of course ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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As the car rolled to a stop in the parking lot of the cemetery, those feelings of anger and loss hit her like the force of a semi truck. This was something she did every single year since that night but it hadn't gotten any easier. It was hard to live on this earth when the lives of your bestest friends were stripped away so unfairly. If she could reverse time and save them, she would. She would give her own life a million times over if it meant that they could flourish in life like she knew that they wanted to. The world felt dull, like a balloon that was constantly on the verge of deflating but it never actually was able to so it sat in the corner of the room as just a huge inconvenience. Similar to how she felt she was anymore, breathing air that she felt she didn't deserve. Not when her friends were gone, their bodies planted six feet underground. Or, what was left of their bodies.
"I'll hang back here, take as long as you need to, honey" Nick smiled gently, his fingers reaching out to lace with hers comfortably. "They'd be so proud of how far you've come, how much you've fought to be where you are now. They wouldn't blame you for this" He added the words as if he could sense her building guilt.
Her head rested back against the passenger seat, hands tightened shakily around a handful of flowers. All different kinds depending on the ones her friends loved individually. It felt wrong still for her to be living while the only thing she could do for them was lay some flowers atop their decaying corpses that were hidden beneath dirt and stone slabs.
"It doesn't feel like that to me. I feel like they're mad at me because they can't be here. I couldn't save them-" She felt the words shrivel up in her throat along with the tears that were pouring from her eyes. "They had their entire lives ahead of them but now..." She felt his hands wiping away her tears.
Nick had placed his hand on her cheek, rubbing comforting circles on the skin with his thumb. "Hey, you guys were just having a good Halloween night. You couldn't have predicted that some maniac would destroy your happiness like that. He was a sick fuck but that's never going to be your fault, you're better than that" He told her sweetly.
She tried to listen to his words but there was another set of words ringing through her ears and her mind. Something that she couldn't quite shake no matter how hard she tried.
You know you're not really angelic and pure, not like they want you to believe. Come with him, little favorite, it'll be so much better. You know deep down you want to.
