Local Cannibal Is Gay For Handsome Boys (?)

Pretend

Pairing: Art The Clown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff? Mentions of Killing. Mentions of Groping!

Word Count: 2,366

Summary: After encountering a creep at a Halloween party, you try to walk home, only to be followed by him, but luckily you run into Art.

A/N: I literally thought about this last night and wrote it the next day. Hope You Enjoy!

It was your favorite holiday.

Halloween.

The night where almost any girl can dress slutty and not be shamed. This year you were planning to be a sexy nurse. You've been planning this since last year and you were way too excited.

Not only was your costume gonna be good, but you and your best friend Tara were invited to a party by another friend Dawn, and the host is pretty popular so there'll be a lot of people.

You quickly got dressed, did your hair and make-up before going to Tara for her opinion. “Tare, do I look like a prostitute?” Tara’s head snapped towards you, looking you up and down. “No. You looked like a sexy nurse.”

You two giggled. “Thanks. I wanna look a little slutty, but not too much.” Tara quickly got dressed and the sound of your phone dinging caught your attention.

The cab was here. You had ordered it a couple of minutes prior to getting ready. “Cab’s here, Tara!” You called out grabbing a fake stethoscope.

“You got everything?” Tara asked you as you two walked towards the cab waiting for you both. You nodded your head and y’all were on your way to the party.

The drive was only about 10 minutes, but when you heard the music thumping down the street, you knew the party was gonna be good.

You thanked the driver and exited the car. “You ready?” You breathed out. Tara nodded and took your hand before walking through the door.

There were flashing lights, and the smell of sweat, drinks, and mixed perfume and cologne. You would’ve cringed at the smell, but the party looked so fun, you couldn’t be mad.

“I’mma go find Dawn. Stay here.” Tara yelled to you. You opened your mouth to tell her you would come with, but she was already gone. You sighed, standing in the corner, looking around at everyone. Most girls were dressed as something slutty like a cop, or bunny while the guys came as themselves.

As you scanned the room, studying people, you didn’t notice a man coming from your left. He had a determined look on his face as he walked up to you. You only noticed when you saw his figure in your peripheral vision.

“Hey sexy nurse.” You slightly cringed at his voice as you turned to look at him. It sounded like a pair of smoker’s lungs, yet, he looked so young!

“Hi.” You shyly responded. You already don’t want to talk to this guy and here he was trying to make conversation with you. “Saw you and your friend come in, and I knew I had to come over and talk to you. Can I buy you a drink?” You let out an awkward laugh, giving him a fake smile.

“Awe, no thanks.” You politely decline. He was quickly taken back at your words. “Oh, come on, you don’t even know my name! It’s Tony, what’s yours?” You ignored his question, not really wanting to give him your name.

Luckily you were saved by Tara as she came back. She noticed Tony and looked at you. You blinked three times really fast. It was a little code you two made up for when you want to get out of awkward situations.

She instantly caught on, grabbing your wrist. “She’s not interested, sorry.” She said, dragging you away from the creep. You let out a sigh of relief as you two reached Dawn who was at the bar and already had 3 shots in less than 10 minutes.

“Oh hey, Y/n! Saw you were getting real cozy with that guy. Who is he?” You shrugged your shoulders, looking back only to catch him staring at you. “I dunno? Some guy name Tony. He was trying to buy me a drink or something. He thought I was hot, but I turned him down.”

Tara nodded, looking at the guy as well. “He smelled like cigarettes and his teeth was yellow.” Y’all’s faces scrunched up in disgust.

If you know you’re going to a party, at least try and look good.

“Ew, let’s just forget about him. Hey man, get me 3 more shots!” Dawn demanded the guy who was near the drinks. It was time to let loose a little.

You, Dawn, and Tara had some more drinks before deciding to go out on the dance floor when a Brittany Spears song came on. “Oh shit, this is my song! Let’s go Y/n!” Dawn said, getting up and grabbing you. She knew Tara wasn't the dancer of the group.

At first you two danced together, but you did a small spin and she was gone. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Where did she go? You looked at the dancing bodies and saw her dancing with some random guy.

Well there goes dancing with friends.

You were about to leave the dance floor and go back to Tara, but the feeling of two hands on your hips made you freeze. “Don’t go yet, let’s dance.” The raspy voice whispered in your ear. It was clearly Tony.

