Prom queen
A fanfic based on the song āProm queen- Insane Clown Posseā
TW: kidnapping, stalking, manipulation, toxic behavior, obsessive behavior, unreliable narrator (check tags)
Posted on ao3 under: plushbones
Chapter 1 & 2
(First time writing & posting on here so give me some grace)
Chapter 1: Just us
I watch you walk to your locker, talking and laughing with your friends, like every morning.You notice the eyes on you as you walk down the hall, you ignore them at this point, used to the constant gaze. You probably would have noticed me if you didnāt tune that all out, but I donāt mind, I promise I really donāt, I like how you ignore the eyes. I just need to figure out how I can get you to pay attention to mine, start being thankful for mine.
Noticing your thin fingers wrap around your text book makes me ache, I picture how beautiful theyād feel on me, soft and faintly cold against the warmth of my chest, I take a deep breath shaking my head out from the thought of you under me, grabbing my books as-well. First period. My class with you, God you look so beautiful today, everyday , but youāre absolutely beaming this morning. Watching you so happy and giddy makes a soft smile flash on my lips, but then it fades. I wonder why, no, who made you so happy. I think I know who already of course, William.
Heās not in this class with us, thank God for that, but I saw him speaking to you. Before you even came into school today, I watched you park your car, grab your things getting ready to go into school, but someone stops you. Itās him. William. You call him Will, hearing his name on your tongue brings a sick feeling to my stomach, that should be me. I watch as he mumbles something to you. I couldnāt quite catch what it was, you smile, a beautiful smile, and you nod at him smiling, still gleaming up at his ugly fucking face.
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We donāt have second period together, thatās okay though, I know your schedule, I know your friends, Iāll be able to figure out what William said to you before next hour ends. And by then Iāll have already thought of thousands of ideas to make you give me a smile way brighter than you ever gave that idiot. I see your friend group as I walk into my classroom. I hate having to be near them, listening to their stupid superficial conversations almost makes me snap my pencil in half, then they mention you.
āDid you see her yet todayā Your blonde friend spills out
āSheās been non stop talking about himā
I know who sheās talking about. Sheās talking about William, but why, why canāt you just see how that meathead isnāt good for you.
āHe finally asked her today you knowā She continues
Asked what? My fist clenches so hard I can feel my picked at and bitten nails start to cut my palm
āWhat did she sayā The one with the brown hair finally responds, she seems uninterested in your life, sheās a bad friend.
āWhat do you think she said, obviously she said yes, sheās been obsessed with Will for as long as I can remember, you should have seen how happy she was telling meā The blonde one drones on.
I let their conversation fade into the background. I know what to do now, I know how i can make you finally see me, Iāll take you to prom, and Iāll make it perfect.
I worked hard, all night i worked on the perfect plan. I bought flowers, your favorite color, they make your eyes pop so beautifully. I got your favorite candy too, I remember watching you eat them every day after lunch as a treat. This could be , no, it has to be perfect. You will be my prom queen, and tonight Iāll be your king, and it will be perfect. I put on my vest, the one my parents said makes me look so handsome, I comb my hair to the side, and I find my only dress shoes in the back corner of my closet. I stare into the mirror, I can do it, youāll see me this time, youāll know, youāll feel it like I do.
Iām early, the only other cars in parking lot are the staff. My hands are shaking lightly, I canāt stop thinking about you, about what youāll say. I know youāll say yes, youāre a smart girl, youāll see how much I can really value you. I spend about ten minutes just trying to calm my breaths as I wait to see your car pull in. And then I do, I see your car, I see your silhouette from behind the windshield, my hands start to shake again. I step out of my car slow, grabbing your flowers and candy, I make my way over to your car, I see you inside grabbing your things back faced towards me as I walk up. When you step out of the car you look up at me, I freeze for a second, but just a second, and then I speak
āHey I- Hey listen, I donāt know if you have a date or not yetā
I lie
āBut if you donāt Iād, Iād absolutely love to take you, it would really be⦠an honor. Itās just, Iāve seen you around a little before and, you are just, just very beautiful and, Iād love to take you to promā
My eyes flash up to meet yours. They are looking around, trying to avoid my gaze, but your body betrays you, always pulling them right back into mine. They really are so lovely, I see the question, the confusion in your eyes.
