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My Stalker - Bang Chan (1/4)

October. A time for endulging in whimsicals fancies of corporate candies, horror movies, spooks that are camp and creeps that are chilling and for your small town - the Halloween carnival. The carnival had been a tradition for as long as you could remember, coming for the weeks leading up to Hallowe’en, with the main attraction being a haunted house - the likes of which had won numerous TV awards for being one of the scariest attractions in the country, with it being particularly popular amongst your age pool - adolescents and young adults.

You, yourself had never been. Perhaps it just wasn’t something of interest to you, or perhaps you were, like all your friends said - scared. What was there to be scared of? Well a lot. There’s a clown room for one, a maze room with a masked chainsaw man chasing you, a serial killers basement… need I go on? 

Regardless. This year. The year of 2019, was slightly different. Because one of the scare actors had caught your attention. Bang Chan. He had started the year late, but had somehow managed to weasel his way into your classes course. He was reserved and quiet, kept to himself mostly. He sat at the front of the class and was always early, he didn’t volunteer much but got 100% on almost any test he took. When people tried to engage with him he would laugh and be sarcastic and cynical and look at them with such intensity that you could swear he was burning a hole right through their skull - it was a look of superiority and confidence. Most people didn’t see that though, they just took his jokes at face value, but there was something cutting about them, something with an aura of uncomfortable truth to them.

He favoured dark clothes, sportswear mainly, he had an athletic build and was constantly slouching, making him appear shorter than he actually was. 

The first week you didn’t talk to him much, not having a reason to, but then the most peculiar thing happened. A week after he arrived you broke one of your pencils in your bag, it must have been crushed by your lunch, or your water bottle, or the endless notepads and folders you carry. Regardless, you put it on your desk intending to bin it after class but forgot to pick it up. 

The next day however, after class ended Chan pulled you to the side just as you were leaving, as you felt his heavy hand on your shoulder and turned to see he had your pencil - perfectly fixed and glued together, so meticulously that you couldn’t even trace the cracks.

“You should be more careful Y/N,” He teased, in his charming but acidic way as you stood there confused and unable to process why he had done this for you.

“Is this my pencil from yesterday?” You asked rolling it between your fingers, surely he had just bought another one or given you a spare. Which was equally weird, but hey it was a more logical explanation.

“What? No?! I fixed it for you Y/N,” he said - drawing out your name again as though enjoying the way it tasted. “I’ve seen you use that one a lot, it’s a pretty cool pencil with the sparkles and rainbows. It’s cute.”

Now your face had been peppered with a pink blush, the strange compliment leading your wave of confusion to be overlapped with that of fluster. 

“I’m Chan by the way,” He said loudly as though intending for you to hear his name. To remember it. You already knew his name of course, having been curious about him for some time. Your friends had done the whole social media stalk and found his facebook page filled with pictures of nights out with his friends, photos at the beach, his dog, his soccer activities. Your friends Josie and Eve were already in relationships though, and having seen the slight gleam in your eye when looking at his pictures - well, they both tried to push you into speaking to him. 

“Oh well nice to meet you. I saw you moved halfway through September, that must have been tough for you. How are you settling?” You asked putting the pencil in your pocket staring up at him only to look away, as though his bright glare was like that of the sun.

“It’s been alright so far, I’ve managed to catch up with classes,” He shrugged moving restlessly from side to side. “Well some of them…”

“I thought you were doing really well all things considering you seem to be getting full marks.” You smiled at him, and for the first time you saw his smile, as he beamed back at you. It was the type of smile that lit up his face and made him appear less intimidating, it was at this exact moment that you felt your heartbeat jump.

“Yes well from speaking to people everybody says your the best at this module, which isn’t surprising, I mean the only times I’ve seen you outside class you’re always in the library studying,” He said still with that charismatic smile, his movements becoming more animated, it was like as though for the first time you were meeting the real him. Of course this second outburst of compliments only deepened your rouge cheeks to scarlett.

“I mean I know some of it but-”

“Well if I ever get stuck I know who to come to for tutoring. Besides your in my debt now,” He smirked looking down at the pocket you had put your pencil in. “Well I’ll see you round Y/N~”

And as he set off the oddest thought crossed your mind… how did he know your name? I mean you had found his out through him telling it to other people when he introduced himself but he had never witnessed no such interaction on your part. He didn’t even sit near you. And what was with the pencil? Who does that?? Why??? Why does he need help? Why did he arrive late to school? All the while your head felt light, dizzy with the interaction, you had never acknowledged his looks and charm for yourself before, you had never felt like this before, nobody had taken such notice of you before. All the while Chan’s footsteps paced the hallways growing lighter, his smile widening, for he knew all the answers to your questions. 

