Art the Clown x reader: Eyes on You Part 2
Summary: After being kidnapped by Art, you are held hostage and unwillingly taken with him to track down the witness who spotted him at the Deer Hills Pizzaria. You try to stop him. It will cost you dearly.
A/N: Hey guys. Finally, here it is, Part 2! So sorry it took me so long to get this out! Life has been crazy. I know being busy is always my excuse, but it’s been so hard to find time to write. So things may get a little interesting. As you know last time, Art kidnaps reader, and things ended ambiguously. Art holds the reader hostage and forces her to accompany him to track down the witness who spotted him at the diner. This is my second time writing a second part to a one shot. I had some help from @lrithill with ideas about where to go with this, and I decided to put them in the story. I hope you guys like this. Warnings: Reader being held against her will, mentions of murder, ect. Let me know if I missed any warnings. Y/N stands for Your Name L/S stands for Last Name. I apologize if the ending is anticlimactic. Also, it’s my first time writing gore so please be kind. Here’s the link to part 1. You can copy and paste it into your browser. https://www.tumblr.com/darkshadow90/788199283096764416/art-the-clown-x-reader?source=share
You slowly regained consciousness. At first your vision was blurry as you opened your eyes a light blinded you. As your vision came back into focus, you realized there was a light above your head. You felt dizzy and nauseated. You began to regain feeling in your arms and legs. You tried to move, but you couldn’t. You looked down and realized you were tied to a chair. Your mouth was taped shut. You were being kept in some kind of basement. You tried not to panic, as the last thing you remembered was someone grabbing you from behind and stabbing you in the arm and then you passed out. The clown must’ve brought you here. There were various weapons and types of saws. No doubt he brought you here to kill you.
The door creaked open and the clown walked in. He grinned at you, his disgusting teeth fully on display. He had a cup in his other hand. He sat it down on the ground and excitedly walked over to the saws. You watched him with trepidation. He took the largest saw from the pile and presented it to you as if he was the girl from The Price is Right. At that moment you panicked. Your throat burned as you screamed and tears streamed down your face as the clown lunged at you as if he was going to stab you with it at any moment and start cutting. The clown was laughing silently and moving his arm with his hand out, a gesture as if to say “It’s too much.” What an asshole. He put the saw away and playfully tapped on it with his hand, indicating that it would stay in the pile…for now.
He picked up the cup and brought it to you and gestured for you to take it. You looked down and his eyes followed. He knew you were telling him you couldn’t take it due to being tied up. The clown put his hand up to his forehead chuckling silently, shaking his head as if to say, “Silly me, I forgot you’re tied up.” He crouched down so he was at eye level with you. He quickly ripped the tape from your mouth. Before you could pull your head away to try and fight him off, he shoved the cup into your mouth, forcing you to drink. Thankfully it was just water. You choked and sputtered as it went down your throat. He smiled and condescendingly patted your head as if to say, “Good girl, there you go.” Once the last bit of water went down your throat, you gasped for air.
“What the hell? Are you trying to drown me?” The clown shrugged. “I want to go home. It’s scary here.” He ignored you. “Why am I here? Please, my family and neighbors will be worried.” The clown pointed to something in the corner. It was a small TV. He turned it on. “It has been two days since Y/N L/N went missing from a local cafe near the Deer Hills Pizzaria. Her car was found in the parking lot with the tires slashed. Police suspect she was abducted. There are no leads yet, but anyone with information is advised to call the non emergency police number.” He turned off the TV and laughed silently. “You need me for something, don’t you.” He nodded. “You’re really him, aren’t you. You’re Art.” He nodded again. “But there’s no way. How did you survive?” He looked at you, his grin widening. He batted his eyes at you then rolled his eyes as if to say, “Aren’t you full of questions.” He was mocking you, the arrogant prick. “I suppose if you could talk I bet you’d tell me some supernatural entity resurrected you or something.” He ignored you. It was the only thing that made sense. “You know I saw the news about you and the horrible things you did. You want me to help you with something. “Well, whatever it is, forget it.” He laughed and waved you away as if to say, “You think you have a choice. That’s cute.” Art laughed silently, clearly amused by the situation.
You managed to find your voice again. “How did you find me? If you were in fact resurrected by some supernatural force, I’m willing to bet they led you to me, and you need me for something, right?” Art once again shrugged as if to say, “Maybe.” “I already told you, I’m not interested in helping you. Besides, how would we get anywhere without a car?” Art responded with a sickening grin. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head forward, causing you to cry out in pain. He forced your mouth open with his other hand. Before you could close it, he shoved a piece of gauze in your mouth and taped it shut. Art of course found all of this hilarious, but soon you noticed his smile changed to an unnerving frown, like the one he gave the girls at the diner. He was looking at the wall in front of him, but you didn’t see anyone there. Whoever it was, they were interrupting his fun and he didn’t like it.