You quickly spun around looking at him in disgust. “Ew, hell no! Don’t touch me.” Tony chuckled dryly. “Why are you playing so hard to get? Your friend is clearly occupied with a man, so why can’t you be?” You shook your head at his words.

“Not with you!” You didn’t wait to hear his answer as you spun on your heel and went back to Tara. Tara was nursing a fruity drink when you came back. “That Tony guy is really getting on my nerves and creeping me out. Y’know he just touched my hips when I was dancing.”

Tara’s eyes grew wide. “He what?” She practically yelled. She stood up, ready to find this Tony guy and put her fists in his face, but you quickly stopped her. “Woah, hey, stop. There’s no need for any of that.” Tara looked back at you, seeing your pleading eyes.

She let out a huff, sitting back down. “Whatever, but the next time he does anything to you. I’m beating his ass.” You smiled, feeling a little more safe. At least someone was gonna stick up for you.

You stayed around Tara for a little while and continued to drink. Dawn is more of a party person out of you three, so not seeing her after that Brittany song isn’t really surprising.

Tara is more calm and protective. She’s like the mother of the group while you were the shy one. You were really quiet unless spoken to.

“Imma go to the bathroom real quick.” You announced, standing up. You pushed through the grinding bodies until you reached the bathroom.

You did your business, and fixed your appearance before opening the door to leave, but as soon as it opened, you were met with the tall figure of Tony.

You harshly gasped, putting a hand on your heart. “Oh fuck, you scared me!” Tony smirked. “Didn’t mean to, maybe I should check your heartbeat.” You couldn’t say anything as his hand came up to your chest, squeezing your left breast.

You gasped, quickly slapping him. “Don’t. fuckin.’ touch me!” Tony hissed, touching his cheek while throwing his head back. “Fuck, I have a huge boner now cause of you. I think you should take care of it. Take care of me, nurse.”

Nasty. That’s all you could think of. What kind of person does this to someone they don’t know. “Sick, nasty, and pathetic, that’s what you are. I’ve already told you 2 times to leave me alone you sick creep! Go find someone else to flirt with and harass!” You scolded him, pushing past his body and into the crowd.

Tony watched with dark eyes as you sped walked to your friend. When you reached Tara you practically had tears in your eyes. “Tara, I think I’m gonna go home.”

She saw your eyes and heard the way your voice cracked, worry taking over her. “Why what happened? If it was that Tony guy, I swear I’m gonna shove his balls so far up his ass, he won’t even be able to-”

You quickly cut her off. “No! It wasn’t him. I’m just not feeling so well. I think I’ve had to much fruity drinks.” Well that excuse was believable. Since you're the shy one of the group and don’t go out much, you’ve clearly drank a little past your limit.

Tara nodded, feeling relieved that Tony wasn’t the reason you were going. “You want me to call you a cab, or walk back with you?” You quickly denied. You were definitely gonna cry on your way back.

“No, stay here with Dawn. You know how bad she gets.” You two shared a small laugh before you left. Since the drive was 10 minutes it would probably take you 20 to walk back.

You quickly started walking down the concrete towards the end of the road. You couldn’t wait to get home, wash your body, and lay down in your shared apartment. You felt much safer there.

You continued to walk, turning the corner when you saw someone come beside you. At first you thought it was Tara, but it was just an old woman. “Excuse me, young lady."

You turned and saw the sweet old lady looking up at you. “I think you're walking too fast for the man behind you. He's been following after you now for 11 minutes. Just wanted to let you know. Happy Halloween!"

You watched as the lady walked fast, humming a Christmas song? Her words were deep in your mind. There was someone following you?

You continued to walk, but carefully looked over your shoulder and that's when you saw him. You could see his face. It was Tony from earlier.

He must've been really pissed because the look on his face looked scary. He looked mad, mouth in a thin line, eyes dark, looking at your form.

Your breath hitched as you realized, your steps growing faster. Then you heard his increase. The heel of his shoes were loud as they slapped against the concrete.

How did you not notice him earlier? So much for being aware of your surroundings!

You felt your heart rate increase as you walked faster. Is this the end? Is this where you die or get kidnapped? Maybe you should’ve let Tara punch him.

As you turned the corner again, the sight of a man dressed in a black and white clown suit caught your attention. He had a black trash bag over his shoulder as he walked out an alleyway.

