Male Reader X Art the clown
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This is the squeal to the female reader X Art the clown.
Y/N walks down the abandoned halls of a warehouse, the same place to have said to have the infamous Art the Clown. This Paranormal hunter looks for the signs of the dead but gets the time of his life with the one behind the mass murder.
Also I don't know how gay sex works so I won't get to descriptive if not at all soo sorry.
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