☆Platonic April week 1☆
☆Platonic yandere art the clown x reader☆
Summary: you come across a strange man wearing a clown suit while unfortunately working over time, you unknowingly make friends with him not knowing the consequences that will lie head and the cost of your very own freedom being taken away by the very same man you called a friend. Will you survive?
Tw: Yandere themes, blood, gore, graphic text, stalking, murder and violence, crazy art, sadistic art, hyperventilation, drugging, kidnapping, chaining. Obsessive behavior, posessive behavior, throwing up.
Word count: 3k
You never should have offered to take overtime, not only was it halloween night, but lately their has been a serial killer on the loose in your so called quiet town.
And the worse part is, Is that anyone can be a victim, this so-called clown serial killer just targets anyone in his path. Frightening, am i right?
But you never sepceted the odds of coming across him, nor interacting with him, you've seen the headlines and the articles and speculations about this clown killer.
Most of its exxagerated bullshit, but you cant help but let it sit with you.
Because some part of you knows, that could be you some day, lifelessly mutilated and violated on the ground, deprecating from this cruel world at barely the age of 19.
But your more rational part of mind always tries to reason with those thoughts.
To provide a solution, and outcome, eve when the ever-dreaded fear still exists.
Even when it is slowly consuming you whole.
No that’s not your main issue now, your issue is your completely alone in this halloween store you decided to work at to make ends meets.
its pathetic really but what else could you do?
Even when your boss constantly pleaded with you to work overtime tonight specifically, you eventually caved in like the people pleaser you are.
You sigh in annoyance, this is going to be one hell of a long night.
You know that for sure.
So reluctantly you with nothing to do.
you start to clean up some of the trash in the aisle left by previous costumers, clearly lost in your own thoughts you barley even notice the creak of the door opening as well as the footsteps approaching behind you.
not until you feel a light tap on your shoulder is when you jump in surprise and turn around to come face to face with the culprit.
You meet face to face with what looks like a man in a clown suit? That's strange.
You examine the clearly white and black face paint on his face to his so-called attire: a black and white jumpsuit with big black shoes.
You can't distinguish his hair color, but you do notice a tiny top hat rested perfectly on his head.
He cleary towers over you by at least 6ft, this clearly intimidates you of course as you back away,
Even as you slowly move away from him, does he still have that chilling grin plastered on his face, staring at you with what you can tell is a calculating gaze?
You don't know and honestly don't care, this guy screams creepy.
So hesitantly, you decide to initiate the conversation.
“hello sir, did you need something?”
you say in a timid tone, which causes him to curve his mouth into an even larger smirk if possible.
But strangely he doesn't answer, he continues to stare at you motionlesly and this unnerves you even more.
Whats up with this guy? Why is he acting so strangely?
You dont have enough time to question him when he moves past yu and grabs a random pair of sunglasses and puts it on his face as he makes a hand gesture.
Cleary he finds amusement in your confused state and this irritates you even more.
But you decide to push down those feelings deciding its not worth getting fired over just because of a annoying customer.
So with that you make your way back to the counter and decide to ignore his presence by sorting through the props under the counter.
Of course the clown man frowns at this, not liking the idea of you ignoring him he decides to push over a rack of plastic props.
this of course causes your attention to be redirected to him as you stare in shock and mild irritation at the mess he caused.
You sigh in annoyance at the predicament but decide not to confront him, simply you start to kneel down and pick up the props scattered across the dirty tile floor.
You can clearly sense that he finds enjoyment in your annoyance. But you won't give him the satisfaction of confronting him, instead, you try to muster up the best smile you can and look at him.
“Sir, would you like to buy something? If not, I suggest you leave,”
you say in your customer service like voice.
This, of course, causes the clown's smirk to falter for a second before returning.
He shakes his head and continues to stare menacingly at you.
You sigh for the upteenth time today and decide this isan’t worth your time or energy, hopefully he leaves eventually so yu can close up and get the hell home.
But the thing is he didnt leave, even after at least two hours he continued to stare at you while you either scrolled on your phone or tidded up the store.
It was still creepy, but at the same time its a relief he didnt decide to cause any more trouble just to get your attention.
After finally having nothing to you decide to initiate a mundane conversation with him.
“It semms like your a big halloween fan, did you make the costume yourself or?”
you say notchantly this causes art to per up and fursioly nod with a more childish smile on his face.
This causes you to chuckle in amusement at his eagerness.
He must really like halloween then huh? With that you and art continue to converse about your favriote halloween movies.
Well its mostly you doing the talking but you get what i mean.
Finally, an hour passes, and it's almost time for you to clock out for the night.
You sigh sadly as you enjoyed talking to the clown man. But you do have to get home for the night.
so with that, you grab your purse and phone and decide to finally lock up the shop.
With art in tow, you both finally make it outside.
That's when you notice the heavy garbage bag flung over his shoulder.
This makes you quirk your brows in confusion but decide not to question it.
