~Your P.O.V~

"Gah!" You sat up, panting. Another nightmare. Why did he have to do this to you? You groaned and held your head, it was already pounding from the sleep deprivation. How much more could you handle before you finally snapped?

Something dripped onto your head, and you froze, your breath caught in your throat. What horrid surprise had he left you to find this time?

Since the first body was found outside your house, many had appeared as well, be it small animals, family pets or children. He was torturing you, your mentality, and your emotional state. You had no clue how long it would be before you lost it.

But you felt like it would be soon.

Your stomach let out a loud growl, but you didn't dare move, still feeling the thick liquid dripping onto your forehead.

Now and then the clown made an appearance, you weren't sure why. He did all of his scaring when he wasn't visible, whenever you saw him it just irritated you. You could handle facing him, but not the torment he would put you through when he wasn't there.

"Wakey wakey Lollipop~" You heard his raspy voice in the darkness, and you sighed.

-Great. He's here... No point in fighting the inevitable-

Reaching over, you flicked on the bedside lamp, before raising your gaze to the roof. Another family pet, a dog. If you weren't mistaken, it could have been a Golden Labrador, but you weren't entirely sure, it was a mess.

Your stomach churned at the sight of the poor dog, but there was no other reaction. You had seen it before. You just felt sympathy for the poor creature, and disgust at the clown for being so vile towards an innocent animal. And why? Just to try and get a rise out of you.

You could hear him giggle from the other side of the room, clearly thinking you were phased by the disgusting view. Well, you had lost your appetite, but that was about it.

Also, you really wanted to punch him in the face.

Sleepiness does that to you.

"Like the gift?" The clown, who had told you was called Laughing Jack, stepped forward, "I thought a pet would be nice, since you don't have any."

You rolled your eyes and stood, stretching. Well, you were awake for the day anyway, so you may as well get up. Nightmares were horrible.

Giving a yawn, you walked out of the room, not even giving the limp pup another glance. Laughing Jack followed you, still giggling. The giggle you heard in your nightmares, the giggle you wanted to end.

However, after multiple stabbings, you had learnt it wouldn't go away.

And the clown was never phased by your attacks, seemingly never even feeling it.

You were still figuring out what he is, since he hadn't told you. And you didn't expect him to, nor want to know what he really was.

He bounced in front of you, giggling happily as he saw the blood splattered in your hair and face. To him it was all a game, and you knew once he was bored he'd kill you.

Well bring it on stripy bitch. You aren't going down without a fight.

Walking into the kitchen, you started boiling the kettle. It was starting to get cool during the nights, so a hot chocolate sounded wonderful. Plus, the sugar would be good for your low blood sugar problem.

Laughing Jack chuckled, before sitting on your bench and kicking his feet, "Sleep well~?"

"Take a guess.." You grumbled, pouring your warm drink.

"Perfectly!" He giggled and leant back.

You only huffed, mixing the coco and water, before adding a teaspoon of sugar. Milk was an option for you, sometimes you'd have none, other times it was half the cup. For today, it was merely just enough to turn the colour a slightly lighter brown.

LJ watched you, his creepy smile still plastered on his pale white face. Oh boy you wanted to slap it from him, he was enjoying your suffering.

Of course he was, he was the one causing it, the one that could kill you at any moment.

"You seemed pretty scared when you woke up." He giggled, still kicking his feet, "Bad dreams?"

"Yeah, I had this ugly clown chasing me, it's the worst dream." You huffed, hoping to at least offend him. He only chuckled and followed you out of the kitchen.

"I take it you want it allll to end~? For the nightmares and the dead bodies to stop?" He tilted his head, still smiling.

"No, please, keep it coming." You grunted, sitting at the table, "I love waking up to blood being splattered all over my face."

He frowned slightly, "So it doesn't scare you?"

"Not anymore. It's gross, and quiet frankly, I'm getting sick of it. Of you." You took a drink, the warm beverage burning your throat, "Now please, go crawl into whatever hole you emerged from and stay there, I need sleep."

"Ohhh someone's cranky!" He sat on the table, leaning in front of you. He still smiled, though you could see something dangerous flash in his eyes.

"No thanks to you." You growled, "Now fuck off."

He let out a mocked gasp, placing a clawed hand on his chest, "Profanity! A sweet treat like you shouldn't be saying such things!"

"Don't call me a sweet treat! I am not something you eat, I am a human being that is about to punch you in that stripy nose if you don't back the fuck up." You raised your fist, and although he still wasn't phased by your mood, he did move back.

"If that's the case then I guess I'll have to kill you now~" He let out a chuckle.

"Bring it on.." You jumped, holding your fists up.

He smirked and reached for you, easily grabbing your arms, "With pleasure~!"

You frowned as he let out a giggle, throwing you across the room. You cried out as you hit the wall, the sudden dizziness making there seem like there were two clowns. Damn he was strong, he threw you like you were nothing.

You shook your head and stood, leaning against the wall. There was no way you were dying tonight. Laughing Jack appeared in front of you and grabbed you again, a clawed hand tight around your neck. You let out a gasp as he pinned you to the wall, his other hand ready to strike.

His eyes flashed and suddenly a burst of pain erupted from your stomach. You let out a scream, kicking your feet and trying to claw at his hand around your throat. This was a dream, it had to be. You'd wake up soon enough right?

"Those that dream never see reality you know~" The clown giggled, "Such a shame, the real world is sooo much more painful!"

