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I’m Considering Writing a Second Part to my Art the Clown Eyes on You One Shot

Hey guys. Just a quick post. I’m considering writing a second part to my Art the clown one shot, Eyes on You. Some of you really enjoyed it and wouldn’t mind seeing a continuation of the story. I’m not intending to make it have sexual content or romance. I’m not quite sure how to go with it. I’ve had suggestions that Art holds the reader captive for awhile. Maybe some things could be told from his perspective? I don’t know. I could use some ideas. Would any of you be willing to help a girl out? Please leave a comment, I’d very much appreciate it 🙂

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Art the Clown x Reader: Eyes on You

Summary: You work at a cafe near the Deer Hills Pizzaria. It’s Halloween night, and you go to the Pizzaria to get something to eat on your way home. You encounter a creepy looking clown. Soon you regret gaining his attention.

A/N: Hey guys. This is another idea I had for an Art the Clown one shot. This one takes place in Terrifier 2016. Reader works at a cafe a few blocks from the Deer Hills Pizzaria. It’s Halloween and reader has the night off. She goes to the Pizzaria to grab something to eat on her way home, and has the misfortune of meeting Art. Warnings: Creepy behavior from Art, stalking, mentions of Art’s murders, kidnapping, ect. As usual, this is not a romantic pairing. Art is messing with reader. I hope you like it. On a side note, I was able to get this posted before my birthday. How about that? Also for those that are curious we made my Sonic cake a day early. It turned out great and I had fun decorating it. I can post pictures if you want to see it. 🙂

It was Halloween night in Miles County. You were vary grateful to have the night off. You had some things that needed to be taken care of, and now that they were done, you decided to grab some pizza on your way home. You went inside the restaurant, and went up to the counter. “Hey, Steve.” “Oh hey, Y/N. How are you? Things going okay at the cafe?” “Oh, you know, can’t complain too much. How about you? Has it been busy here tonight?” “Eh, not really. There are a lot of parties going on, so not many customers tonight. That’s okay though. Ramon and I could use a low key night. So what can I get you? The usual?” “You got it. A slice of cheese pizza and a soda.” “Sounds good. That’ll be six dollars.” You gave him your card. “Thanks. I’ll have it out to you soon.”

You took a seat at one of the nearby booths. There were two women, one with long blonde hair, the other with black hair. You noticed she had a look of unease on her face. As you looked in front of you, a very creepy looking clown was sitting on the booth. He was dressed in a black and white clown costume. He had a white bald cap over his head, with a tiny, black hat on top of it. His face was painted white. His mouth and eyes were painted black. He wore white fingerless gloves and he had a black trash bag next to him. He was staring at the two women. He was smiling at the black haired woman. You noticed she was very uncomfortable while the blonde haired girl snickered.

You decided to try and help. You thought you should do something. You could tell she wanted his attention away from her. “Hey.” The clown looked over at you, giving you that same cold stare. It made you feel like ice was shooting down your spine. “Um…I…I just wanted to say your costume is neat.” The clown’s frown turned to an unsettling smile. “Yeah…it’s really scary. You nailed the scary clown look. You’d win a contest for sure.” The clown feigned bashfulness and waved you away as if to say, “Oh, stop it.” You didn’t help anything at all, you just got his attention on you. Great.

The blonde girl went up to the clown. “D, stop. It’s not worth it.” The black haired girl said. The other girl didn’t listen. “Excuse me, can I get a picture with you?” The clown didn’t answer he had that chilling frown on his face again. “Hello? Hellooooo?” The clown still didn’t answer her. “Okay, I’m gonna take that as a yes.” She sat in his lap and posed with him and took the picture. And just for extra insult, she booped his nose. “Thanks.” She said. She got up and left. The clown was not happy at all. His eyes followed her as she went back to the booth. Something in them made you scared. It was a look that promised something horrible was going to happen. This guy was dangerous. You decided not to engage with him anymore.

