DOWN WITH THE CLOWN, art the clown *completed until terrifier 4!*
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"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 willing to do anything to make her suffer. is there a reason for his uncontrollable bloodlust? absolutely not. he transcends into a demonic state after being resurrected by a powerful entity. not even death can stop him from finding his favorite girl. when everyone around her falls, there's only him and his beloved canvas left.
a circus act is nothing without a volunteer.
please do not steal my work or post it anywhere else !
[ART THE CLOWN X FEM!READER]
ACT ONE: terrifier ✅
ACT TWO: terrifier 2 ✅
ACT THREE: terrifier 3 ✅
ACT FOUR: terrifier 4 (waiting)
@clownishmurders 2024.
//DISCLAIMER: i do NOT own Art's character or the terrifier franchise, this is just for entertainment! inspired by the franchise and characters created by Damien Leone! All rights to everyone involved in this amazing project, i am just making fan content :) ! //
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