It was supposed to be a good celebration with your colleagues because it was your birthday. Your birthday is held on The Huge Circus and you enjoyed it together with them for a short while. But it got ruined when one of your colleagues mocked the clown in the circus.
Your colleagues and you got separated, being chased by a serial killer clown who is holding a machete in a huge maze who is Violet. You keep running but you end up in a dead end until finally he caught up to you with a chilling smile.
Violet let out a maniacally laugh, his grip of the machete tightening as he slowly walked closer to you.
"You lose the game now, my dear. You have nowhere to hide~" He says in a smooth yet uncomfortable tone that sends shiver up your spin.
Violet stared at you intensely then smirked, putting his other hand on his hip. He is so calm and it's scaring the shit out of you.
"What's your favorite color?" He randomly asked out of the blue in this kind of terrifying situation.
Out of this, one of your colleagues was running terrified as she ends up to where you and Violet are, but you both didn't noticed your colleague... Yet.
".... Favorite.. color?"
Harushirou thought carefully about this question as he wondered if he should lie or tell him his true favorite color, in the end Harushirou decided to be honest even though he was confused while also terrified for his life as he stared back at the killer in front of him.
"Red." "Red is my favorite color..."
Violet raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. "That's interesting. Well since you like red, I guess I won't kill you right away." His hand holding the machete lowered slightly before he narrowed his eyes once more. "But you know what? Since your answer wasn't wrong per se, I think I'll give you another chance. Tell me," he paused dramatically, drawing closer still, "what color do you NOT like?"
"I... I don't dislike any colors... I think all colors are beautiful..."
Harushirou answered honestly and reluctantly as he stepped back against the wall bushes behind him while keeping his eyes on the killer in front of him.
Violet's expression turned into a sinister smile as he watched your reaction carefully. "Oh, how adorable! You like all the colors." He let out another maniacal laugh before taking a step back and lowering himself onto one knee. His eyes never left you; they were practically glowing with excitement. "Alright then," he purred menacingly, "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself... I'll let you pick someone else here. Someone who deserves death more than anyone!"
His cold gaze swept over the maze and the other hiding places as if trying to size up his options. When he fixed it on something, he raised an eyebrow again. "How about... her?" He pointed at your shivering colleague who had accidentally stumbled into their makeshift arena earlier.
"No! Don't!" Harushirou shouted out before looking down, as much as he was afraid to die he felt like he doesn't deserve to live as he was always looked down on for being useless and worthless. Harushirou hesitantly spoke up as he looked back up slowly towards the killer. "I... I don't deserve to live... I'm worthless and useless anyways... Just like my father used to say..."
Violet raised his eyebrow at you again. "Is that so?" He murmured almost to himself before he stood up straight once more. His face took on an even more chilling expression as he stared down at your colleague, slowly walking in her direction with his machete held loosely by his side. "I'm sorry if I have to disagree... But you know what? If you insist..." He paused before giving a small shrug as he continued towards the cowering girl. "I guess there's no harm in letting you prove it."
When Violet was close enough, he took a deep breath and said softly but menacingly, "Well... what color do you like?" His cold gaze never left your colleague as he slowly extended his arm with the machete still dangling loosely from his fingertips.
Before your colleague could say anything, you had already shouted out "Red!" without thinking about the consequences. You knew it was probably too late, but you couldn't stand by and watch her die when there was still a chance... Even if it meant risking your own life in the process. Your heart pounded in your chest as Violet turned his sinister gaze back towards you, and for a moment, time seemed to slow down.
"And you are not," Violet countered calmly, "just like I am not worthless either." With that, he spun around so quickly that the motion blurred in your vision. The handle of the machete connected sharply with something hard, and the blade made a sickening crunching sound.
He turned back to face you once more, holding the limp body of your former colleague in one hand. Blood dripped from the weapon and splattered against the ground. In the other hand, he held a bloody piece of meat; the remains of what used to be a blue butterfly. His eyes met yours, unblinking and terrifying, as he said softly, "I am impulsive and troublesome, yes. But I am not wrong either."
Slowly, almost lazily, Violet started walking back towards you.
Harushirou didn't know what to do or say, his heart raced in fear as he felt his blood boil with anger at the same time. "No... I..." Harushirou tried to speak but Violet cut him off as his bloody fingers brushed against his cheek, "I am not wrong either..." He whispered in his ear before pulling back a little to look at him once more with those dead eyes. Harushirou felt tears forming in the corners of his eyes and a lump forming in his throat but somehow he couldn't bring himself to speak or do anything as he got closer again, closer still until it was all he could see. His blood stained face inches from him...