“Hey Steve, I’m really sorry to do this, but can I get my order to go?” “Sure, no problem.” You were scrolling on your phone when you heard footsteps coming toward you. It was the clown. He had a plastic ball in his hand from the machine at the front. He opened it and a ring came out. He placed the ring on your finger. “I…I…” The clown gestured to himself then you as if to say you and him were together. You became even more scared. You didn’t know what to do. You knew you didn’t want to upset him. “I’m sorry but I need to get home.” The clown wasn’t happy. “I can’t right now. Maybe next time.” The clown perked up excitedly as if to say, “Oh? Next time?” “Y…y…yeah. Next time.” The clown got excited, smiled and clapped his hands. He tipped his hat to you and went toward the back where the bathroom was. The blonde haired woman snickered while the black haired woman gave you a look of concern. “At least she got the attention away from you.” “Shut up, it’s not funny.” The black haired girl looked over at you. “Are you okay? That was really intense.” “I think so. I think I will be as soon as I get out of here and I’m home.” “Oh trust me. We’re right there with you. Once we eat our food we’re going straight home.” Steve came over with your order. “Here you go, Y/N. Sorry it took so long, we were having issues with the oven.” “It’s okay, things happen.” “Be safe out there.” “I will. Thanks, Steve.” You took the bag said bye to the girls got in your car, and drove home.

Something made you feel on edge the whole way home. For some reason, you felt like someone was after you. As you got out of your car, you felt like someone was going to jump out and grab you. That didn’t happen, but it still made you hurry inside. You turned on the light and locked the door. You breathed a sigh of relief now that you were home safe and sound. You ate your pizza, showered, and fell asleep watching TV. You woke up in the middle of the night to a breaking news alert. “This is a breaking news alert. Five people were brutally murdered. Two employees of the Deer Hills Pizzaria, as well as two young women, and the coroner. There was only one survivor. The older sister of one of the two women. Her face was mauled by the murderer. Not much is known about him other than he was a man dressed as a clown. He shot himself before he could be apprehended by police, according to the young woman. The only possible evidence for his identity is the word Art written on the bathroom wall of the Pizzaria. As a result, authorities have given him the name Art the Clown until his identity is officially revealed. Mysteriously, the deranged man’s body is missing from the coroner’s office. Authorities believe someone stole the body. Anyone with any information is urged to call the non emergency police number. We will continue to provide updates as they become available.” You turned off the TV as you felt your stomach drop. You just barely avoided being horrifically murdered by a vile man in a clown costume. You felt horrible for all of those people. They didn’t deserve what happened to them. Steve and Ramon were always friendly. At least you never had to worry about the clown again.

After several hours of tossing and turning, you got up and dressed for work. You didn’t want to go, but you needed the money. You went inside the cafe. Things were going smoothly enough at first. Until a man dressed as the clown you saw at the Pizzaria last night walked in. You felt nauseated and clammy. He looked exactly like Art the Clown. He even had the black trash bag with him. You swallowed the bile that was clawing at your throat as he came up to the counter. You did your best to put on a friendly smile. “What would you like?” The man didn’t say anything. He pointed to the picture of the chocolate pie on the menu behind you. “You want the chocolate pie?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Alright. That will be four dollars, please.” He took out money from his bag. He counted it very slowly like an old lady looking for a coupon. You were annoyed, but still remained professional smiling at him. He did eventually give you the full amount. “Thank you. I’ll bring it out to you in a minute.” Your mind was racing. He couldn’t possibly be the same clown from last night. He’s dead as far as you knew. But the resemblance was uncanny.

