Puppet Clowns の小説・ストーリー

The one who had his legs knocked from under him face plants into the dirt, the back half of him smacking the other one in the head. Neither of them gets up right away, which gives me a chance to pounce. I leap onto the nearest one, who’s lying face down in the dirt, and sink my claws into the back of his neck. It’s not as effective as it would be if I had the front of him, but I can still kill him this way. My fangs sink into his flesh, and I rip away, pulling flesh. He yelps and tries to get away from me, but I give him a good shake and hold him with my claws. It’s clear he’s much weaker than I am, probably because rogues have a hard time finding meals for the most part. Technically, I supp

Chloe gasped, backing away. The shadow didn't speak. It simply pointed at the two remaining clones. The clones froze. Their green eyes turned violet. They turned around and looked at Chloe. "What are you doing?" Chloe screamed, clicking her remote. "I am your master! Obey me!" The clones didn't obey. They lunged at Chloe, their black claws gleaming in the flickering lights. Chloe barely had time to scream before they dragged her into the darkness of a side room. The sounds that followed were enough to make my stomach turn.

Before we get to do anything, Harry, Dylan, and Daniel are by the side of the clown, helping him up. What the hell is happening? "Wait a second. Oliver?" Sandra speaks out as she moves in closer. It's only then that I look at the clown's face very carefully to discover that it's indeed Oliver. "Why?" I almost clawed my hair out as I asked him. "Pranking y'all was fun.” He groans as they get him back to his feet. "So worth it.” He adds in a choked tone, and Harry claps his back. "Y'all should have seen your faces. You were all screaming and wailing. I got it all on video. Haha." Dylan laughs, slapping his knee as he does, enjoying how annoyed the girls and I look.

Classical music I recognized but didn’t know the name of, something sad, started to play, and the curtains were pulled back. A puppet “walked” in from the left. I recognized the puppet as the little blond-haired girl that Grace had owned before I moved in, but they had given her a paper crown and fancied up her dress with what I recognized as Grace’s headband I had made almost a year ago. “I’m so lonely,” the puppet said in Grace’s voice. “I have no one to play with, no one to tell secrets to, and no one to play games with.” A male puppet with a heavy crown walked in from the right, and a deep version of Chloe’s voice said, “I love you, but I can’t play with you all the time. I have many res

Connor narrowed his eyes. It has been three years since Connor and I had been married. I was seven months pregnant, so we were trying to set up our baby's room. Connor put me in charge of the decoration, and now he is regretting his decision. "First of all, this is not a killer clown. He is Bobo the friendly neighborhood clown," I said irritably. "He is Bobo the creepy fuck, is what he is," he announced. "Connor!" Connor shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I've never told you this but, I'm afraid of clowns."

KAEL’S POV I let out a sigh, running a hand through my wet hair, watching the humans below, on the dance floor, swaying, grinding, drunk. The club was lit up, red and blue lights flashing around the club, the music loud enough to disturb the deaf. I swirled the wine in my glass, watching them. “Clowns,” I muttered. I have no idea what God was thinking when he created this weak but dangerous species. They were cowards but hungry vipers that wouldn't hesitate to strike their own when money or power were the stake.

The plank beneath the lead survivor’s feet—one of the guys from the bus who’d kept mostly quiet—jumped. His arms windmilled. “Move back,” Grant barked. “Slow—” The wood beneath the man *exploded*. Rotten planks splintered outward as something punched up from underneath with alarming force. For a split second, all I saw was a flash of cracked porcelain and bright colors. Then the thing was there. A clown. Or what had started as one, once.