"only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to the darkness from which it came"
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 willin...
hello! so, we have original kills this chapter so buckle up! 🙌a little rushed but i hope you still enjoy ! let me know. i am not a fan of this chapter but maybe that's just me :(
we also get into some made up art lore in the form of him finding his grandparents again. you can imagine how that goes lol.
art & reader share some viewpoints here
WARNINGS: murder, gore, blood, a nice wholesome family reunion 😊, art smokes a cigarette which is bad for you don't follow his path, home invasion, original death scenes made up by me idk what that says about me, demonic possession in the form of a demon corrupting a human, insanity or the beginning stages, vomiting too. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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The van's warm heat seeped into the frigidness of the (h/c) haired woman's stiff body. Her red tank top and black shorts were covered in the splatters of blood and heavy amounts of snow, a strange combination that otherwise would've made her sick to her stomach. Now, it seemed that she didn't mind the sensation of the crimson liquid covering her skin, in fact she reveled in it. Her once bright (e/c) eyes were glazed over in a way they hadn't been before. It terrified her because she felt like she was trapped inside of a large water tank, submerged underneath her own flesh and blood as she silently screamed and pounded on the glass. It proved to be no use as something darker decided to take the reins away from her, settling comfortably as if her body was a nice fluffy jacket. Whatever was going on with her now, it was not the real her.
The sudden reappearance of the demented clown in her life had caused a whirlwind of emotions inside of her. At first, she was horrified and heartbroken watching the lives of her family and her boyfriend disappear within a split second. Her sister wanted to move here to be close to her but now she was going to join the cruel lineup of fallen victims in that cold cemetery, all alone underneath a slab of stone and dirt. Mark would be buried beside her as well as their son, Timmy. The only memory of who they used to be simply writings on their tombstones.
Nick, the sweetest man she'd ever met in her life, he was always so supportive of whatever she was going through. They'd met years ago when she was settling in after being freshly recovered, he was a nurse at the hospital that treated her injuries. He'd come in occasionally to check on her and they'd get lost in conversation about anything and everything. She remembered fondly how he would get so lost sitting there at her bedside, he forgot that he had other patients. He never rushed her to tell her story, waiting patiently until the day she was finally comfortable enough to talk about it in the open. She was surprised how good that felt, especially when he didn't look at her as if she were insane. He just smiled and grabbed onto her hand, claiming that it didn't matter to him what she had been through. He saw the person she was aside from her twisted life and he loved her anyways. Now, he was rotting at the bottom of her family's staircase, that once sweet smile was now a permanent expression of fear.