You had to remain calm until your coworkers showed up. You weren’t about to tell this guy you were there alone. You heated up the pie topped it with whipped cream, and brought it out to him. “Here you go, sir. Let me know if you need anything else.” The clown clapped his hands in excitement. You began to walk away. You heard the honk of a horn, a horn that clowns usually use. He was honking it excessively. “Is something wrong?” He pointed at your hand and looked disappointed. “I don’t understand.” He imitated slipping something onto one of his fingers and pointed to your finger gesturing that something was missing. “Oh. Well a clown gave me a ring last night. He was probably just doing a bit with it being Halloween and all. He did a lot of terrible things.” The clown feigned a look of shock as if to say, “Really? You don’t say.” “Yeah he brutally killed innocent people. It was horrible hearing about it on the news. Police gave him the name Art from the word that was written on the bathroom wall at the Pizzaria. He took his own life before police could apprehend him. What kind of sick bastard does that?” The clown was laughing, slapping his knee as if it was the funniest thing. “Yeah…well…I need to take care of some things.” The clown continued laughing. He shook his head and pointed to your hand and then pointed to himself as if to say he was the one who gave you the ring. He is Art. You backed away from him slowly as he continued to laugh. “Oh, fuck this shit.” You ran to the employees only area and called your boss and coworkers and explained the situation. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about them being in danger. You tried to call the police but the phone signal was lost. There was no signal on your cell phone either. “Fuck, now what do I do? I can’t stay here, but he’s out there.” You went out the back and ran to your car. The tires were slashed. You felt someone pull you against them, and something sharp poked your arm. Everything went black as you lost consciousness.

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Next Saturday is my Birthday!

Hey guys. I’m still working on that Art the Clown one shot. I think it’s been on my mind lately because I had a weird birthday dream about Art. I figured I would share it, so you have something to read 😂

So here’s what happened my family was having a 4th of July party and celebrating my birthday at the same time. Art shows up and everyone was excited. I’m of course filled with anxiety the entire time. Art did a lot of usual party clown tricks and he was actually entertaining. Then he motioned for me to go over to the table and sit down, and I do. Then he does that sinister grin. You know, the one he does before he’s about to do something fucked up. He gave me a look that said, “Do I have a surprise for you 😈” I prepared myself for the worst, but instead I heard something being sat on the table. I opened my eyes, and it was a Sonic the Hedgehog birthday cake. Art got excited and clapped his hands and everyone cheered. Then I saw Tara’s ghost. She said, “Don’t eat the cake” and that’s when I woke up. So yeah, I think I officially have Terrifier brain rot. Do I even want to know what Art put in the cake? Probably not.

There is one freaky thing though. I found a Sonic cake topper and it looks exactly like the one from my dream. Yes, I bought it. I always wanted a Sonic the Hedgehog birthday cake as a kid, but I never could have one because stores were always sold out of party supplies. But now, I’ll finally get to have the birthday cake I always wanted. Better late than never right? 😆 I promise I’ll get the one shot done eventually, y’all.

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I have another idea for an Art the Clown One Shot

Hey guys. So I’ve got another idea for another Art the Clown one shot. This one takes place in Terrifier 1 again. I was thinking reader works at the diner and Art shows up. Reader is obviously unsettled by him, but is friendly in order to remain professional. Art being Art does his usual antics and reader is kidnapped. I might even put in some of Art’s thoughts about her (not romantic) I thought it might be interesting. It’s just a work in progress idea but what do you think?

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I Didn’t Know Art the Clown wasn’t Supernatural in Terrifier 1

Another discussion post about our favorite demonic killer clown. So I actually didn’t know this at first. I thought Art was always a demonic creature which explains his superhuman durability. But that wasn’t the case in Terrifier 1. In Terrifier 1, Art is apparently just a regular mortal guy. He was surprised that he was resurrected by the demonic entity that possessed the Little Pale Girl and Vicky. So even as just a normal dude he still has a lot of physical strength and durability. He smashed Mike’s skull just by stomping on it. He was able to withstand all those injuries, the kind that would leave someone in critical condition as just a mortal man? Holy shit, that’s terrifying (no put intended) He gets stabbed repeatedly, gets the shit beat out of him by Tara, and Vicky stabs him in the foot with a nail and he gets back up like it’s nothing. And he STILL goes after her. Goddamn Art has to be one of the scariest slashers. If I had to pick a slasher to be killed by it absolutely would not be him.

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Art/DHT does look mad in this photo. This is his reaction when he’s told to stop honking the horn or he can’t have any cookies or sweets 😂

Pissed

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Did Art the Clown have Some Kind of Infatuation with Tara?