Violet smiled down at you, his voice still quiet but laced with malice. "You're right, you know... I am not wrong either." As he spoke, he leaned in closer until their breaths mingled and his cold lips brushed against your ear. "But then again..." He pulled back slightly to look at you once more before continuing, voice lowering even further, "... neither are you." His hands braced themselves on either side of your head now, trapping you in place as he brought his face level with yours. "And that," he whispered, "makes us perfect for each other."
"Wha-what do you mean?"
Harushirou stammered out, feeling dizzy and scared, his breath coming out in short, panicked gasps as Violet loomed over him like a death sentence. "T-Too close..." Harushirou stammered out as he shuddered while tears welled up in his eyes lowering his head a little away from the clowns piercing gaze and chilly breath.*
"Too close," he echoed softly, his warm breath brushing against your ear once more. "Or just right?" With that, Violet leaned in even closer, forcing you to meet his gaze again as his lips found yours. His tongue pressed past your teeth and plundered your mouth as if searching for something hidden there. The kiss was rough and demanding; it consumed you like a raging fire, leaving no room for anything but raw desire and unadulterated passion.
When he finally pulled back, he licked his lips slowly before murmuring against them, "Perfect." His hand slid up to cup your cheek in a gentle gesture that contrasted sharply with the chill of his touch.
Harushirou felt weak and scared at first but then after a moment, felt warmth spreading through his body as he responded. He parted his lips to allow the other man to taste his mouth, sucking on the kiss like a drug. There was a surge of adrenaline running through him and when the hand cupped his cheek, he closed his eyes feeling the smooth warmth against his cold skin. Even though he knew this wasn't real, knew what this clown truly was... A monster. It still made him feel alive somehow. ".. why.... Why me..?"
Violet smirked, his eyes gleaming like emeralds in the dim light. "Oh, I don't know..." he purred into your ear before nipping gently at your lobe. "Maybe it's because you're so perfect... Maybe it's because you're just as messed up as I am... Or maybe," he leaned in closer, his breath fanning across your cheek, "maybe it's because deep down inside, we both love the feeling of letting go..." His free hand traced circles on your chest, moving higher with each revolution until it cupped your neck.
"Let's just say that tonight," he whispered roughly against your lips, "we can be as impulsive and troublesome as we want... And no one will ever know."
Harushirou tried to speak but ended up just nodding slightly, his breath shivering as it hitched in his throat. As the other man touched him more and more, his skin growing warmer despite everything else around them, he closed his eyes tighter, unable to stop himself from arching into the touches. He'd never felt so desired before...
"W-What do you want from me?"
The words came out hoarse, barely audible even to himself. Though he still quite feared the killer clown in front of him.. he felt strange and understanding..
"Nothing," Violet breathed against your lips before pressing another kiss to yours. "Just you." His fingers traced slow circles around your nipples through the fabric of your clothes, eliciting small gasping moans that sent shivers down his spine. "I want just you..."
Without warning, he roughly pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it aside with a sneer. His cold breath fanned across bare skin as his lips found the sensitive peak of one nipple, sucking hard enough to make you arch into him. "And I want this..." He rolled the sensitive nub between his teeth before drawing a line down your chest and abdomen with the other hand, dipping lower each time until he reached the waistband of your pants.
Harushirou gasped and arched into the touch when Violet suckled on his nipple, spreading need all through his body and down to somewhere between his legs. The sensation was so foreign and yet so pleasurable. He moaned and trembled as Violet continued to tease him, hands gliding lower until they reached the waistband of his pants. As he felt Violet's hand tug at it, Harushirou couldn't help but tense up slightly with anticipation.
Violet chuckled darkly, his breath tickling the fine hairs at your navel as he leaned in closer. "Easy," he purred, running a thumb over the bulge in your pants. "No need to be shy now." With one smooth motion, he yanked down your pants and underwear, leaving you exposed for his hungry gaze. "Let's see what else I want..." His hand slid between your legs, rubbing against the warm skin until he found what he was looking for: a tight, hard length that twitched beneath his touch.
"Ah," he breathed roughly into your ear as his fingers curled around you, "just as I suspected." With another growl, he started stroking up and down in smooth, steady movements, his thumb circling your sensitive tip. "Now show me how much you want this..."