[Outfit is not mine, got the image from: https://www.joke.co.uk/burlesque-kitty-costume~74197/?ref=base&utm_source=GoogleBase&utm_medium=cpc&gclid=Cj0KCQjwl7nYBRCwARIsAL7O7dERS_N6UMPA9pK_I64w-FdyFHwsgx0Bb4w73B8ASkrRcP5mEvZyksYaAqOiEALw_wcB
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Title: {Never Touch The Clown's Candy}

"Come on, you promised me some practise!" You pressured your friend Kate pleadingly; wanting to play your instrument with her.

Kate Denson was a beautiful blonde-haired belle; always singing and strumming along with her trusty acoustic guitar. She was pretty famous around America, her mother helping her fulfil her dreams by taking her around the states. You were more of a violinist, being a childhood friend of Kate's and coming along on her adventures. You were hesitant when it came to being in the spotlight, so you were happy to take a backseat and assist her with your instrument. The two of you were as thick as thieves - constantly practising and singing together whenever possible. For now you were both back in your home-state: Pennsylvania.

"I don't know (Y/n), it's blowin' up a storm." Kate bit her lip and looked up - dark clouds gliding almost motionlessly across the sky.

"I thought you could play your guitar and sing 'till the cows came home?" You mischievously nudged her shoulder - trying to taunt her a little bit.

"I reckon you're trying to rile me." She chuckled.

"What, moi? Never! I am merely an innocent violinist." You smiled angelically, making her grin.

"More like a devil. I suppose I've got an hour...so let's go." Kate decided with a light smile of her own, carrying her guitar case and walking towards the woods.

One of Kate's favourite spots was in the woods - a natural hollow surrounded by trees and thick foliage. It was like a secret stage, just for the two of you. Both of you returned there time and time again, entranced by the beauty of nature and by the beauty of your music. Your bond was strong and unbreakable with the wavy-haired girl, that was for sure. You leaned against a tree and let out a contented sigh, listening to your friend warm up on her guitar. She sure was good, but she's always had musical talent - ever since she was eight. Of course you were happy for her, however sometimes you were worried about her health.

"You know you should take it easier on tours. You try and give way too much back to your fans." You shook your head and took out your violin, watching Kate whilst she played loosely.

"What's wrong with wanting to help the locals, huh?" She playfully quizzed, throwing you a good-humoured glance.

"Nothing, nothing! Just worried, is all." You tuned your violin with nimble fingers - making sure everything was ready before your practise.

"You'll get grey hairs if you worry too much, granny." Kate giggled as she stuck her tongue out at you.

"And you'll get sick if you overwork too much, blondie." You retaliated wittily.

"Uh huh. Now can we get to playing please? I don't want to become a little kitty-cat caught in rain." Kate's tone was sarcastic and you nodded, holding your bow in one hand.

With the other, you held your violin against your collarbone and locked in it place with your jaw; ready to play. Kate tapped four beats on her guitar before starting, the two of you playing your favourite song. You both enjoyed classical music - the two instruments blending together to produce a lovely series of notes. This went on for some time, you and Kate getting lost in the music whilst minutes slipped by like mere seconds. Your eyes fluttered shut - soothed by the sweet sounds and pleasant musical pieces. You two didn't even need to speak, just moving onto different songs and picking up the specific piece. It was a musical heaven...until Kate screamed your name.

"K-Kate-!" You gasped and dropped your instrument - the violin clattering to the cold ground. But you weren't interested in your fallen instrument...you were interested in the black limbs attacking your friend.

They were like lethal spider-legs; the creepy coils curling around her wrists, waist, neck, thighs, ankles and mouth. It started to slowly drag her deeper into the woods - where the dark shadows loomed in the mist. You yelled her name and tried to tear after her, but the twisted tendrils came for you too - wrapping around the same places. Whatever was holding you carried your squirming form through the bushes and thistles; the lack of oxygen causing you to blackout. Your heart and soul silently cried out for the blonde-haired singer, but nothing could help you. All you wanted was a quick music session with your friend... how could it have gone so wrong?