So this has been bothering me for awhile. Every time I see Terrifier 1, I can never figure out if Art has some kind of weird infatuation with Tara. When he follows Dawn and Tara in the Pizzaria, he’s staring at Tara the whole time. He starts smiling at her and making goofy faces. When Dawn goes up to Art, he doesn’t even acknowledge her. He’s just got that frown and dead look in his eyes. He ignores Dawn and Steve (the guy that gave them their pizza) when they’re talking to him and keeps staring at Tara.

I just wonder if he had something planned for Tara because when he kills her he’s not smiling. He seems disappointed that he didn’t get to play with her more. Or is it just me? Does anyone know if it’s confirmed why Art took some kind of interest in her? If he did, it would be interesting to know what his plans for Tara were. Just my thoughts.

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Has Anyone Noticed Art the Clown Likes Compliments?

So…another little detail I’ve noticed is that Art seems to like compliments. It means he has vanity. I like that. It gives him even more personally. In Terrifier 1 when Dawn jokingly calls him handsome, his eyes widen and he smiles.

In Terrifier 3 when Art puts the Santa hat on, Charles Johnson says “You look good, you’re a natural, but remember to give it back.” Art waves him away as if to say, “Oh, stop it, you.” He does it again when he has the Santa suit on. Charles says “You look good, Clowny.” Art blows a little kiss to say, “You really are too kind.” I think Art likes to feel like he looks good. As we’ve seen, he put a lot of time and effort into his makeup and costume to make sure everything is perfect. Also, while I’m pretty sure Art being offended by Mia’s comment about not wanting to have sex with him was played for laughs, it’s still funny to think he could’ve actually been offended and thinking “I put so much time and effort into my appearance and kills. Well, forget you, Mia. Just for that, you’ll die an extra horrible death.”

I still want to know what kind of foundation that man uses for his makeup. It never smudges or washes away. It’s got to take him hours to put on all that makeup. What do you guys think?

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Okay, David Howard Thornton is So Wholesome

So upon people’s recommendations, when I first saw what DHT looked like without the Art makeup and how friendly he looked, I watched interviews with him and saw some public appearances of him as Art. You guys weren’t kidding. Dude genuinely seems so sweet and down to earth, and easy to talk to. At least from what I’ve seen. It’s always the sweetie pies who play the most horrible characters in movies and TV. I really love his public appearances as Art. I love that he’s somewhat in character, but isn’t menacing or mean like Art in the movies. As someone who doesn’t like clowns, one of my favorite clips of him is at Galaxy Con where a girl wearing a ghost face mask is afraid when she sees him. She was afraid to look at him, but he was able to make her laugh and then he gave her a pat on the back to comfort her. It was so wholesome. It almost makes me think I wouldn’t pass out if I saw Art IRL because the guy playing him seems so nice. I’m glad you guys told me to check out interviews with him.

If anyone has met him, is he really as nice as he seems?

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I love seeing behind the scenes stuff like this. Especially for Terrifier 3. It helps to see them getting along so well since Santa’s death scene is so intense. The guy playing Charles Johnson acted his socks off. He was great. He succeeded in making me feel bad for his character.

Pure radiating happiness☺️

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Art the Clown x reader: Monster in the Dark Part 2

Summary: You wake up to find yourself in some kind of warehouse that was converted into a workshop. The first thing you see is the clown that drugged you.

A/N: Hey guys. I decided to write a second part to one of my Art the Clown one shots. I wasn’t sure how I wanted it to pan out so it took me awhile to get it together. It might not be as long as I was hoping. I feel like between my long work schedule and being tired all the time, I feel like it really messes with my ability to build things up. Also I’ve never written gore before so I decided to go ahead and make the drunk guy that was harassing reader dead. Art continues to mess with reader. He’s flirtatious with her, but not for romantic reasons. Things get intense. Warnings: Mentions of bodily organs, male genitalia being cut off, blood, Art himself is a warning, ect I hope you like it 🙂

You began to regain consciousness. Your eyes fluttered open. Your vision was fuzzy as things came into focus. Your head was pounding. You flinched as the light above you hurt your eyes. You tried to move, but couldn’t. As you began to regain feeling in your arms and legs. You realized you were tied down. Fortunately you were able to move your head. You looked down and realized you were tied to a chair. You looked around, and realized you were in some kind of warehouse. You hated the smell. It reeked of mildew, urine, and something rotten.