He turned back to you as if to say, “Too bad, guess the fun is over.” He somehow managed to rip the large amounts of duct tape that kept your hands and feet bound to the chair. You got up and realized it was a mistake. You became dizzy. Evidently the drugs weren’t fully out of your system yet. You tried to run for the door, but you almost fell from dizziness. Art grabbed you and began to drag you back with him. You were too weak to pull away as Art dragged you outside. A large van was parked there. Art opened the back of it and tossed you in before closing the doors. The last thing you heard before passing out is the driver’s seat door opening and closing. Art had given you a higher dose of the sedative than usual. Just enough so you would be subdued just a little longer. You were part of his list of victims, after all. But not before tracking down the surviving witness that spotted him at the Pizzaria. He wanted to have fun with you first.
The entity that had resurrected him had also led him to you, and was now leading him to the woman who spotted him at the Pizzaria. Art noticed your unease the first time you saw him. He couldn’t blame you. Anyone with common sense should feel uncomfortable around him. Usually people were rude to him, but you were nice to him. Not that it mattered. Had plans not gone south that night, he would’ve tracked you down after finishing Victoria off. Thankfully things worked out, and now you were right where he wanted you. You poor dear, poor thing. Art chuckled to himself. He knew you would behave. A few hours had passed when you woke up. You forgot your mouth was taped shut as you tried to speak. The van wasn’t moving. You sat up. Art shushed you silently as he got out of the van. He took someone’s stolen debit card with him. You heard something click as it pushed against the door. He stopped to get gas. No doubt he stole the van, too. You didn’t know where you were going. It was quite a ways out.
You thought about ways to try to get out maybe you could try and tell Art you needed to go to the bathroom. But once you remembered what he was capable of, you decided against it. You couldn’t add more victims to Art’s list. You began to cry as you realized the hopelessness of the situation. Art got back in the car. He smiled to himself as he heard your sobs. He turned to you and mimicked your sad expression, running a finger down his cheek, mocking your tears. He could make out a few words from your muffled pleas. “I won’t tell anyone. Please, just let me go.” At this, Art mocked your pleas and then shook his head to tell you no, he would not be letting you go. Your muffled, angry words that came next were clearly an insult, to which Art feigned a gasp, and put a hand over the O shape of his mouth. He then giggled silently and ruffled your hair playfully. He started the van and drove off.
After quite some time, you eventually came to a hospital. Amazingly Art parked the van safely in the parking lot.Art got out of the driver’s seat and came around the back to let you out. You hadn’t really paid attention until now, but the man seemed like a giant compared to you. It made you feel so small and helpless. He yanked you from the van and tore the tape from your mouth. “What are we doing here? Are you hoping to make me an accomplice?” Art shook his head. “This person you’re looking for is a survivor, aren’t they?” Art nodded. “How do you expect to not get caught? A hospital is the safest place on Earth.” Art ignored you and kept you close to him. Just before entering the building, Art gave you a warning look as if to say, “Don’t get any cute ideas.” You eventually made it to a supply closet, where both of you changed into medical scrubs. Both you and Art went to the front desk. Art seemed to know exactly where he was going.
You tried to pull away from Art to make a run for it and call for help, but that impulse quickly died out as you felt something sharp against your back. “First of the night rounds, huh?” Art gestured for you to answer. “Yeah. Just checking on a patient.” You wanted to explain the situation to her so badly. You noticed Art was looking down the hall. “Alright, I’ll put you on the list. Don’t work yourselves too hard.” As you and Art made it to the witness’s room, you quickly took action. You took out the scalpel you took from the inventory closet and stabbed Art in the chest. The girl woke up, scared at what she was seeing. “It’s okay, I’m here to help, but you have t come with me quickly. We don’t have much time.” The girl nodded and took your hand.
The two of you sprinted down the hall, not looking back. You knew enough about Art to know he wasn’t easy to take down. He was probably not far behind you and no doubt mad as a hornet. “I was kidnapped by the clown you saw and held hostage a few days ago. I’m guessing he brought me here to serve as his audience and kill you right in front of me before killing me. I suppose that would make him quite the twisted clown. If we can get some distance from him and safely make it to security we might be able to get out of here. I’m so sorry for both of us.” You eventually made it to an empty office and told her to hide under it. “I promise, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here making a phone call, okay?” She was relieved. Right as you picked up the phone, the girl let out a blood curdling scream.
Something sharp pierced your neck and rammed itself joyfully down your chest cavity. You felt it rip you apart from the inside. You coughed up blood and fell to the ground. The sharp object ran back down from your chest through your stomach. Art waved at you. The last thing you saw was Art approaching the terrified girl.