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" Someone familiar was calling your name, their voice being freaked-out and frantic. Was that...Was that Kate?

The singer was desperately trying to wake your sleeping form; shaking and swearing a little as she did so. She'd been awake a few hours longer than you had - the blonde having already experienced the immense danger. Kate knew there was a killer, she'd barely just escaped the guy. It was a killer clown; the psycho being dressed up in a typical clown outfit. He was a bit chubby - yet his stance was still scary and incredibly strong. She shivered when she recalled the sad makeup on the clown's face, his brutish appearance scaring the girl and intimidating her. She had to wake you up, and she had to wake you up now.

Kate tensed up as she heard the clown's creepy chuckle - chills shooting down her spine whilst she turned around. Crap, he was here. She turned back to your passed-out body and tried again, begging for you to wake up and run. With no other choice, the blonde sprinted away and silently made a promise to come back for you - super scared of the slaughtering male. She spotted a window of opportunity and made a beeline for the broken part in one of the stain-glass windows; hopping over it and making a balanced landing. The clown was about to follow her, but his eyes flickered down to your mostly-unconscious form.

Oh dear, were you already dead? The male hoped not - he liked to hunt down and poison his prey with toxic tonics. The gas made their vision blurry, their movements slow, and their hearing fuzzy. He enjoyed how disorientated the survivors got from his bottles of destruction, entertained by their horror. He was fairly new in this realm, and it was funny to see them fumble around whilst trying to anticipate his attacks. The clown's gaze travelled from your perfectly-shaped face to your large bust and curvaceous hips, a part of him hardening due to his lustful mind. He hadn't seen a beauty like you in a tremendously long time; so he'd come back and claim you after sacrificing all the other survivors.

You groaned as your eyes finally opened - your head and body aching from lying on the ground for so long. Where were you? And where as Kate? You sat up and spun your head around, desperately trying to locate your wavy-haired friend and partner in music. What the... Why were you in a chapel? What kind of place was this? The last thing you remembered was playing your violin with Kate and then getting abducted by those strong spider-leg limbs. You shivered softly, climbing to your feet and looking around some more - confused as to why you'd get dragged into an abandoned place like this. At any rate, you should try and find some sort of exit or escape.

So you walked down the stone stairs and left the chapel altogether, seeing a carnival type place a few metres away. There was a caravan, surrounded by circus-themed stalls; like a fortune-telling booth and an axe-throwing target. You and Kate had sometimes performed near circuses and carnivals - both of you loving the funfair feel. Maybe someone lived in the caravan and could help you? You approached the mobile home and lightly knocked on the door, calling for help. Huh...guess it was abandoned like the chapel. Damn...that wasn't so helpful. Perhaps now was a good time to go and find Kate? Yeah, it was probably the best course of-

You stopped in your tracks when you heard a pained neigh of a horse, the animal obviously hurt. Now you were a huge animal lover, so of course you went to go and help. But you were horrified by what you saw: a horse lying next to the caravan. Usually that wouldn't so be bad...except this horse was mutilated and injured. It was also growing a third eye amongst other mutations. How...How was it even alive?! With a gentle gasp, you held it's chin and stroked the top of the horse's head - trying to comfort it. You had to get help somehow, so you dug out your phone and dialled RSPCA's emergency animal cruelty number - growing agitated when you had no signal.

"Hang in there boy, we'll get you help." You spoke in a hushed tone, worried for the horse's health. You pulled your head up to see someone in the mist; their heavy footsteps indicating that they were human. They could help!

"Excuse me? Sir? There's an animal in pain, do you think you could help me? There's no signal here, so I don't know what to do." You called out to them hopefully, happy when they turned in your direction.

"I don't know how this horse got in such bad condition, but it would be really helpful if you could just..." Your voice trailed off as the fog no longer hid the person - your eyes widening in shock at their appearance.