You thought quickly, slowing your steps. “Babe, there you are!” Art froze, looking over at you. He instantly noticed the fear in your eyes as you looked at him. “I just came from that party. Had some fun, but didn’t feel so good.” You made conversation, but Art stayed quiet looking at you.

You took slow steps as you walked to him. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, making Art freeze. Even though you both had clothes on, you felt so warm. Art dropped his trash bag, hugging you back.

Is he even doing this right?

Only by a little did you feel some fear go away. Weirdly, Art sniffed your hair, the smell of your shampoo hitting his nose. For once he felt at ease. “M-missed you, baby. I was so sad since you couldn’t pick me up.” You said, pulling back from him.

You looked behind you seeing Tony now gone and Art quickly connected everything. You were pretending that he was your boyfriend in order to scare away that creep. The fear in your eyes and the shadow lurking behind you as you practically ran to him told the story.

You let out a sigh, closing your eyes. “Thank you so much for that. That guy was following me for like 10 minutes after I rejected him at a party. He even groped my breast!” Art frowned.

If there’s one thing he didn’t like is someone forcefully pushing themselves on someone.

“Again, thank you so much, and sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” You muttered, looking down at his big clown shoes. Art reached into his trash bag, pulling out a bag of Trail gummy worms. You smiled widely.

“Thank you, this is my favorite candy!” You felt joy erupt in you. You looked back at him. “I’ll get out of your hair- hat now. Have a great Halloween!” Art felt a little sadness in him as he watched you walk away.

Now you feel a little safer going home. You walked faster this time and before you knew it, you reached it. You did what you said you were, taking a shower, having a small dinner, and going to bed, hoping you would forget about all of this.

The next morning you went into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. As you walked into the living room where Tara was on the couch watching a reality TV show, breaking news interrupting it, a groan coming from her.

“Breaking news! A man who police have not identified yet has been found dead at ***** in an alleyway. Police said he was brutally murdered with many different types of weapons and even shot in his private area. We’re not gonna show any images, but the carving of the letters A-R-T spelling Art was found on his chest. If you know any information about this murder or the meaning behind Art, please contact the police.”

Tara winced as she heard the reporter say those things. “God, people are crazy out here.” She said as her show popped back on.

You weren’t really focused on that though. Why did that name seem so familiar?

You put your bowl down on the coffee table and walked back to your room. You looked on your dresser and at the bag of candy you got from the clown. On the back it said ART signed in a black marker with a weird looking heart.

That’s when the realization hit.

You pretended to date a clown who was a killer.

My headcanons for Art the Clown

Tw: mention of violence, blood, killing and etc

Note: sorry for long waiting, I had some stuff to do. But I watched this movie last night, just can't not to write something

• Suppose that by some miracle you interested him, and Art changed his mind about killing you.

• Art is a man of the moment, of impulse, in this regard he is like a child. If he wants something, he will get it, no matter how. If he's interested in you, he'll get you and keep you.

• Again, he is quite childish, and since he cannot speak, all his emotions are visible in his body language and antics. His childish behavior can also manifest itself in frequent insults. He will be sitting on the couch with his arms folded and fundamentally avoiding your gaze. Try to guess what he's offended about. And it's better to do it quickly, before the desire to tear some human flesh wakes up in him. His mood changes very often, so be always prepared for the fact that at the moment of rare hugs he will suddenly become agitated or, conversely, aggressive.

• He's very jealous. It's not that he's insecure, he just doesn't like sharing his stuff, including you. You better not pay too much attention to other people unless you want to see their guts smeared on the wall in your bathroom.

• Despite this, Art is quite protective. He won't let anything happen to you. Be prepared that he will be constantly watching you. But now you can safely walk through the dark alleys, Art is always there, you are under the reliable protection of this guard dog.

• Art likes to scare you more than his victims. He doesn't know why, but he really likes the taste of your fear, it really turns him on. But Art will never really hurt you enough, except for a few cuts or bruises. There's something about you that makes him fear losing you for real. There's something special about the way you're scared of him. Maybe it's your expression or your cute screams, he doesn't know. But your guardian definitely makes him feel a lingering warmth in his lower belly.

• His actions and feelings can hardly be called love, because he really does not know how to get attached, he is just not quite the person for this. But he shows a certain affection in his own way. First of all, he's not killing you. Secondly, sometimes he tries to take into account your wishes in many things, tries to find out what you like. Thirdly, he can be quite clingy. When Art realizes that he wants your attention, he can gently pull the sleeve of your hoodie, as if asking for a hug, or he can just roughly grab you by the waist and put you on his lap.

