-A twisted Fate?- An Art The clown x Fem!Reader

The flickering credits of 'Terrifier' cast a dim glow across your living room, the twisted smile of Art the Clown lingering in your mind. Another lonely Halloween night, just you, horror films, and the comfortable weight of a warm blanket. But as the movie ended, a loud thump echoed from your kitchen, shattering the quiet.

You froze. It was late, far too late for any visitors. Slowly, cautiously, you rose and peered into the hallway. The kitchen was empty, exactly as you’d left it. A breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding escaped your lips, dismissing it as an overactive imagination.

But as you turned back to the living room, he was there. Art. The Clown. Standing no more than ten feet away, one of your kitchen knives glinting in his hand. Your blood ran cold, every muscle locking in place as he tilted his head, those soulless black eyes studying you. His sinister grin told you everything. This wasn’t a dream. He was here.