You gave a sharp cry, feeling him sink his fingers into your neck, before swinging your fist wildly and striking him in the nose. He hissed and stumbled back, stunned that you would, or even could do such a thing.

You fell to the ground with a grunt and held your bleeding stomach, before looking up at the clown. Jack was still rubbing his nose, blinking rather rapidly. You didn't know you could punch so hard. Then again, your life was on the line.

No way was this a dream. And if it was, you'd come out on top for once. Growling, you took off towards your front door, before flying out of the house in a bleeding mess. The street was a blur, and all you could hear was your raspy panting and the sound of an infuriated screech.

-What am I doing?!- You yelled at yourself, finally awake enough to know that you really are an idiot, -Challenging a psycho killer, nice job (Y/N)!-

You grunted as you ran, hugging your stomach tightly as you glanced behind you. Was he following you? The answer to that was yes, he was. And with his height and length of his legs, he was very easily catching you.

-Oh dear God- You looked around, before getting an idea, -I'll lose him in the forest!-

Turning on your heel, you dashed into the thick woods, quickly losing any and all sight as to where you were going; the streetlights soon disappeared.

You heard another angry cry and allowed a small laugh, -Take that clown!-

After a while, the adrenaline pumping through your veins soon vanished, and you were left panting and in pain, leaning against a tree. Your hand was covered in blood, and you knew soon enough that you'd need to get help, otherwise you'd pass out, and most likely die.

"Well... At least I'd be safe in a hospital, Laughing Jack won't know where to look." You chuckled again, before standing straight and looking around, "Now which way did I come from..?"

Looking around, you quickly decided on a route and started walking, taking it slow to not make your wound any worse. However, as you walked you got the sudden, horrid feeling of being watched. You frowned and checked the area, spotting a man off in the distance.

He seemed normal enough, wearing a suit and tie. You couldn't make out his features though, it was if the air itself had turned staticky and was hiding his face. Something didn't feel right about him, but what could possibly be wrong? Maybe he could help you with your stalker clown problem.

Yet, before you could even start heading towards you, you noticed he was closer, only a few tees away. The static got more chaotic and started to hurt your head. You groaned and held it in your hand, staring back up at him.

He was now right in front of you, and God dammit he was as tall as LJ, maybe even a tad taller. You let out a loud groan as the static almost drowned out all other sound, and your vision was growing blurry.

"Welcome child..." A deep voice said, somehow making its way over the noise, "You will be safe with me..."

Passing out sounded like such a good idea at this point. It really did. But the feeling of something smooth wrapping around your arms, your stomach, the sharp jab of pain as it tightened around your abdomen kept you awake.

You looked back up at the man and realised with horror that his face was blank, starch white. There was nothing; no eyes or lips, no ears and only the slight bump that you guessed had to be his nose.

You chocked out as the smooth object from before wrapped around your neck and you felt like you were covered in a cold blanket. It was like this thing wanted you to sleep. And your eyes finally couldn't fight it, they started to close.

"Hey! That's my kill!" You jerked slightly as the tall man was tackled to the ground by a stripy blur.

Whatever was wrapped around you let go and you fell to the ground with a loud cry. You grit your teeth in pain, clutching at your stomach as the static slowly faded. Glancing back, you realised Laughing Jack was now on top of the tall figure, pinning him down by the neck.

He saved your life?

-To kill you himself idiot- You tried to stand, stumbling into a tree. God you were so dizzy. What was that tall being doing to you?

Who cares. You had to get out of there, that's all that mattered. So, after taking a deep breath you took one last look back towards the two monsters, and your eyes widened. They were fighting.

"She came into my turf; therefore, she is mine to kill." The tall, seemly calm one stated. You soon realised that the thing that had been holding you before was actually things, and they were protruding from his back, flying at the clown.

From what you could tell, they were tendrils of some sort. Eight long, black tendrils that stabbed through Jack as the clown tried to tackle him again.

"No way! I've been waiting to kill her for weeks! You aren't going to do it just like that!" Laughing Jack cut at the other with his claws, trying to rip him apart; however the wounds, although large and gapping, quickly formed back to normal under the ripped suit.

You watched with a mix of awe and terror, what were these things? And why were they suddenly in your life? Why were you suddenly the victim? And why were they fighting instead of working together and ripping you apart?

God you felt like you were in a story.

But noticing the two were distracted, you smiled and ran. Yes, you will have a chance to live. You won't die like those stupid white people that mess around in horror movies.***

The forest was a blur, and the pain in your stomach slowly faded as once again you were full of energy, adrenaline, whatever the hell you wanted to call it. Eventually, you found a local area, only a few streets away from your home, and even closer to a hospital. Thank God!

And you'd be able to get help, you'd convince them that there was a clown after you, that he could turn invisible, that he gave you the wound. You'd be able to get rid of him. Finally.

-Oh no-

Your eyes started to flutter as you ran down the street. A sudden feeling of drowsiness flooded you, and you weren't sure if it was the exhaustion, the loss of blood, or the fact that you didn't finish your hot chocolate. No, no you had to make it, you could die if you passed out right here. No one was awake to help you. It was too early in the morning.

But you stumbled anyway and fell, instantly fainting in the middle of the road.

***This is just a horrifically exaggerated stereotype that most people agree with. Sorry if you take offence but let's be honest, us white people are kinda stupid in horror movies :)