• He really doesn't care about your appearance, he has a weakness for you because it's you.

• Talking about what you like. Art is very narcissistic and cruel. But over time, he will realize that your smile and your joy create some kind of strange feeling in his chest, he likes it. In fact, Art makes you happy only because it gives him a certain pleasure.

• He loves using you as bait for his victims. This gives him an extra push to kill his victim in an even more brutal way.

• In general, he can be kind to a certain extent, he even brings you small gifts from time to time. Besides, he's crazy about the sight of someone else's blood on your face and skin. But you'll definitely have to teach him to wash more often and eat normal food.

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Part 2 / Part 3

Baldur's Gate 3 X Innocent! Reader

Characters: Astarion Ancunin, Shadowheart, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, Lae'zel, Wyll Ravengard, Karlach and Halsin

Tags: friends to lovers, acquittances to lovers, in denial, overprotective, fluff, indirect kisses, Gale being Gale, fake love (until it's not), established relationship and innocence.

Warning: SFW. Light suggestive themes.

A/N: Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. No, I'm still in a chokehold-

Astarion Ancunin

“Well aren’t you just the cutest thing ever? I could just eat you right up, darling~.”

When he first met you, Astarion knew you were an easy target. A nice meal he could exploit, especially if you’re a virgin, and a great pawn for the road ahead. He would deliver sweet nothings to you in hopes of sleeping in your bed and drinking from the pure blood that coursed through your veins. But as time continued, as you showed how sweet you were, the pale elf found himself genuinely falling for you.

He wanted to protect you from the world around both of you and bite anyone who tried to hurt you. He’d even hesitate on feeding from you out of fear he’d hurt you or expose himself to your pained gasps. You were his precious jewel he couldn’t afford to be taken from him or tainted in any way. With everyone else, he’s still a flirtatious and snarky vampire spawn. But around you, he will always be a sweet man who wants to make sure you’re okay. His princess… That being said, don’t expect him to stop flirting with you. He adores when you get flustered.

Shadowheart

“Stand behind me! I don’t want you to get hurt! Just do as I say, okay?!”

At first Shadowheart thought you weren’t real. That there was no way in the nine hells that there was someone as pure as you. She genuinely thought your personality was a charade. So she watched you carefully, waiting for you to show your true colors in the form of berating someone or betraying one of the campers. But you never did. You always stayed true to yourself.

When she realized that you were probably the most modest person in your motley crew, the Shar Worshipper became attracted to you. She spent more time with you and suddenly felt like she needed to take care of you along your adventure together. Similar to Astarion, Shadowheart tries to be ever so gentle with you, never using pain in bed and out of bed unless you approve of her actions when she asks for permission. It’s evident to everyone she cares deeply for you and wouldn’t mind spending her life with you.

Gale Dekarios

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen the embodiment of happiness. Who knew I would find that in you?”

You had Gale’s heart as soon as you said hi to him. It didn’t take long for this man to turn into putty around you nor to become friends with you. And he fell in love when you always gave him magical objects without hesitation. Asking him if he’s alright and stroking his head after he eats his weave? He was swooned. The closer you two became, the more the wizard would share his life with you like an open book and offer any kind of lesson in magic to you.

It didn’t take long for him to admit he had romantic feelings for you, leading to you to become a couple. At camp, he is a gentleman, always asking if you need anything in between kisses to your cheek and becoming bashful with you when you bless his ears with your giggles. Outside of camp, he’s focused on you, making sure no one lays a finger or spell on that cute head of yours. You bring the best out of Gale and make him the happiest man in all of the realms.

Lae’zel

“G’lyck. If you’re hurt, then go to the ghustil… Hurry up or I’ll drag you to her myself.”

You were a liability to Lae’zel. Always getting hurt? Never killing your enemies? Checking up on everyone over yourself? She wanted nothing more than to throw you to the wolves so you wouldn’t ruin the group’s odds of survival. She hated you with a flaming passion. She hated how you always asked if she was okay. How you always treated her wounds after a battle and dare to kiss her injuries better. How you cowered behind her during combat.. And especially how you made her heart flutter when you slept across from her by the campfire, watching your cute face in a state of peace…

If it was up to her, she’d kick you out of the camp for what you’ve done to her. She swears it. But for now? She guesses she’ll keep you around for a little longer. Besides, she knows without her you’d die out there. You need her and she needs you.

