Soul Severing Clown VS Michael the Killer: School Camping Trip

Elm Street.

In a certain alley.

Several punks hobbled forward, supporting each other. One of them had been stabbed in the kidney and was bleeding nonstop.

From time to time, the group glanced behind them, as though some terrifying beast were about to catch up.

"Fuck, why did you have to provoke that monster?!"

One of them couldn't help complaining, pushing the blame onto the person who had started the provocation.

The Black mule protested. "Bro, how was I supposed to know he was a monster? You guys taught me this."

The reason was that this bunch liked mouthing off and shaking down passersby who looked easy to bully for a few dollars.

Then they had picked out an introverted, socially anxious-looking person wearing a mask who seemed especially honest.

Calling themselves gang members, they had pulled out their knives.

But not only had that freak not been afraid, he had stabbed Little White. They had surrounded him and stabbed him more than a dozen times, yet the man had acted as if nothing had happened.

That was completely beyond their understanding. They had only barely shaken off their pursuer by relying on their familiarity with the terrain.

Cursing nonstop, they ran toward another exit.

But at some point, a black-and-white clown had appeared at the exit, carrying a black plastic bag on his back.

The Black man was about to tell the freak to get lost when Little White hurriedly stopped him from doing anything reckless.

"Hehehe, that guy looks like a freak too. We'd better not mess with him."

Thinking of how they had ended up being chased because they had provoked a man who looked like a freak, they immediately didn't dare say another word.

But they were also too afraid to pass by the clown. The