"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...
it all ends here in the finale of down with the clown ! (at least until T4 😎). thank you for the love on this entire fic so far and during my re-write of this act, your comments and votes mean so much to me.
i started this fic not long ago and we are now currently at 30k reads, 1k votes, and 1k comments. i seriously will never thank you enough for supporting my silly little story :)
let's do this! the only thing that is changed here is Art killing Vicky instead of Sienna ! (for the sake of my plot).
WARNINGS: gore, murder, cannibalism, demonic possession, torture, the rat scene yikes, art lovingly slapping sienna across the head, survivor's guilt, PTSD, horrific suffering of our good final girl sienna 🥲, art gets protective at some point in here because a creepy dude hits on reader. vomiting, an epic fight scene with sienna and art. portal to hell and heavy religion. angel and demon stuff <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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The clown's amused eyes had kept themselves locked onto the newly transformed ones of his little favorite, a pleasant curl of intrigue situating underneath his skin. He studied the way her once fragile human skin had now turned a sickly inhuman shade similar to his own. Her eyes were just like his, it was as if he were gazing into a darkened mirror. The clothing she wore, her red tank top and black shorts, had been completely covered in snow and the faint splattering of blood.
He wondered if she felt anything like he did when he was first revived, that itchiness and surge of energy catapulting itself through her entire body. The thrill and desire to wrap his fingers around a puny human's form and take apart until there was nothing left. It was absolutely exhilarating when he managed to have his first kill after his new form had been given to him.
His favorite sat her weighted body up into a sitting position, blinking in rapid confusion as she scanned her surroundings. It didn't seem that she recognized who she had been before, that woman was long gone in place of a much darker personality. Once her eyes had landed over onto him and the entity, a large grin overtook her features and he had to mirror it with his own.
He definitely wasn't prepared for her to release a shrill squeal of happiness, throwing her body into his as she latched her hands around his neck to hold onto him. The clown wasn't fond of touching as he'd said many times but he felt like when she did it, he seemed to actually enjoy it. His gloved hands moved to settle onto her sides as he held her tightly, that same happy grin plastered on his lips. Her weight was resting comfortably in his lap as she giggled happily to herself. Now he knew for a fact that his former favorite was no longer in this body.
She'd never think to touch him so lovingly after the horrid things he'd done to her friends and family. His smile somehow widened as he remembered the screams of them when he broke into the home that night.
