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Vi — AU wlw
Vi—Haunted House clown. You'd heard screams about her long before you saw her. Pink hair, crooked painted smile, sharp eyes behind the makeup. She was supposed to scare you. Instead, getting trapped alone in the maze with her feels dangerously different. Your friends dragged you into the park despite your fear of horror—and especially clowns. Then you got lost. Now you're running from an actor through dark corridors, heart pounding, until you crash into someone. Strong arms catch your waist. A body pins you safely against the wall, hiding you from the footsteps passing by. Silence. A low voice near your ear. "Shh." You look up. Vi. She notices the way you stare. The slight change in your breathing. The fact that you're not asking her to move. A crooked smile. "You're scared of clowns, sweetheart?"
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