You heard something rattling to your left. Your eyes widened. You were doing the best you could not to panic. To your left was the clown. His costume had splotches of blood on it. He was tinkering with a chain. It made you nervous. He smiled when he saw you looking at him. “Where am I?” The clown batted his eyes at you as if to be coy and say “Oh, I don’t know.” He put the chain down. You noticed he had a butcher knife in his other hand. Your eyes filled with tears. He lunged at you, and you yelped. “Please don’t hurt me. Whatever I did wrong, I’m sorry. I promise if you let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I need to get home. I told my mom I was working a late shift and I would call her when I got home. She’ll worry. Please, mister clown.” You sniffled.

The clown laughed silently, and patted you on the head as if to say, “Aww, aren’t you cute.” He continued to chuckle silently and shook his head no. You could barely hold back sobs. “But…why me?” The clown lunged at you again, and you flinched. The clown mimicked your expression mocking you. That pissed you off. “It’s not funny. You’re an asshole.” The clown made an O shape with his mouth and put one of his hands over it to feign shock. He wagged his finger at you as if to say, “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t be rude.” Arrogant prick. He yanked your head back, exposing your neck, holding the blade of the butcher knife pressed against it. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I won’t be rude, just please…mister clown, at least tell me your name.” The clowns expression changed to excitement. He clapped his hands and nodded.

He pointed at the sheet hanging a few feet in front of you. “I don’t understand.” The clown held up a finger as if it say, “Wait.” He walked over to the sheet. He yanked it down and made a ta-da motion with his hands as if he was showing you a work of Art. It was the drunk man that harassed you earlier. He was tied to a chair, already dead. He was stripped down to his undershirt and boxers. There was a large pool of blood pooling at his groin area, indicating his genitals were removed. The clown pointed at it, did the itsy-bitsy motion with one of his hands and laughed. The man’s intestines were also hanging out. You screeched in horror. The man was a creep, but you didn’t want him dead.

The clown pointed at the wall. There was a message written in blood. “You’re welcome. Xoxo, Art.” He practically pranced over to you. “Art? Is that your name?” The clown nodded excitedly and patted your head again, as if it say, “Good job, you got it right.” He was so condescending. Suddenly he began ripping the tape that restrained your arms and legs. Art’s expression changed to a bone chilling frown. He held up five fingers and you got up and ran as fast as you could. You ran through several doors, and turned several corners. The tension finally released as you cried silent tears, and you felt mucus run from your nose. You wiped your face and kept running. You made to a large door. You used all your strength to push it open. You could feel the cold fresh air. This was it. You’re almost there. You managed to squeeze yourself halfway through the door before two large hands grabbed you from behind and began to pull you back. “No, no, no! Please, just let me go home!” Art threw you down to the ground. You knew there was no hope of escape now. Art didn’t look happy. Maybe this was all part of the game. ‘Sorry mom, I guess I’m not calling you tonight after all.’ You thought to yourself has tears fell from your eyes again. You heard something click behind you. There was a loud bang, you saw a white flash, and that was it.

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Another Post about Terrifier 4

Hey guys. I’m once again thinking about Terrifier 4. I thought this might be another fun discussion post. So about Art’s origins, one thing I’m really hoping they don’t do is try to give him a sympathetic backstory. Don’t get me wrong, I love complex, sympathetic villains and the stories they’re in, but when it comes to Art, I have a very hard time imagining any scenario where there was any chance at all of Art being a good person.

As we’ve seen, Art doesn’t have any morals when it comes to killing people. He’s what I like to call an equal opportunity killer in that he kills everyone regardless of age, gender ,ect He doesn’t spare anyone aside from a few rare occasions. Usually luck was on their side. It’s not enough for him to brutally kill people, he has to torture them to see how much pain someone can tolerate, and sometimes a victim’s friend or loved ones is forced to watch as they’re killed in front of them. And then he makes fun of them by mocking their reactions.

