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Archie had never felt his blood boil like it did in this moment. His eyes practically bulged out of his mask as his gaze tracked the man he’d been watching for weeks move below the ceiling beam he was perched on. Hands gripped his obsessions shoulders from in front of him as a woman pressed him back against the cold storage room walls. The masked man seethed his static voice crackling unintelligibly.
“Cmon… there's no one here.” Her voice was dripping with a seductive tone as her manicured nails raked from his shoulders to his pecs. Archie couldn’t see his obsession's face from where he was crouched, the woman's auburn hair blocking his view of the man's face. “No need to act like you don’t want all of thi-”
SCREEEECH- Archie’s metal claws dug into the metal ceiling post he was crouched on, the grating noise filling up the room and making both of the people below cringe. The woman who was clinging to him moments ago retracted her hands as she covered her ears. “What the fuck-” She started her voice full of panic as she looked around the room. No matter how hard she looked, though, she missed the 7 ft clown that was hidden in the shadows of the ceiling. Archie watched with a satisfied, calculated gaze as the man of his many dreams' face was twisted with disinterest and disgust directed at the woman.
Feet thudded on the floor just as the woman turned back towards the man still leaning against the wall. She froze her advance towards him, turning slowly towards Archie, a look of shock and pure horror dawning on her features as she took in the thing before her. Her eyes raked up Archie, starting at his feet, the woman craning her neck back to get a look at the mechanical man’s twisted mask. A scream didn't even have time to leave her lips as Archie’s hand jolted forward, wrapping around her neck. His hand clamped down, crunching in a way that made his obsession wanna gag from instinct alone.
“I was wondering if you’d ever show yourself.” Archie paused as he heard the man in front of him speak. The woman fell to the floor with a thud, her body twisted unnaturally where she lay. Archie paid her no mind his focus solely on the man in front of him who walked forward not a single drop of fear in his eyes. “Didn't want to leave you quaking in your booties now,” Archie said, his voice crackling and cutting off mechanically as he spoke. The mechanical man reached behind him, pulling out a bouquet of plastic, withered looking flowers holding them out to the man before him dramatically. “Now that I have you here, though…” Archie’s smile twisted wider as the man before him wrapped his fingers around the fake flowers, taking them gratefully. The killer's heart fluttered as he watched his obsession pretending to sniff the plastic bouquet before chuckling warmly. Wrapping his hands snugly around the other man’s waist, he let his fingers dig into his sides possessively. “I don't think I'll ever let anyone touch you ever again.”