violahnoir



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    You can’t fucking die.

    Not in the sense of you being some immortal god or anything, but in the sense that you casually wake up the next day after “dying” completely fine. “Fine” in this context means bruised, sometimes scarred, and if you’re unfortunate enough, still bleeding from certain wounds.

    You never lose limbs though luckily. You sometimes have deep cuts you have to tend to in the morning or scars from where they may have been amputated. These injuries vary and are completely random. Whether you even are hurt in the morning is all based on utter luck.

    No, you don’t know why this happens to you. At first, you had thought it was just a miracle that you got hit by a car and woke up in a hospital unscathed.

    Now that you’ve caught the attention of a certain homicidal clown, it’s become a nightmare for you.
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    Art the Clown rape fic bc i have issues and there is honestly not enough of works for him!!

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    15 Oct 2024