It's none of your business anyway, so with that, you wave buy to him as you walk down the seemingly desolated street, video of any human inhabitance.
Of course, while you're walking away, you won't notice Arts' hesitance to leave or the dark gleam in his eyes.
You finally made it back to your apartment complex with no issue luckily, you made yur way inside the apartment lobby to the stairs since the apartment complex’s elevator has been out of service ever since you moved into your apartment which was over a year ago.
You hated using the stairs but you had no choice but to.
After 5 minutes of walking up the stairs, sadly your apartment floor was on the second highest level.
Lucky you huh?
Finally, you make it to your apartment door, exhausted and sore from the day.
You make your way inside as you place your purse down and go to the bathroom to change.
After you change into your pajamas you warm up some takeout from the other night and start to eat while mindlessly watching TV.
unaware of the eyes watching you nor the killer who set their interests on you.
Art has always been a very creative in his ways that he brutally murders his vicitims.
either through multiation or other tactics he deems fit.
Hes never had a sense of good in his body.
Nor has he ever thought of giving a ounce of mercy or sympathy for his vicitims.
And when he came across you in the halloween store he planned on doing the same thing to you.
You were all alone and no one would hear you, and even if someone came he wuld just place the same fate upon the poor person.
But why didnt he?
Why didnt he just chop your body to pieces and place the organs in his bag?
Why did he not feel a sense to kill you on the spot or atleast toy with you?
He doesnt know and its starting to bother him, he shouldve just ended you right here right now but he didnt.
Why didnt he? Is it because of how young you are? No hes murder kids younger than you.
Is it because of how timid your are?
Or how soft your voice is and how cute when you get irritated.
For some reason he just loves it all and he cant understand why.
But does he want to understand why? Does he really wat to know why he feels this way about you?
Art has always been impulsive so he wouldnt put it past himself that he would atleast feel something strange but it shouldnt be this intense.
Why can’t he stop watching you from the window of your old balcony as your eating inside.
Maybe he should leave, and let off some steam by finding a next victim.
Its not like your any importance to him yeah thats right your just some radom stranger he decided not to kill.
You arent worth his time.
He knows hes trying to convince himself but he knows he will come back to you wither through interacting with you or watching you.
Something about you pulls him to you, like a moth to a flame and maybe he might try to make sure that, that flame never burns out.
Maybe you are his salvation.
A few weeks have passed since your first interaction with art and its strange to say that he comes by the shop every day specifically when you are on your shift, at first it was strange but you slowly got used to his presence.
Albeit slowly but surely.
But it was strange the murders started to get more recent you’ll say.
You stazred to notice people close to you started going missing the winding up dead the next day it was horrifying.
It first started with your coworker, whom you made friends with during one of your shifts.
It was nice chatting with her as she ranted about her recent relationships and such, but now she's gone, mulitnated in the alleyway next to a trash bin.
She was just trying to get home.
This horrifying revelation left you shocked for days before it happened again but this time to your favriote barista who works at a coffee shop you regularly visited.
he occasionally flirted with you and gave you his number.
Until he was found dead in the kitchen with a decapitated head on the stove and his body parts scattered in various places in the kitchen.
It was horryfingy to find out. And made your stomach twist in anxiety
Why was this happening to you? Are you going to be the next victim? This just cant be a coincidence.
But you dont know what to do, so your only salvation has been your albet one sided conversations with art. Your glad that he has become you friend but some of his behavior creeps you out from time to time.
Like for instance hes very clingy, he will follow you around the shop during your shifts all the time and he atleast always has his hands on you in some form or way for instance him holding your hand or hugging you.
It was strange at first but you slowly got used to it.
But something you wont get use to is the way he glares at anyone that is around you.
And it’s even worse when that person has your attention.
For instance their was this particular demanding customer one day while art was with you and you were of course trying to stay calm, but then you noticed arts icy glare.
You’ve never seen him give anyone that glare, well at least not to you.
He’s always been more of a jokster so youve never seen him this serious.
And the next thing you know the next day that person is dead.
Of course you dont want to jump to conclusions and question your only friend but you cant help but be suspicious.
But those suspicions dont last long and fly over your head.
You shouldve questioned it, you shouldve gotten away while you could.
You shouldve never interacted to the man you called a friend as you look over your poor coworkers body being mutilated in an abandoned allway.
You should’ve just walked away.
You shouldve just ignored it but curiosity got the best of you and now your facing the reality of what your dear friend really is.
The cold-blooded killer thats been haunting your city.
You feel bile rising up in your throat ready to spill out as you see her scattered organs that were flown around near the garbadge bin.
you also can see what looks like bits and pieces of what once used to be her face next to her mulinated head.
you can see her brain poking out from what used to be her face this makes you gag.
And you double down and throw up what is left of your lunch from earlier.
Of course this catches arts attention as he turns to face you in momentarily shock.