I suspect Art was always mean and viscous. I think he was the one messing with kids in school. And he’s still fucking with people now. Sometimes people don’t need a reason to be mean. Sometimes people are just mean or even evil. And if it turns out Art is just evil because it’s fun to him, I’m okay with that.

I do want to know why he chose to dress up as a clown to kill people, and if he has some kind of medical knowledge or background. As I’ve mentioned before some of Art’s weapons have parts featured that are usually associated with medical purposes like scalpels, surgical scissors, and when he has kidnapped people he seems to know just the right amount of whatever sedative he uses to subdue them. I suspect when it comes to him being a clown, instilling fear into people is part of it. He goes out of his way to look scary so people who instinctively know he’s not someone they’d be safe around. Just some things I’ve thought about.

What do you think? Do you think Art was always mean? What do you or don’t you want to see in terms of his origins?

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A Terrifier 2 One Shot: Incident at the Laundromat

Summary: Halloween is approaching in Miles County. It’s late on a Saturday night and you decided to go to the laundromat to do your laundry. As fate would have it, a man dressed as the Miles County Clown comes into the laundromat to…wash his clothes? You do the only thing you can think of; hide until he leaves. It doesn’t go as planned.

A/N: Hey guys. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this out. I’ve had a lot going on and I’ve been under a lot of stress. It’s been affecting my sleep and motivation, and I was having a really hard time writing this. I’m sorry if it’s not very good. Art comes into the laundromat while reader is finishing up her laundry. She’s on the opposite end of the enterance so Art doesn’t see her…at first. Yes, she does see him naked and she’s very unsettled by it. I mentioned to some of you I had this idea for awhile. This isn’t meant to be scary. I hope you like it. I’ll let you decide what happens to reader. Warnings: Non sexual nudity, blood, Art messing with reader, mentions of Art’s previous murders, ect.

It was 11pm on a Saturday night. Halloween was approaching which meant the weather was getting colder, and the nights were getting longer. You didn’t want to be doing laundry this late, but your work schedule didn’t allow for a better time. Normally coming to the laundromat this late didn’t bother you, but this particular night made you feel anxious for your laundry to be done so you could go home. The wind outside was very heavy. There were moments you thought the roof would be ripped right off. The lightning caused the lights to flicker. You hated thunderstorms. You yelped as you heard a loud clap of thunder and the nights went off before coming back on again. Fortunately the weather seemed to calm down after some time. Your clothes had finished drying and you began to pack them up so you could go home.

Your relief was short lived when you saw a man dressed as a clown enter. He got into the spirit of Halloween early. You moved up a couple of feet so you could get a better look at him, but crouched behind the washing machines to try and stay out of site. He was very tall, at least over six feet, and thin. Compared to your small stature, he seemed like a giant. The costume he had on was black and white. He had a white bald cap over his head with a tiny black hat on top of it. He had white face paint with black face paint around his eyes and mouth. This guy definitely nailed the scary clown look. That wasn’t all. He was carrying a large trash bag over his shoulder, and he was covered in blood? Was he hoping to scare some random people at a laundromat?

Your curiosity soon turned to terror when you heard something clank together when he placed the trash bag in the chair next to him. It sounded like metal. That’s when you realized this man looked exactly like Art the Clown, the person behind the Miles County Massacre a year ago. You remember reading about him on the internet and watching Monica Brown’s interview with Victoria Heyes, the only victim to survive the massacre. You remember that Monica Brown said that Art the Clown’s body was missing from the coroner’s office, but Victoria said that despite reports of his body missing, she saw Art shoot himself before police could apprehend him. There’s no way he’s still alive this couldn’t be him…could it?

