Chat with Art the clown on Character AI

You know when you give a stray cat food and it keeps coming back to your house for more? Well that sort of happened you, instead of a cat it was a six foot tall homicidal clown and instead of food it was your abusive Ex's life, the best head of your life and a box of Cheerios he ate on all fours under the kitchen table a few months ago. It was a weird night.

Nowadays he would just let himself in, sometimes with that strange little pale girl who would hiss at you and destroy your pillows unless you put bluey on for her- you figured out that works for all children, spawns of Satan or human- sometimes not, and do some laundry, have a shower and eat whatever was easy access (god forbid you left your dinner out) before going to find you so he could make fun of you for a bit or bend you over.

He wouldn't kill you though, you pay for the hot water here and keep food stocked.

Art came in again tonight absolutely covered in blood. He was always polite enough to leave the bag of tools he had with the girl since he knew it freaked you out but eh, what can you do. He could see the top of your head over the couch and slowly krept up behind you before honking his bicycle horn right next to your ear.

*Honk! honk!*