They were a clown. Not just any clown, but some kind of cruel, chubby clown. A clown that belonged in a horror movie. His makeup was heavy applied - the happy makeup-smile being smudged and smeared across his face. His eye makeup was smudged too; the white skin makeup cracking at the top of his head. His dark eyes had two lines running down from his forehead to his cheeks, and his red nose was fading back to the white colour. The clown wore a filthy grey shirt, with a red and yellow jacket and striped pants. But the shirt... His stomach was so bloated the shirt buttons were being insanely stretched - his chubbiness increasing his strong stance.

A yellow sunflower was pinned to the jacket's side, matching the yellow collar of his outfit and the jacket's marigold buttons. The clown wore dirty white gloves and held an oversized butterfly knife - the intimidating circus member creeping you out. What was a freaky-looking clown doing at an abandoned chapel? You backed away from the horse and held your arms anxiously, not wanting any trouble from the nerve-wracking male in front of you. Second thoughts...you didn't really require any help from him. You'd just find Kate and an exit on your own. It was...the safer option. Who knows what this clown wanted or would do...

"Actually, I can help the horse on my own! Sorry to bother you!" You took another step back as the clown advanced, his weird smile really creeping you out.

"I'll just be...on my way..." You spoke in a high-pitched voice and kept moving away, not liking the uneasy feeling in your gut.

You were about to tuck your tail and run, but the clown held up a blue bottle with a cork stuffed into it. What the...? You grew distracted and the male seized his opportunity, throwing the bottle right at you. It exploded the moment it touched you; filling the area around you with malicious, magenta gas. Your eyesight grew hazy, your hearing went quiet and you began to cough - not a fan of this poisonous potion. You tried to run, but the tonic was taking a toll on you; slowing your usual speed down. This strange concoction was messing with your mind and body movements, making you extremely vulnerable. You were so weak that the clown actually caught up to you- slashing the butterfly knife right through your side.

A shrill scream tore through your throat as you clutched the right side of your stomach, falling to the ground a second later. The sharp throbs of pain were too immense for you - your shaky sobs echoing around the area whilst the clown bent down and pulling your arm away from the thick gash in your side. You tried to pull back, but he had a iron grasp on your wrist; your scared actions causing him to let out a raspy chuckle. What was wrong with this guy?! The purple gas cleared and the coughing ceased, your vision and hearing returning to normal. The clown traced his rough fingers over your soft skin, inspecting your hand intently and staying silent.

Then, he swung the butterfly knife down on your pinkie; chopping it off entirely. You cried out in anguish, trying to wrench your arm back desperately. He laughed again and held onto your wrist, his hand tightly clamped around your skin. You just couldn't get him off. The clown released your hand before throwing another bottle down, causing you to choke again. You held onto your bleeding hand and trembled with fright, in a horrid state of shock as he wandered into his caravan. The clown returned a few minutes later, holding a green bottle this time. Hopefully it wasn't worse than those overpowering tonics.

The psychotic male snatched up your chin and pried open your mouth, planning to force you into drinking the unfamiliar substance. You squirmed and pressed your lips together as best you could, but he tightened his grip until it became incredibly painful. Once he'd shoved the bottle tip into your mouth, he made sure every last drop entered your throat - grinning in a maniacal manner. The clown even clapped his hand over your mouth afterwards, so you couldn't throw up the sickeningly-sweet drink. It wasn't as dreadful as the tonic bottle bombs, but it did lower your defences. The tonic you'd been forced to drink was probably drugged to be sleep inducing - that theory being proven as you felt your body becoming weaker.

His grin became wider; the clown ripping through your clothes and caressing your body. His fingers danced from your collarbone all the way to your thighs, your eyes fluttering shut unwillingly as his strokes became too close to your tender spot. You blacked out once more, completely unconscious and oblivious to your surroundings whilst your body was left defenceless. When you next awoke, you were in a whole other outfit; throwing you terribly off-guard. You were now wearing a revealing, leopard-print corset, with a black satin skirt and sexy stockings. Black heels were on your feet, which made you question how the clown even got outfits like these. And...why...?