As you continued to try and make sense of things, the look-alike reached for the zipper on the back of his suit. He was undressing himself. You became very upset as you saw he was completely naked under the suit. He removed everything but the makeup on his face. He placed his costume on the washer and sat down in one of the chairs as it started to wash his costume. But it stopped abruptly. You panicked fearing he would see you. You scurried back a few feet staying crouched behind one of the washers. If this man really was Art the Clown, you were in very real danger. You saw him playing Patty Cake with himself, and that’s when the panic set in…because he was completely silent, never saying a word.

You couldn’t call the police. He would hear you on the phone. He was pretty much right behind you, the only thing separating you was a wall and a few washing machines. You slowly rose up and realized he moved from the seat he was sitting in. You didn’t see him anywhere. He was gone. But his clothes were still in the drying cycle. You saw something out of the corner of your eye and slowly stood up again, this time to your full height. You looked behind you, and there he was still completely naked, grinning at you. His teeth were disgusting. You wondered if he ever brushed them. His right eye was missing. There was no question at that point. He is Art the Clown. You screeched. To see him up close was really upsetting and you were trying so hard not to break down into sobs. He grabbed you and began to pull you back. You screamed at him to let go, kicked and scratched. Art did eventually lose his grip, but he wasn’t angry. He pointed at you and laughed silently, and mimicked your facial expressions. He was mocking you. You wanted to tell him to fuck off, but you knew that wasn’t a good idea so you kicked him in the groin. Just as you made it to the door, you saw a white flash and everything went black.

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Art getting ready. I love how in the last picture his hands are up and he’s like, “There we go, all dressed up for a night out.” He still scares me, but I have so much respect that he takes his time with his makeup in order to look as pants shittingly terrifying as possible. Also I’ve noticed his makeup never smudges or gets washed away. I need to know what kind of foundation the man uses.

TERRIFIER damien leone, 2016

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Art, you naughty boy 😏

From the Spencer’s tiktok account

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In Terrifier 4, Do You Think We’ll see Art out of His makeup and Costume?

Hey guys. I thought this might make a fun discussion post. So Terrifier 4 is supposed to reveal Art’s origins. Something I’m wondering is will we get to see what Art looks like without his clown makeup and costume. In Terrifier 1 we only see part of Art’s face. We don’t see what he looks like. We only see that his nasty teeth are in fact not prosthetics and that his eyebrows are shaved. Do you think he looks like David Howard Thorton or someone else? I don’t think it was David putting on the makeup in Terrifier 1, but I can’t tell because the glimpse we get of Art’s face is so vague. But if they ever do show Art as a normal guy, he would almost certainly have to look like David since he plays Art, right? It’s just something I’ve wondered about. Both that scene and the scene where he’s naked at the laundromat makes me unsettled every time I see them. Part of it is because of my traumatic experience with clowns, I have a hard time recognizing that clowns are just people in costumes and because clowns have exaggerated features I expect everything about them to look horrifying (this is especially the case with Art). The other part of it is the fact that such an evil, awful person who has done deplorable things to people is a human being. That might make it worse. Anyway, are you guys curious about Art’s appearance? Let me know 🙂

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I’ve Changed my Mind about NSFW Requests for Art the Clown

Hey guys. I’m not if you remember awhile back I said I was open to taking requests for Art the clown. I said I might consider taking NSFW requests. Well after giving it some thought I’ve decided I don’t feel comfortable writing NSFW stuff for Art for 2 reasons. I’m not attracted to Art at all so writing smut for him would be too difficult. The other reason is realistically (which seems very unlikely since I don’t think Art is interested in sex) the only way I could see Art in an NSFW situation is if rape/non con is involved. I don’t think he’s capable of loving anyone. And IF he ever DID sexually assault or abuse someone, it probably wouldn’t be for sexual gratification. It would be only because it’s a way for him to terrify, hurt and humiliate them, and the hurt and terror he’s causing someone is how he gets his rocks off. It’s upsetting for me to think about. This isn’t a call out post for anyone who writes NSFW stuff for Art. People can write whatever they want. I’m just saying I personally don’t feel comfortable writing it for Art. I hope you understand and I hope you’ll keep reading my one shots as I post them 😊 ❤️