Summary: You go to a Halloween party thinking a guy likes you, only to realize it was a joke. While letting out your emotions, you come across a clown and end up talking his ear off, except he actually likes it, and you…
A/N: Happy Halloween! 🎃I was really struggling to decide if I should write this for Ghostface or ART, but we clearly know who I ended up choosing. Hope You Enjoy!
“Hey, you should totally come to the Halloween party Brooke’s hosting. Practically everyone‘s gonna be there, and it wouldn’t be the same without you.”
You could feel your cheeks getting hot at his words. “Okay, I’ll come.”
He pumped his fist in the air as he celebrated. “Yes! Okay, the theme is scary. No one’s gonna be doing that sexy costume shit.” You smiled even wider. “Great, I know what I want to be, I just have to make it. I’ll see you next weekend!”
That was last week. You’ve been talking to this guy named Jeff for 2 weeks and when he invited you to that party, you instantly agreed. To you, it seemed to be the next step in your potential relationship.
You planned your costume the whole week, looking up inspo, going out thrifting for pieces, and even pulling out your dusty sewing machine from your closet that hasn’t seen light in months.
You decided to dress as a clown, getting that inspiration from back when killer clowns made their appearances. You used to be scared shitless of them, but now it’s just a funny joke.
As the day of the party arrived and the time hit 10:47, you exited the taxi. “Thanks for the ride!”
As the taxi sped off you turned and stood at the front door of Brooke’s house. You could already hear the booming music and see flashing lights through the window.
With a deep breath you gave 4 specific knocks to the door. Jeff had told you to for whatever reason, but you weren’t gonna question him, you were just gonna do as he asked.
Silence took over the house as “hushes” could be heard before the door opened. You were met with a random boy dressed as an awful looking vampire. He didn’t even try to look scary, but more sexy?
As you walked through the entrance, the eyes on your frame multiplied as they watched your every move. You felt exposed.
Then, the sound of a familiar laugh caught your attention. “Yo bro, she actually showed up in a clown outfit!”
You looked around and caught the sight of laughing Jeff, who high-fived his friend. “She’s actually so gullible.”
Gullible? How were you gullible?
Jeff stepped forward, everyone watching for your reaction. “You’re actually so stupid. You showed up to a college party dressed as a clown. You really are one!”
Laughter erupted from those around you, your eyes traveling to the ground, trying to understand. He’s the one that invited you to this party, he’s the one that told you to dress as something scary, and now he’s making fun of you for it?
He stepped closer, his hand coming under your chin and pushing it up. He was looking at you with a sarcastic expression, a pout on his lips. “Awe, did you really think I was actually into you?”
Your eyes grew glossy as tears filled them.
His sad face turned serious, mouth forming into a thin line and eyes boring into yours. “I would never be with someone like you, you fucking freak.”
With a harsh push, you fell backwards, a whine coming from your lips, but covered by the laughter of other students. “You were nothing, but a dare. Although, I will say you are pretty easy to get to.”
You continued to look at him in disbelief, not believing what was happening.
Jeff’s friend slapped his shoulders as he laughed louder. That’s all you heard — laughter. You looked at everyone in the party, your ears muffling as laughter entered your head.
You were a freak show, and wearing this clown suit didn't make it any better.
Brooke came from the crowd, wrapping her slim arms around Jeff’s neck. “Baby, get this weirdo outta here. She’s ruining the fun.” She pouted while eyeing you.
Jeff stepped forward, threatening to hurt you. “You heard her, go!” You stood up on shaky legs. “B-But, how am I gonna get home?”
Jeff annoyingly groaned at your whiny voice. “Find your own way home, loser!” He stepped forward once more, your legs quickly rushing out the house and down the neighborhood.
As you ran from the house, you could hear the laughter slowly fade and the sounds of the music resuming. You don’t know where you ran, but you ran as far away from that house as possible.
As you came to your senses, you looked around you to see you somehow ended up at the Terrifier FunHouse. As soon as you sat down on a random log, the tears finally fell, releasing all the anger and frustration that grew over you in the short humiliated time.
You weren't as mad at the fact half of the school humiliated you, but that you should’ve known better. This is a college Halloween part for fucks sake, of course everyone was gonna dress seductively.
Your sniffles filled the area, catching the attention of a certain clown. You heard the footsteps before you saw him sitting in front of you, his trash bag slapping the floor beside you.
“Oh hi.” You muttered out while clearing your throat. “I like your costume, it’s much better than mine.” You complimented him while looking down at your now ruined costume. “It was pretty cool, but it got ruined. I think all those tree branches back there ripped it up.”
The clown looked at your costume, a questioning look taking over his face. ‘What happened to it?’
“What’s your name?” You were met with silence once more, a sigh coming from your lips. “You don’t talk much, do you?” He shook his head. “Well, I think your costume looks so similar to ART, that I’ll call you Fake Art.”
“Fake” Art had an offended look on his face as his hand came to his heart, acting as if he was hurt at your claim.
That made you laugh. “Sorry, but no one’s better than the original.”
Art smirked, agreeing with what you said.
Your eyes grew wide once you realized what you said. “Wait, no, I don’t think it’s good what he did. He’s actually a really bad guy!”
Art’s grin disappeared as anger took over his lips. You let out a breath, burying your face in your hands. “I’m lying, I'm actually infatuated with him. There's so much I wanna know about him, like what his favorite food is, or whether he likes white or black more. God I sound like such a weirdo.”
Art listened to you talk, not feeling angry at your words anymore, but more interested.
“Sorry about the rambling, I must sound so annoying. That’s probably when I was just humiliated in front of my whole school and played like a piano by Jeff.”
The clown made motions with his hand, urging you to continue.
“Oh it’s nothing, just some guy I thought was into me was actually playing me for a dare. He invited me to a party and I was the only one actually dressed up, so everyone was laughing at me. He called me a freak and even pushed me! I think I landed on my arm wrong because it still hurts.”
As you retold the story, you missed the way Art’s expression changed.
“That’s also why my costume isn’t as good, but you know that.”
You two sat in silence as you looked around the Funhouse, a reminder to you to go home.
“Well, it was nice talking to you, but I gotta get back to my dorm. It’s probably midnight and I got to work tomorrow, so I’ll see you around?”
The clown nodded his head, a genuine smile coming to your lips. “Okay, bye Fake Art!”
He waved back watching as you walked through the woods and to your dorm.
He gave it a minute or two before getting up and collecting his trash bag to follow you. He had to make sure you got home safe, and also pay a visit to this Jeff guy.
He’s not trying to be a weird stalker, you're just really interesting.