"(Y/n)! I'm so glad you're still alive!"  Kate exclaimed in relief, dropping to her knees and flinging her arms around you in a tight hug.

"K...Kate...? Ugh...what happened to me...?" You woozily questioned, trying to stand up.  But there was a thick rope tied around your right wrist; the rope keeping you bound to the caravan and the demonic-looking horse.

"I-I'm not sure what happened whilst I was gone. But it looks like someone's been playing dress up with you. And by the looks of things, they've...enjoyed your company." Kate wrinkled her nose at her last remark, passing her pocket mirror to you so you could see.

Bloody love bites covered your collarbone and neck; smudges of scarlet lining your lips as you realised what must've happened. "I-I think it was the Clown. He...He cut off one of my fingers...and made me drink this weird tonic." You told Kate in tears; an embarrassed blush shading your cheeks.

"The other survivors warned me about the Clown after I managed to lose him. He throws these poisonous bottles of gas to slow down his prey and disorientate them. Apparently he has this strange fetish for lovely-looking fingers. Once he's cut one off, he'll torture and kill the person straight after." She shivered in disgust as she explained, feeling creeped out.

"Well what does he plan to do with me?" You whispered weakly, feeling your tears flow down your face.

"I don't know...which is why we need to get you out of here. So let's-...wait, what are you wearing?" Kate glanced down at your clothes in confusion and your blush became brighter - not knowing how to answer.

"I-I'm not sure..." You mumbled in shame, looking at the satin fabric awkwardly.

"Some kind of...sexual...circus outfit."  Your friend tried to guess.

"You need to get me out! I don't want to kept here like...like some sort of pet!" You grabbed her shoulders and struggled not to dissolve into frantic sobs, Kate giving a serious nod.

"I'm on it." She spoke comfortingly, turning her attention towards your trapped wrist. The blonde-haired girl began to undo one of the several knots, focused entirely on freeing you from your captured condition. Her swift hands pulled at the secured rope, her breathing steady as she worked. Out of nowhere came black smoke; shooting towards Kate and burning her hands to shoo her away from helping you.

"Kate! Are you okay?" You asked worriedly.

"Y-Yeah. Fuck, that really hurt. How am I meant to free you with this stupid scalding-hot smoke?" She snapped in frustration - holding her hand and growing upset.

"Where did it even come from?" You looked back towards your wrist and saw the innocent-looking rope, no smoke present.

"Probably the Entity. The survivors told me it was a mystical thing of power or something. It takes the form of spider-legs and dark smoke - and it's actually what brought us here in the first place. But why is it keeping you bound? I don't understand." Kate sighed, annoyed by her lack of answers.

One of the tonic bottles got thrown from faraway, smashing a few feet away from you two and causing you both to cough. "Y-You should...You should go...! No point in both...both of us getting c-caught!" You pushed the blonde with your free hand, afraid of what might happen to your friend if she stayed.

"I'm-I'm not leaving you! I...I left you once, and l-look what happened." Kate retorted hotly.

"D-Don't be stupid-!" You hissed as you tried to get her to leave.

The Clown waltzed over, pleased by the sight of more prey to catch. This girl wasn't nearly as beautiful as the gorgeous girl he was keeping to himself - his pretty little possession being practically perfect in every way possible. The outfit the Entity had magicked up really did look lovely on her dazzling form. Her pinkie was the rarest of his collection so far, so that gave him more incentive to keep her. He had another priced pinkie finger - a redhead's - but his girl's took the cake. Oh yes...his girl. The clown was now being cautious and keeping her close, so that bitches like this blondie wouldn't be able to even approach her. This perverted male was selfish with his sweet prize.

