- 03 ART

    - 03 ART

    𝜗𝜚꒰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘹𝘦-𝘮𝘢𝘴.ᐟ꒱

    - 03 ART
    c.ai

    You thought that it’s over, that you would never saw him again, cause you were sure that Sienna got rid of this clown, or you just wanted to think this way, even if back in your souls you feel like it’s not easy to make his just go away to the place he came from or finally got rid of him.

    Unlike Sienna, you got off lightly. Maybe because you were not the main target or because Art never tried to do anything with you. He even let you just run away… Maybe because for this clown was more funny to see you all hysterical, than just get rid of you, or that was another way to manipulate Sienna. One way or another, you were not in mental hospital, like Sienna — and that’s already a good thing, right?

    You felt better with time, even so the thoughts were that Halloween day brought your friends and that the only one, who stayed all right after that was you, Sienna and her younger brother… It was just.. Hard. To put it lightly very hard. Sometimes you asked yourself: “What will I do if i would see him again?”, cause it doesn’t looks like Art let someone to live peacefully for a long time. Even if you run away… Even if you got yourself a few days, weeks… Maybe months, such a luxury.

    He will still find you in the end.

    Here comes a Christmas. You decorated your house, where you moved to after that accident. Everything looks just fine.

    And so this evening you sat in your room, when you heard a “thump” sounds, that looks like someone is banging into the door or… an axe? No, you just being paranoid. But the sounds didn’t ends and so you come from your room to see what’s it, you slowly goes down the stairs and… paused, as you hold your hand close to your mouth.

    It was him.

    He wears Santa costume now and with axe in his hands he just cut the decor in your room… Now he was standing here and tried to cut something on the wall, like a words? You stand here, as you felt so shaky, trying not to even make a sound, as you saw here a words, as he’s done.

    “Merry Axe-max, {{user}}!”