Finally the house was ready. All renovated, painted walls, furnished and tidy. The only thing left was to cover the well in the basement, but that she would do later, the whole moving making her more concerned about holes in the roof than a basement with half a dozen rats. Moving to Neibolt had been the best decision of her life. 2° - dancingclown

In which 001 meets 000. The original one. "So what if I'm crazy? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚." #001𝘹𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 #1 in Romance #1 in Stranger Things # 1 in 001 #1 in Henry Creel #1 in Alternate Universe #1 in selfinsert etc <33

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫... 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬... 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐳 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜.

yeah so this is going to suck this my first slasher x y/n

You recently moved into a new house, a big house at that. Hoping that you had finally succeeded on finally getting as far away as possible from your ex. You lived alone, or so you thought. You settle into your new home not knowing what secrets hide in this house. You start to have the feeling that you're being watched, you can just feel a pair of eyes on you wherever you are in the house. You feel uneasy, and decided to research the history of this house. What you find when you clicked on a news link sent a shiver to your core. Read to find out what happens!😋❤️🎄

BILLY X READER SMUT NSFW WELCOME SFW WELCOME MINORS LEAVE. REQUESTS OPEN. FEMALE READER? i might do male reader..?

Art the Clown x Female Reader Blood was never just blood-it was paint, a color that told a story. Every scream, every slash of the knife, every body left broken in the street felt less like murder and more like creation. That's what you told yourself, anyway, as you walked the fine line between artist and monster. And then you met him. Art the Clown didn't speak, didn't need to. One look from those wide, painted eyes told you he understood. He didn't see the mask of a girl pretending to be normal. he saw you for who you really were. The hunger. The thrill. The need to make something beautiful out of the ruin. With him, killing wasn't just compulsion-it was performance. A duet. Together, you painted the world in red. High school friends who suspected too much, lovers who betrayed, strangers unlucky enough to cross your path-all became part of the show. With Victoria by your side, the three of you became a family born not of bloodlines but of bloodshed, delighting in carnivals of corpses, Christmas massacres, and midnight feasts in diners that would never open again. And through it all, his hand was always there-silent, steady, pulling you deeper. In his laughter, you found love. In his violence, you found safety. And in his chaos, you finally found home. ⚠️Warnings⚠️ This story contains the following: Murder Torture Gore Strong language Smut Attempted r*pe Self harm If horror bothers you, Don't read this. But honestly, why are you reading a story about an evil demon clown in the first place? I'm not a great with words but I like coming up with stories so I wrote most of this story and let Chat GPT fix it up so don't give me credit for this sounding amazing lol I do not own ANY of the concepts from the Terrifier movies, I only added to it in this story. Damien Leone is a legend and I'm not here to steal his incredible work. This should be obvious. I just don't wanna have to deal with copyright issues.

His favorite flavor, his favorite scent, his favorite lamb... -------☆------- Falling in love was your first mistake. Falling for Bob? Was your last.... or was it? In this psychological horror erotica, take the test of love and hunger.. Will you make it out alive? Or will the devil be finishing his meal early?