Art the Clown x Reader

Part 1 Ch 9

   Everything was going fine. It had been a month or two since Art had essentially moved in with you, and you enjoyed it to no end... He was a really sweet guy underneath the sadistic tendencies he had... He made art. He was romantic... And god, his cock was huge. It was something you didn't really expect out of such a creep...

   But everything was fine. You lived a happy life with your self proclaimed boyfriend, and he seemed happy to be there as well... It was a learning experience, but you did learn. Communication.. It wasn't always easy because he was mute, but you two seemed to understand each other wonderfully...

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   "Art?" You asked as you got home from work. It was late in the night, and you were used to the apartment being eerily quiet, but something wasn't right. "Art..?" You asked again, in a softer, more cautious tone, stepping further into the dark space. You fully expected him to pop out from some corner to surprise you with a bike horn or something...

   But he never did.

   Anxiety set in as you let your thoughts wander. Where was your boyfriend? Had he finally gotten tired of you? If so, why hadn't he just killed you? You knew he was more than capable of it... But that simple thought brought you to a scary conclusion. What if he'd gone back to that abandoned building..? The one he'd first showed you his true nature in...

You chewed the tip of your nail for a moment, pondering the thought. It was a possibility... It didn't hurt to check.

   You grabbed your keys and quickly left the apartment, not bothering to search for anything else. It didn't matter. You NEEDED to find him, because you couldn't stand to potentially lose him. He was all you had. Your parents hated you, you had no friends, you were a social outcast, and he was all you had.

   "Art-!" You called out rather loudly as you entered the abandoned building from the back alleyway. You were met with the metallic scent of fresh blood, and you immediately knew he was here. You pushed past rotting, musty smelling boxes and into the one room you truly remembered...

   It was a gnarly sight, but not an unexpected one... The corpse of a familiar looking blonde girl hung from meat hooks, cut in half from her core and down to her gullet... Unease filled you at the sight, but you didn't let it bother you too much. You were on a mission. You needed to find him.

   After walking for a few minutes, you heard several gunshots. You flinched at the noise, but immediately rushed toward it. "Art!?" You asked, entering another room. There he was... With another familiar looking girl. She looked worse for wear, but... She was dead. Art lifted his head to look at you, a dark look in his eyes...

   He immediately lit up upon the sight of you and beckoned you over. He gestured toward the body and made some confusing hand gestures. You were so stressed, you just couldn't understand him...

"What are you doing back here..?" You asked softly.

   He paused. He made another loose gesture to the corpse and hoisted her up onto a chair, positioning her in a doll-like pose. He was planning something, but it did nothing but confuse you.

"Tara..?" An unfamiliar, scared sounding voice called out.

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A/N:

DADDY'S HOME. 😼

- Kris