I hold the flowers out to you, the candy too. Iām waiting for you to take them from me, maybe jump into my arms and let me finally smell your hair up close, but you donāt. You laugh, you laughed at me. Why? Why canāt you see how perfect I am, no, how perfect we are. Itās okay, the laugh, it hurt, yes it hurt, but I can forgive you. Youāll see how beautiful we really can be together, even if I have to force it a bit. Iāll make you feel it, and when I bring you home to meet my family, theyāll love you. Theyāll be so proud of me. Youāll see, and then you can really, truly be happy. Soon youāll be under me looking up at me smiling in a way that that fucking William asshole would never get the privilege of seeing, and it will be the most perfect thing I ever get to witness.
Chapter 2: Prom night
Itās tonight, God do you know how long Iāve been waiting for this. Not for prom, but for you, the perfect chance to take you, to keep you safe of course. Just to show you a safe place, where you can drop the mask. I can see it, deep down you want to be seen, to be held, taken, controlled, protected. Itās in your eyes, and you think no one else can see it, but I can, and thatās how I know itās perfect.
I must have ironed my shirt 5 times, navy blue, my mom always said how good I looked in navy. My suit jacket fit slightly loose on my body, my dad was a much bigger man than me, but itās the only suit I have and I need to look my best for you. My family would be so proud of me if they knew how close I was to making you mine.
I adjusted my sleeve and added my cufflinks, my fingers graze my wrist, the scar my father left from when he broke it last year. I put my suit jacket on top and look at myself in the mirror.I can see my father in my eyes, I hate it. I try to push those thoughts away, I think about how different it will be when you are finally here. How the room will light up, how Iāll be able to smell you, up close. I canāt wait to have that scent fill my nostrils. I went out and bought the soap you use, shampoo too, and your perfume, though I think Iāll need more of that, Iāve almost sprayed the whole bottle since Iāve gotten it last month, I canāt sleep without it anymore, and I canāt wait to have the real thing. I smile thinking about you, about how soon youāll be down here with me, seeing all the effort I put in for you, and youāll notice, finally. I take one last glance around the basement one last time before I head out to pick you up. The lights I strung up will make your eyes glow, I can picture the soft halo around your hair the lights will make. I close my eyes and picture you here with me gawking at the streamers and balloons I hung up, clinging to me tightly, youāll be thankful. I know youāll need time at first, but I really canāt wait for you to be mine, fully.
I see your car, youāre parked behind the gym doors, you came to prom hours early to help set up. I watch you go from your car back into the building carrying decorations and folding tables. Youāre so helpful, one of the many things I absolutely adore about you. Youāre not ready for prom yet fully, your makeup is done, not heavy, you look beautiful, natural, fully you. The clothes you have on are loose, baggy, you must be waiting to put your dress on until tonight, thatās okay, I have a beautiful dress picked out for you, the color is beautiful, it will look amazing on you I already know, I canāt wait to see it.
Searching through my duffle bag I grabbed what I needed. Holding a cloth and a bottle, my hands tremble. I really wish I didnāt have to do this, didnāt have to scare you like this, but I asked you and you said no. I needed you to see how perfect we really can will be, and this is the only way to show you. But I know youāll be thankful, you might be nervous at first but youāll see, and then finally I can hold you, and touch you, taste you. God I canāt wait for that moment.
Everyone else has left, maybe you had something extra to finish setting up? or maybe you knew, maybe it was fate. Either way, Iām thankful, so thankful. I slowly step behind your car, you wonāt be able to see me when you walk to it, not until itās too late. You walk out of the building, God you really glow, you approach the car, you still canāt see me, you really do need me to protect you, so unaware of your surroundings. I jump out in front of you and grab your wrist, not hard enough to hurt, because I donāt want to hurt you, but I need to keep you in place. I watch as your chest rises, I can see youāre about to scream, before you can my hand shoots up to cover your mouth, but not just my hand, the cloth. The cloth I doused in the stuff I had in that bottle. Your eyes shoot open, they look so pretty, all wide eyed for me. It only takes a minute for you to fall limp into my arms. You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, so vulnerable, so completely mine.
When I get you back to my basement youāre still passed out, you look so peaceful, itās so captivating, I stand there for God knows how long until I notice you start to stir. I instantly start to shake again, you make me so nervous, itās cute really. I watch as your eyes bink open slowly, the stunning color of your eyes peeking through, my new favorite color.
You scream, you cry even. Itās okay, I knew this could happen, you are confused, you donāt understand how important this is, how adorable and sweet this moment is, I saved you. William is a moronic asshole, and your friends, they donāt care, not like I do. I watch you as you cry and scream, it hurts my heart, it does, but I let you tire yourself out.
















