"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...
we have reached the bar scene, aka my favorite scene in the movie (besides the opening sequence). this time, i can format this scene correctly and make it better than it originally was so i'm pretty happy about that.
also, millie and jonah return in this chapter. if you've read the original act, then you remember those peeps.
WARNINGS: murder, gore, the killing of santa 😔, demon stuff, art shenanigans as usual, depression, PTSD, survivor's guilt, hallucinations, talks of mental illness, oh and jonah being a douche and hinting that reader should be sent away to a hospital, also soul links between a demon and a human (u + art). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Gloved hands reached down to twist the key that was jammed carelessly into the ignition, shutting off the demolition van that he'd stolen about an hour ago. The entity seemed lost with the news of him leaving but he had no regard for her or her feelings, going about his fun business anyways. He had been holed up in that house with her for five whole years and that was enough to make him want to take his own nitrogen tank and freeze his ears off. Besides, he could feel that his little favorite was somewhere close to him because of the strong pull of his blackened soul whenever he was in certain places. Demons had their own personal trackers so finding her would be a piece of cake. He couldn't show up to her after so long looking like a mess though, he needed some fresh new threads. Time to steal.
Scanning the streets, his pinpricked gaze landed on a small bar lit up with festive lights. It didn't look like it was busy but that could be because it was late at night and most people were at home, as far as he knew about the routine of puny little humans. He grinned, hand hovering over the door's handle because he knew that there would no doubt be some old drunks still lingering around.
He hopped out of the vehicle and grabbed onto his hefty garbage bag, spinning forwards to begin the trek up to the side of the bar to scope out the scene.
His shoes moved with force as he trudged through the thick snow, finally reaching the side of the building where a small fogged up window could be seen. The outside of it was decorated nicely with festive lights and the snow covered glass panes had really made the atmosphere pop, what a lovely display. Too bad he was about to become the local scrooge and completely destroy any holiday happiness, it was worth it if it made him happy.
As he carelessly began to pass the window, a sight made him nearly melt into the snow right then and there as a puddle of clownish excitement. He backtracked and brought his hand up to see past the wintery fog, demonic eyes instantly finding a familiar jolly man dressed in a red and white suit. Complete with the fuzzy beard and hat too, oh he could just about lose it with how happy he was. As a child, the clown had never gotten to feel the usual holiday love that other children had (maybe that's why kids made him a little bit salty). What was that saying? No time like the present.
His lips formed an 'o' shape as his feet practically stomped in place, hand pointing and tapping the window in his childlike glee.
Carelessly, he switched gears and started to run full force into the small establishment, his arms reaching out as his gloved hands shoved two women out of his way. Couldn't they see that he was trying to see the jolly man in here? He had no time for anybody else.