Wyll Ravengard

“Don’t fret now, I won’t let them lay a finger on you, not when the Blade of Frontiers is right by your side.”

Wyll always wanted to have a romance like fairy tales. Save a fair princess or prince from their troubles like a knight in shining armor while slaying dragons. To meet someone who was the sweetest thing alive and experience real happiness with them by his side. So when he met you, you can bet he felt like he won the jackpot! He found your bashful nature and careless personality to be a breath of fresh air, especially when he was punished by Mizora.

At first you were a great friend, but when you took care of him, polished his horns and always checked if he was alright after fights, true love sprung between you two. It didn’t take long for him to confess his feelings to you and take your hand as your boyfriend. From that day forward, he’s been your savior on and off the battlefield when he wasn’t your sweet lover that showered you in compliments and kisses. You are positive that with Wyll you are bound to have a happily ever after.

Karlach

“Aww, you’re so adorable I just wanna squish your cheeks and hug you forever!... I can?! Well, come here, you!”

It was love at first sight between you and Karlach. After you splashed her with water and made sure she was okay, the barbarian’s heart was in your hands. She was so used to meeting backstabbers, manipulators and liars that she wasn’t sure there were any good people left. But you proved her wrong and she was so happy you did. Because of you, she made it her sole mission to get infernal iron so she could touch you.

When she couldn’t, she would share indirect kisses with you using rocks and even gift you her teddy bear Clive when you couldn’t hold her. And when she finally was able to touch you, she held you as if her life depended on it. There isn’t a moment where you two are not touching in and out of camp. You make her feel alive again in more ways than one and to her you are her soulmate. She loves you so much and will do anything to make sure you know that.

Halsin

“If you were a part of nature’s divine design, then you are a pure ray of sunshine given by the Oak Father.”

Halsin immediately gave you his trust and respect when you saved him without a reason to. It didn’t help that he also found you to be adorable with how nervous you got around him and how you stuttered a bit. With how you were, the druid quickly grew an interest in you, wanting to be beside you and feel your skin against his. He loved how you were so considerate when he wild shaped, petting his head and playing with him effortlessly.

In the wilderness, you were something like his mate, always protected by foes and checked for injuries. If there were any, he would bandage them as quickly as he could and carry you the rest of the way back to camp. When everything was settled, he’d immediately cuddle you as himself or as a bear. You were perfect in every way to him and for that, he would be your sole protector no matter what.

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Feverish | Art the Clown x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Or even a fic of him getting sick after being out in the snow with the Santa costume in Terrifier 3?

I can imagine him curled up on the reader’s couch, blanket over his lap whilst he’s pouting. And him silently sneezing into a handkerchief (despite him having to be told multiple times to cover his nose and finally doing so)

And the reader putting a thermometer in his mouth to take his temperature.. oh my god ❞

: ̗̀➛ Art comes to you when he's at his very lowest, but thankfully, you're tolerant of him enough to put up with it.

trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ mentions of gore, swearing, depictions of illness, mentions of murder

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Art crashed onto your sofa, appearing to sigh heavily although no noise left him in the slightest as he reached to rub his nose; you frowned upon noticing him. Unsure of whether or not demons could even get sick, but judging by his demeanour, he was weak enough to pick something up. His suit was covered in blood, and his big black bin bag was partially torn; you knew what you needed to do.

With careful hands, you tugged at the front of his costume, and he understood; he waited for you to turn around before he stripped himself and allowed you to carry away the bloodstained and soaked costume. Clearly, the snow had gotten to him as well, as the costume was damp enough to quickly drip onto the light coloured laminate.

You didn't mind much, though, shoving it into the washing machine and taking no notice of the bits of blood and sinew attached to the torso half on the front and the ends of his sleeves. He had come home with worse before.

You never did understand why Art was always so... placid with you, though. Sure, he scared you every morning by honking that fucking horn in your face, but he never attempted to hurt you. Unless the time he nearly burned down the kitchen trying to make toast counted, but you doubted it.

You didn't think about it much anymore, though; but you were quick to grab a hoodie and some jogging bottoms that you kept behind for when you had to clean his clothes. You lugged them back to the sofa, and tapped him on the shoulder so he could get changed.