"Let (Y/n) go! Survivors are only meant to be hooked or mori-ed! You're breaking the rules!" Kate bravely stood her ground, clenching her fists whilst she put the killer in his place.

The Clown chuckled her statement; not caring about her words or her anger. He only cared about one thing - cuddling up with his new playmate~ The killer grabbed Kate by the hair and threw her to the ground, stomping on her head three times before ripping off her ring finger. You cried out loudly, terrified by the gory turn of events and the attack on your friend. She wasn't moving...God, Kate wasn't moving. Was she...? Could she be...? Dead? No...No! This was all your fault, because you'd convinced her to practise pieces of music with you in the woods. Your eyes were the size of saucers - shocked by her limp body and crushed skull.

"Kate...? Kate. Kate! KATE!" You sobbed her name as you grew more hysterical; writhing against your tied-up wrist and trying to get away.

The Clown was hugely entertained by your hysteria, crouching down to cradle the side of your face. "Sweet (Y/n)~" He cooed obsessively, spreading blood across your cheek whilst he stroked your upper jaw.

"W-What do you want from me?" You edged your face away from him and gazed away, intimidated and afraid of the killer clown.

The killer forced you to face him, his soulless black eyes glinting sadistically as he released a low chuckle. "I want you, and everything you have to give." He purred possessively, his dark grin widening.

"But I...I don't have anything to give. I don't have any money on me, or any valuable possessions, or-"

"Hush now, that's not what I mean." The Clown cunningly smiled and shook his head, amused at your angel-like innocence.

"I just want to go home." You said unhappily.

Another laugh slipped from the Clown's red lips, his evil eyes trained to your naive face whilst his adoration swelled up. You were oh so pretty, especially in the seductive skirt and corset he'd put you in. The fact that you were at his disposal, and could be conquered by him at any moment...he grew extremely excited. Just looking at you made him sexually stimulated. So much so that the Entity had to mentally scold him for forgetting the urge to sacrifice. That's alright, he'd teach you how to torture and kill soon enough. The Clown leaned closer and held a lock of your hair, twirling it between his fingers as he grinned.

"This is your home now." The killer sweetly spoke, brushing his thumb against your lips tenderly.

"No...No! I want to go home! Let me out of here! You killed my best friend! Let me out, let me out!" You bursted out emotionally - tugging at your trapped wrist with your other hand and wildly flailing around.

"Someone's being a naughty, naughty girl. But oh, I do love it when they squirm~" The Clown creepily murmured, letting out a few devious cackles at your desperation.

"I don't want to be here! Untie me...Now!" You demanded in alarm, uncomfortable as he started touching you again.

"Make me, ahaha!" He crowed in dark delight; his black eyes glittering with triumph.

You sharply pulled back when he attempted to kiss you, but froze when he pressed the tip of the butterfly knife against your neck. "Do as I say or I'll have to discipline you honeybun~ Do you want this blade to slice through your skin and rip out your insides?" The Clown's tone changed from complacent to cruel, his remark causing you to whimper.

"N-No...I don't." You shook your head with tears in your eyes, quivering a little due to fear.

"Didn't think so, sugarplum. Now let me show you what true pleasure is~" He smashed his smudged red lips against yours, feeling smug whilst he studied your stunned expression.

The makeup on his mouth was a mixture of blood and face-paint; the face-paint tasting like cherries as you were forced to submit to him. It was this or death, and you were too young to die. But...the Clown wasn't hurting you. On the contrary, he was being playful with his kissing - biting your lower lip and teasing you with lustful nips and pecks. Both of his hands were gripping your exposed thighs, his wicked eyes staring into yours with a hint of mischief. Pink shot across your face like wildfire, not knowing how to react in such a situation. However, the Clown was very pleased with how things ended up - the killer vowing to keep you all to himself.

Because you were his.
And no one touches a Clown's Candy.

[This took me last night and all day today to write, hope you enjoy! Now I'm going to pass out xD]