That had been the first interaction, and after you had told Josie and Eve they brushed off the whole pencil thing as creepy, along with him, he was a creep, and they took back every good word they had ever said about him. The three of you were out that day, rummaging through shops for a decent Hallowe’en costume, it may only be the start of term but everybody’s mind was on the Monsters Bash on the 31st October which your school was running, it was to be an outside ball on the sports field with marquees and fairy lights and bunting, cheap alcohol would be provided along with Hallowe’en candy and students were already planning where they would pre drink and where the after parties would be and the buzz was only intensifying as the event neared.

“Slutty witch, slutty nurse, slutty cat, slutty clown… huh slutty scooby doo,” Josie rattled as she sorted through the outfits on the railings. She was a tall girl with a lithe build, long brown hair, pale skin and with an effortless beauty that you envied, she could make anything look stunning. Even a slutty scooby doo costume. 

“Imagine how many people are going to go as the Joker this year,” Eve said, rolling her eyes as she stood on the opposite side of Josie, she was the shortest of the three of you with dyed red hair that was constantly in some type of complicated braid, with her sweater sleeves always pulled over her hands and her shoes always a worn out pair of black converse. 

“I know! I’ve already had to persuade Jack that we’re are not going as Harley and the Joker, I upset him, and now we’re not doing a couple costume anymore.” Josie pouted.

“Same!! Me and Daniel couldn’t agree, I’ve told him for the millionth year that I’m not dressing up as Sally and Jack. It’s just so unoriginal.” Eve shot back with equal passion.

You stood there unable to contribute to such talk of relationships as your mind swirled to thoughts of Chan, what would he dress as this year? Would he even attend the Bash, did he even have anybody to go with? Like sure he had friends, but he didn’t have friends that he could go with. The thought of inviting him crossed your mind, but that was wayyy too ahead of yourself, but perhaps, if you talked to him more and got closer maybe you could go together. Maybe for once you wouldn’t be the 5th wheel in your friendship group.

“What are you going to go as Y/N?” Josie said pushing all the clothes on the railing to one side in dismay as you left the shop.

“Hm I’m not sure yet,” You said pausing your train of thought on Chan.

“Well I got an idea looking at that scooby doo costume.. how cute would it be if we went as the Hex Girls from that show, we can have our own couple costumes,” Eve piped up as Josie shook her head.

“No way! Who's going to get that reference?” Josie replied.

“Erm.. the intellectuals!” Eve laughed. “And if we don’t win best costume, I’ll literally sue the school.”

“So you’d be Luna, I’d be Thorn and Y/N can be Dusk?” Josie said, slightly coming round to the idea.

“Oh my god it’ll be soooo cute!” Eve gushed as you just nodded your head. 

So that was that on October 31st 2019 you and your 3 friends were going to the Monsters Bash as a 90s goth girl group from Scooby Doo, if that didn’t win round Chan.. what would??

Well after that shopping trip at the weekend Monday rolled around. It was the first day that you’d see Chan again since your class together on Thursday and you had spent the whole weekend playing out scenarios in your head like a bad fanfic. When you arrived to class you were surprised to see he hadn’t arrived yet which was verrry unusual for him so you sat in your usual seat towards the back and began to unpack your stuff. Too focused on this activity you had barely noticed somebody come and pull a seat next to you as you looked up to see Chan.

It may be because you had gotten a crush on him but damn he was looking way more handsome than you  thought he was. His dark eyes glanced at you as his dark brown hair, had been dyed a sludgy green over the weekend which was the first thing you complimented him for, it framed his face differently to his blonde hair, made him seem even more mysterious and alluring, his cheekbones more defined, his jaw sharper, his hair cut shorter slightly as you noticed several ear piercings down his ears. 

“Good morning Y/N,” he said cheerfully, although you could see how tired he was from the shadows under his eyes and a sheepish paleness to him.

“How was your weekend?” You asked, only thinking now that maybe it was a bit forward that he had just sat next to you today, with it being the only day he had been late, but those thoughts were pushed out with concerns for him and thoughts of his looks and your curiosity and- and- and-

“It was decent. I had a lot of practice to do though. I somehow managed to get a job at the ghost house and we’ve been doing rehearsals all weekend,” He said slamming his notebooks onto the table next to yours. You noticed him pull out a little red notebook by accident which he quickly shoved to the bottom of his bag which he kicked to the ground and under the desk. “What about you?”

“Oh that’s so cool. I’ve never been to the ghost house myself but I love the carnival. Well we went costume shopping for the bash but didn’t find anything, but we decided what we wanted to be though,” You said, subconsciously smiling at him.

“Whose we?” He asked raising his eyebrows.

“Oh just my friends Josie and Eve, they’re in different classes to me,” 

“And you’re going as….?”

“We are going as the Hex Girls if you know who that is, I’m going to be Dusk, you know blonde hair, green dress.. The drummer..” 

“That’ll be really cute,” He nodded as you felt that dizzy feeling again from his compliments, you were about to reply but with that class had begun.