Again, you turned around until he was decent, and when you finally looked at him, you smiled.

"So, where'd you get the Father Christmas costume from?"

Art shrugged, and flapped his hands around to mimic what he had done, standing up but still hunched over slightly; his mouth extended and open wide in an overexaggerated smile before he slapped his hands on his stomach and silently laughed.

His lips curled like he was in pain, and he bent his head forward, sneezing; you grimaced as snot and phlegm landed on your floor, and you tutted.

"Sneeze into your fucking hands!" You told him loudly, huffing and grabbing some tissue to clean it up.

You never raised your voice at Art, let alone swore at him, and he did pout a bit before he did it again; more phlegm and sticky snot splattering onto your floors.

You glared at him, shaking your head; you huffed, pulling out a handkerchief from your pocket and shoving it into his hands.

"Use that, for fuck's sake."

He started to pout and flap his hands again, childishly acting up in protest of being asked to show basic manners.

But then he stopped, doubling over and coughing into his hands; his eyes squeezed silently shut as he appeared to strain in what you only assumed was a sneeze. You frowned, pushing him back down onto the sofa and covering him with your old fluffy Batman blanket. You pressed your hand against his forehead.

He usually felt a bit warmer than the average person, but this time, you could feel the sweat beading and cascading down his forehead. Leaving streaks within his white makeup. You grimaced again and shook your head, disappearing quickly and coming back with a thermometer.

"Open your mouth," you told him, but he shook his head. "Art. I need to know how high your fever is."

He pouted at you, raising his brows to try and give you the puppy dog eyes; hoping that your concern could be easily melted away.

"Art," you grumbled, glaring at him sternly. He relented, and opened his mouth for long enough that you could get the thermometer in there. "Do not bite it. That one was expensive."

He chewed it slightly, letting the glass clink against his teeth until you pulled it from his mouth and looked; he was definitely running hotter than you had ever seen.

"You stay here," you told him. "I'm gonna get you some painkillers."

He nodded, almost excitedly, and watched you disappear. Again, he slapped his hands over his mouth, coughing against his palms. The only noise he made was the shuffling of the blanket once he settled down and turned onto his side, feeling sorry for himself.

But you weren't gone for long, and allowed him to cling to your wrist as you popped the tablets in his mouth and helped him to wash them down with a small glass of water.

"Your bin bag," you started, "do you want me to get a new one?"

He nodded again, this time excited as he pointed over to it; but his usual rapid and frantic pointing wasn't present, and you knew that that meant he was definitely not himself this time.

You were quick to grab the bin liners from the shed, the extra large ones, and you used three to make sure that none of his tools could poke through; you were actually quite surprised, really, as Art usually slapped your hand away whenever you tried to touch it. But he knew he was weak, and he knew that you were his only ally left.

Maybe ally wasn't the right word.

He did, in his own way, care about you; like a wild animal, he would come and go as if he owned the place and didn't care if he trudged in a boat load of blood and bone.

You learned pretty early on not to tell him about people who annoyed or wronged you - not unless you wanted him to send you a video of him bashing their fucking head in against a window or stamping on their head and peeling off their face.

You learned quite quickly not to do that.

He was, in his own way, protective. He didn't allow the little pale girl or Victoria inside your house, didn't even let them know what you looked like. You could still remember the former trying to look at you while Art closed every window and door and curtain to make sure she didn't.

You didn't even ask why, you didn't want to know.

Slowly, Art reached out his arms, and you knew what he was asking for; you lifted the blanket, and squished yourself against his side as he tapped his fingers on your arm like he usually did.

You often fell asleep with him like that, only to be woken up by him shaking you to make sure you were still alive. The worst was when you were snoring and he spilled water on your face.

It made you laugh so much, mostly because you didn't know what the fuck he was thinking.

But you loved that about him; he could always make you laugh, even though if anyone else so much as tried it, you would have kicked them out and told them to never contact you again.

He jerked suddenly, his body spasming as he silently sneezed against your shoulder; you felt the puff of air, and frowned.

He really was in bad shape, and you wished you knew how the fuck he caught it.

You silently promised that you would look after him until he was better; you could take the time off of work just to make sure he didn't get into too much trouble, and you could always ask your friends to pick up some books from the library to see if there were any on sickness in demonic clowns.

So, you relaxed into his arms, and you gently grabbed his hand, hoping that it would at least make him feel better.

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