Not that you would've noticed though to caught up in your own fear to notice him stalking forward.
Finally you take notice of his figure from the reflection of a discarded glass cup and using pure adrenaline throw the cup at him and make a break for it.
Hoping and praying he wont catch you as pure adrenaline courses through your very veins.
Of course you hear his footsteps trailing behind you clearly faster than you expected.
You take notice of the abandoned like warehous up head and make a break for it.
Finding this as an opportunity to loose him.
You quickly make your way down an alleway leading to what looks like a backdoor the warehouse.
you quickly make your way inside and run down one of the many hallways hoping to atleast loose art in the process.
Once you stop hearing his footsteps trailing after you, you allow yourself room to breath.
Having just felt like you ran a marathon.
You kneel over and try to steady out your breathing and racing heart.
Of course your still on edge but right now you really need to calm down and think of a logical way to go about this situation.
Because after all your now being hunted like prey by the very same person you called a friend.
And for some reason your mind still cant cope with the fact that hes inhuman enough to actually commit to those heinous crimes.
But beforew you could ponder more about your current predicament you hear the sound of distance footsteps and a clown horn?
Fuck you need to hide and fast.
So, with that, you rush to what looks like an empty storage room filled with boxes of god knows what, and you hide behind the biggest one.
holding your breath in the process, not wanting to make any sudden noise to attract art to your hiding spot.
But of course things never go your way as you can hear his insistent horn hoking as his footsteps come nearer to the room your hiding in.
this makes you whine out in fear which you momentarily regret as silence falls over the room before the boxes are pushed out of the way and your pinned down on the dirty cement grown by art.
You cry out in fear as you look at his face coverded in blood from his previous victim.
you feel tears prick at your eyelids as you feel fear overtake your whole being.
You cant stop the ragged breathing coming out nor the crys leaving your lips as you struggle in his grip.
You feel like a dam is threatening to spill over as you try to keep it together. To not seem weak.
But its already to late as you feel tears rolling down your cheeks and the dam breaks causing you to let out hysterical crys not matter how hard you try to keep them in to appear strong, but its to late so you cry like a fussy baby.
And thats what art sees you as, he see’s you as a helpless baby not knowing right from wrong.
He knows he isan’t the best example of morals but he does care about you and he does want to protect you in his own twisted way.
maybe thats why he silently coos at you as he grabs the syringe hes been carrying for a moment like this. For when he can finally keep you to himself.
He really didnt expect you to walk in as he killed your now deceased coworker but it was already to late, so he has to do what hes been waiting to do ever since these new urges of his have blossomed.
He carefully disableds your movement with precise persicion as he quickly stabs the syringe into your forearm.
he can feel your struggling slowly decreasing until your passed out on the cement floor tear stained streaks adoring your puffy cheeks as you whimper.
He cant help but look at you adornigly, despite his ruthlessness and sadistic nature he couldn’t help but grow a soft spot on poor innocent you.
And he plans to never let you go ever.
Not while he lives, and he be damned if anyone tried to take you away from him, because you’ve always been his to begin with.
You can feel a pounding in your head as you groan, you slowly and drowsy open your eyes as you take in your surroundings.
And you placed on what looks to be a worn down bed that was awkwardly placed in a corner or this clearly run down room?
Or thats what you could call it atleast, you then take notice of the old tv placed next to you.
then art sitting at what looks to be a table with various bloody tools? Wait art! Fuck where are you!
And why hasn’t he killed you yet? What the actual hell is happening and why cant you properly move your body to get up?
You then take notice of the chains tied to the floor then you look up and notice that you hands are chained and sore!
So thats why you cant move. He impobilized you!
You feel more tears brim to you eye lids, you really dont want to cry again but you cant help it, its just all to much for you.
the murder of your dear friends then your cowokrer and now finding out art is the murder thats been hauting your city only for him to imprioson you in what you can call his home?
Art finally turns around having been alerted by your stifled cry and makes his way over to you carefully.
of course you flinch having feared the worse that he’s going to kill you but instead you feel his now clean, gloved hand cradle your face with what feels like a loving embrace?
You can’t believe this, just what the fuck is going on? Youve always know art has been affectionate before but to this extent?
You just cant believe it, but you can tell from that adoring look in his eyes that he see’s you as a helpless child which you refuse to believe, still having fear that he will ulitamtly kill you in the end and that fear is the only reson you dont reluctantly melt in his touch.
Because as much as youd not like to admit it you have been in sone form touch starved for affection, but not liked youd ever tell him that. You wont give him the satisfaction.
Because you may think you know what’s best for you but you don’t and maybe that’s why your stuck in this current predicament.
You should’ve never token the night shift.
Authors note: okay here it is! I hope you enjoyed this! I tried to make art’s peronality more realistic to the movie since i had to watch the first 2 terrfier movies to get an idea on his personal it and how he would present himself! Thank you all for the support! I hope you enjoyed this!