[spooky-raccoon]

My Unexpected Muse (Part 2)

Part 2 of 3

           After my shower I stepped into the kitchen.  I saw Pennywise sitting at the dinner table with a newspaper unfolded in front of him, reading the comics.  He still had his makeup on despite being in pajamas that looked too small for him.  His orange hair looked like a fiery mess.  I couldn’t help but to giggle as I made my way to the coffee pot, pouring myself a cup and tossing some bread into the toaster.

           “Good morning.”  I set my coffee cup on the table across from him. “Sleep well?”

           “I felt like I floated the whole night.”  He smiled sleepily at me then went back to the comic strip.  “I’ve seen your signature a couple of times.  Did you do these?”

           “I did.  I only draw them.  They give me a little script and I follow with it.”  Once my toast was done I spread some butter on top of it. I sat down in the spare chair, taking a sip of my coffee.  “I have to drop off some final strips and pick up some scripts but then I’ll be back. Unless you have plans then I’ll see you when you get back.”  I began to munch on my toast and he peaked over the paper.

           “I have some errands to maim through but afterwards I’ll be back.”  He gave a soft shrug.  “Afterwards, I can be your muse again.”  He flashed me a smile and I swear I had seen some fangs.  I hadn’t enough coffee yet so I just chalked it up as me still being tired.

           “Sounds like a plan.” I quickly finished through my coffee and toast.  Once I was dressed we said good bye and I went out the door.

           I wasn’t at the newspaper office long.  They were always good for getting everything for me together since they knew I preferred to work from home.  While walking back home some children ran past me, screaming about some clown.  I rolled my eyes and made it back.  I set the folders I had picked up down on my desk and went to look for my camera.  Thankfully, I found it in my closet that I had turned into a photo processing room.  When I left the room, I ran into Pennywise.

           “Oh jeeze, I’m so sorry.” I frantically said as I bumped back into the door.  “I didn’t hear you come back.”  I looked up at him and he grinned.  He was back in his costume and his hair was styled again.

           “I should have said something.  My apologies.”  He gave a small bow and his eyes met the camera.  “Is it time for my modelling career to take off?”  He chuckled and I couldn’t help but to giggle as well.

           “You’ll be famous darling!”  I gave my best snobby accent as we went to the living room and beginning to clear enough space.  

           Thankfully with him helping it got done a lot quicker. He was incredibly strong which was odd with how lanky he was.  Once we had enough space I began to do pose after pose, taking pictures of each time I moved him.  He was enjoying himself and even began to give me some silly poses.  I guess he was also a sort of a contortionist in his circus as he bended in odd ways.  Some of them I couldn’t help but to giggle.  I smiled as I realized this was the most fun I had since moving to this town.

           “Ya know,” I examined some of the new pictures as he stood up from a bent post, “those bendy positions are going to be great for some of my monster art.”

            “You draw monsters as well?”  He came over to me to look at the photos as well.

            “Oh definitely.  They’re my favorite to do.  You can draw anything with them.  Big teeth, claws, spikes.  Everything.” I went over to my book case and pulled out a large binder.  I went back over to him and began to flip through it to show him the monstrous figures I had done over the years.

           “How very spooky.”  He grinned as he looked at them all.  “If you ever met a real monster would you want to draw them?”

           “Hm,” the thought wondered in my head a little, “well if they were real I would love to.  So long as they don’t kill me I suppose.”

           “Oooo!”  His voice went to a higher pitch and when I turned around he was picking up the camera.  “Can we take some pictures together possibly?  I wouldn’t mind some photos for the circus trip to remind me of today.’  He gave me a cheeky smile and I couldn’t help but giggle.

           “Yeah we can.”  I set my binder down and found my extendable tripod.

           For the next hour we took so many pictures together.  The typical selfie poses to me piggybacking on his back and then him holding me in bridal pose while I pretended to faint.  At one point we were taking some monster poses where I was on my back on the floor and he was posed over me with the camera some feet away on a timer.  There was something in me that found this sort of pose as a sort of an adrenaline rush.  I felt my core tingle and I was sort of thankful when I knew the camera would finish.  Once the camera took several pictures we couldn’t help but giggle once we were able to move from our positions.  He helped me back onto my feet and I went over to the camera to look at the photos.

           “This has been very fun. Who knew humans could be so exciting in different ways.”  With ease he moved the couch back to where it was.

           “What?”  I looked over at him with so much confusion now. Humans?  Wasn’t he a human?

           “Oops.  Sometimes things just slip.”  He came right up to me and placed a clawed hand on my face.  “How does it feel to meet a real monster?”  He voice was low and gravely.  His mouth twisted into a fang filled grin.  Everything in me wanted to scream but everything in me shut down.  “Don’t worry though little one.  I won’t hurt you.  You’re mine now.”  He dragged a claw across my cheek and I let out a whimper as I felt it cut my skin. “I have somethings I have to do so I’ll be back later little one.’  And like that he vanished while cackling.  What on Earth did I just get myself into?

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